{Book Blitz + Giveaway} "Lady of Sherwood" di Molly Bilinski

Buongiorno Folletti, oggi sono felice di presentarvi il primo capitolo della serie Outlaws of Sherwood, Lady of Sherwood di Molly Bilinski. Al termine di questo post troverete il giveaway che mette in palio una Mistery Box targata Clean Teen Publishing (nel caso di vincitori internazionali i premi consisteranno in ebook). Detto questo, procediamo subito!

Lady of Sherwood
Molly Bilinski
(Outlaws of Sherwood #1)
Pubblicato da: Clean Teen Publishing
Data di pubblicazione: 24 aprile 2017
Genere: Fairy Tales, Fantasy, Young Adult

Robin of Lockesly non era ne' il figlio che suo padre cercava, ne' la figlia che sua madre si aspettava. Quando rifiuta un matrimonio combinato con un duro e crudele cavaliere, gli eventi mortali che seguono cambiano per sempre il suo destino.

Dopo una notte di tragedia, Robin e i pochi sopravvissuti rimangono a Nottingham. Con un anonimato ritrovato, iniziano a vivere vite diverse. Là, lei e la sua banda fanno male, derubando i ricchi per dare ai poveri. Ma la carità non è la sola cosa che vuole: vuole vendetta.

Mentre lo sceriffo avvicina la sua rete, le scelte di Robin iniziano a perseguitarla. Dovrà scegliere tra ciò che è legale e quello che la sua coscienza crede sia giusto: il tutto rimanendo un passo avanti all'impulso.

Lady of Sherwood è uno young adult unico che ripercorre la leggenda di Robin Hood. Completo di azione e romanticismo, questa nuova serie segue un'eroina giovane lungo le sue fantastiche e pericolose avventure.

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EXCERPT:

Other girls—some of the youngest ones from the kitchen—came from the brush. Smoke clung to them like a shroud, and tears had run in rivers down soot-stained cheeks. Ginny, the youngest at six, ran to Jemma and attached herself like a limpet to the older girl’s legs.

“Where is everyone else?” Robin asked, glancing between them and then back at the flaming manor. “Where is—where’s—” Her face heated even as the rest of her body grew chilled, and she stuffed her first in her mouth to muffle her scream.
“We are the only ones.”
Robin looked up at Kitty, surprised to find herself on her knees in the damp grass. She curled her shaking fingers into fists, and then rested them on her thighs. “How—what happened?”
“That man,” the girl went on, absently twisting her skirt in her hands. “The one who’d been courting you… he came for you in the night. When he couldn’t find you, he gathered everyone in the great hall.”
“Except you lot?” Jemma inquired.
“He was hurting her.” Kitty’s eyes took on a glossy quality. “He had Maggie by the hair, and he was hurting her. She had Ginny behind her, protecting her. I—I hit him over the head with a candle stand.”
“We went through the old tunnel,” another voice piped up. Maggie slipped her hand into Kitty’s. “Me and Kitty and Ginny.”
“And my—my mother?” Robin took a deep, shuddering breath.
“She kept her secret. We heard ‘im, shouting. He wanted to know where you was.” Ginny, this time. She wandered away from Jemma, and Robin opened her arms for her to nestle into. She’d helped Jemma look after the younger servants on the sly for years. Whether they’d been orphaned at birth or left to the streets, Jemma had brought them each back to the manor, and she’d given them a home and a hope the rest of the world didn’t offer. “She didn’t tell, Robin. She didn’t tell him where you was.”
“I heard Charlotte say you were gone,” Maggie said quietly. “She’d gone to your mother’s chambers to tell her. Miss Jemma was gone, too, and so was your bow.” She shrugged, a delicate lift of her shoulders. “We all thought you had gone to the field.”
“And she said nothing?” Robin’s heart beat hard against her ribcage.
“Lady was very brave,” Ginny murmured.
“She was,” Robin agreed. “Like you are. You all.” She looked at each of the other girls, who stared back, clearly waiting.
It hit her then—they were waiting for her. With the only survivors of the manor in front of her, and her mother dead—God rest her soul, God hold them all in His hand—it occurred to her in that moment. She was the Lady of Lockesly.

Bio dell'Autrice:

Molly è una diplomata del 2013 al William Smith College con una laurea in Chimica. Usa i suoi poteri scientifici di giorno ed è una romanziera di notte (e nel weekend.. e ogni cinque minuti che trova). Quando non scrive o lavora, scopre negozi di caffè, esplora la sua nuova città (Buffalo, NY), facendo gite di un giorno in Canada, e mettendo insieme i pezzi di puzzle.

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{Book Blitz + Giveaway} "The Neverland Wars" di Audrey Greathouse

Buon pomeriggio a tutti, mentre leggerete questo post la sottoscritta sarà completamente immersa nel restyling grafico del blog (sperando che ne esca qualcosa di buono), sono davvero felice di far parte del Book Blitz dedicato a The Neverland Wars di Audrey Greathouse. Si tratta, com'è ovvio dal titolo, di un retelling che riprende la magica Isola che non c'è di Peter Pan. Come sempre, abbinata a questa presentazione abbiamo un giveaway che mette in palio una Teen Clean Mistery Box. Vediamo un po' di che cosa si tratta.. venite con me, partiamo per Neverland!

The Neverland Wars
Audrey Greathouse
Pubblicato da: Clean Teen Publishing
Data di pubblicazione: 09 Maggio 2016
Genere: Fairy Tales, Retelling, Young Adult

Magic can do a lot—give you flight, show you mermaids, help you taste the stars, and… solve the budget crisis? That’s what the grown-ups will do with it if they ever make it to Neverland to steal its magic and bring their children home. However, Gwen doesn’t know this. She’s just a sixteen-year-old girl with a place on the debate team and a powerful crush on Jay, the soon-to-be homecoming king. She doesn’t know her little sister could actually run away with Peter Pan, or that she might have to chase after her to bring her home safe. Gwen will find out though—and when she does, she’ll discover she’s in the middle of a looming war between Neverland and reality. She’ll be out of place as a teenager in Neverland, but she won’t be the only one. Peter Pan’s constant treks back to the mainland have slowly aged him into adolescence as well. Soon, Gwen will have to decide whether she’s going to join impish, playful Peter in his fight for eternal youth… or if she’s going to scramble back to reality in time for the homecoming dance.

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EXCERPT:

A flash of lightning electrified the sky, shooting light through the forest with a jarring pang. The boom of thunder followed immediately after. The sky was grey and the clouds shifted like a swarm of dark fish in a pond. Gwen feared she would be caught in a storm, but not a drop of rain had fallen yet.
All at once, Gwen found herself in a meadow. She had never been here before; she knew that. Wildflowers cropped up in sporadic clumps, and the long, green grasses were uncut at her calves. The tree line had suddenly broken. One minute, she was racing through the forest, the next, she was floating here. Pausing to catch her breath, she ironically felt safer in this open area than in the claustrophobic security of the forest. She landed gently, unthinkingly. Turning her head to the sky, she saw the faint grey clouds blowing and rolling away. Darker clouds seemed to be coming to take their place.
On the other side of the meadow, Peter burst into the clearing. Bramble was leading him, guiding the boy to poor, lost Gwen. If Gwen had understood the fairy language, she would have already known that.
“Gwenny!”
“Peter?” Gwen shouted. She ran to him, and between her bounding strides and his quick flight, they met in the middle of the meadow, cornflowers and lilacs growing up around them. Perhaps if he had been on the ground initially, she would have hugged him. Peter lingered in the air for just a moment though, and by the time he landed, the impulse to hug each other had melted away into urgent discussion. “What are you doing out here?” His voice carried the sort of anger that only accompanied concern.
“I got lost in the woods; I was trying to come back. Is something wrong, Peter?”
Bramble flitted back and forth, pacing in the air, objecting to Peter and Gwen having this conversation now, rather than when they were safely underground.
“The opposition, they’ve launched an attack. We’ve got to get to cover.”
“What? No, it’s just a storm.” Gwen didn’t understand what Peter was telling her, but she had already made up her mind that she didn’t believe it.
“Gwen-dollie, we’ve got to go. There’s—”
The sky was suddenly drained of light. The thin, grey clouds that had blocked the sun were eclipsed by darker, brooding storm clouds, and as the daylight faded, small, grey flecks began to rain down. As they drifted softly, Gwen knew it wasn’t rain. Her attention was as captivated as Peter’s was, but she did not understand what it was the way he did. “Snow?” she asked quizzically, looking at the grey and dirty powder as it started to fall around her.
Peter held out his hand and caught a flake of it, crushing it in his hand. It left a smoky residue on his palm. “Ash.”
The winds picked up, and more of the ash furiously fluttered down. It became larger, and Gwen could hardly comprehend the charred flecks of paper that were plummeting down. Peter zipped up into the air, jumping more than flying, to grab a large square of it. He came back down immediately, a look of horror on his face.
“Peter, what is it?” Gwen pled, hoping that her fear was born of her unknowing, that if she only had answers she wouldn’t be afraid, but from the look on his face, she knew that answers would only bring more fear.
The invisible hand of the wind grabbed the paper from out of Peter’s hold. It blew straight to Gwen. Catching it, she realized it was a page from out of a newspaper; the title read—ISIS ATTACK ON ERBIL; HUNDREDS DEAD.
She had seen newspaper headlines before, but this news did not belong here. Not in Neverland. It was too dark, too terrifying of a thing to read amid the lilacs and cornflowers. Again, she begged, “What is this, Peter?”
The page was torn out of her hand by the vindictive wind. Peter answered her, with a word she had never feared so greatly. “Reality.”

Biografia dell'Autrice:

Audrey Greathouse è una bambina smarrita in una perpetua ricerca. Originally from Seattle, she earned her English B.A. from Southern New Hampshire University's online program while backpacking around the west coast and pretending to be a student at Stanford. A pianist, circus artist, fire-eater, street mime, swing dancer, and novelist, Audrey wears many hats wherever she is. She has grand hopes for the future which include publishing more books and owning a crockpot. You can find her at audreygreathouse.com

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