May 22, 2017 by ceresbooksworld
A weekly event hosted by Kathryn at the Book Date to discuss your reading week ~ the books you’ve read and those you plan on reading in the coming week.
Finished Last Week
Toute Résistance est inutile de Cora Carmack
Dallas Cole connaît bien les sportifs. Elle a grandi dans l’ombre de son père entraîneur, et son ex-petit ami, qui a réduit son cœur en miettes, était le joueur vedette de l’équipe de football américain de sa ville.
Mais cette année, Dallas entre à l’université et compte bien passer à autre chose.
Carson McClain, lui, n’a qu’une idée en tête : devenir titulaire de l’équipe universitaire et décrocher la bourse qui lui permettra de financer ses études. Pourtant, quand une jolie rousse prénommée Dallas fait irruption dans sa vie, sa concentration est mise à rude épreuve !
Tous les deux ont d’excellentes raisons de tenir leurs distances. Mais quand les sentiments s’en mêlent, même les règles du football américain paraissent simples…
Groupie by C.M Stunich
WARNING: This book has one girl and five bad boy rockstars. She owns them all–heart, body and soul.
Don’t read it unless you like to ugly cry…and also unless you like threesomes, foursomes…and moresomes.
“Can one of these five rockstars fill the hole in my heart? Or will I stay broken forever?”
Young, dumb, and broke.
That’s what started everything. With five dollars in her pocket, and everything she owns stuffed in the back of her car, Lilith Goode’s life is over. Done. Destroyed.
Ten words. One text. That’s what it took to change the whole world.
A crumpled concert ticket. A chance encounter. That’s what it takes to start all over again.
Five rockstars. One girl. Six dark hearts, six withered souls.
But can one broken person really put another back together again?
And is a cross-country tour the place to do it?
Flame in the mist by Renée Ahdieh
The only daughter of a prominent samurai, Mariko has always known she’d been raised for one purpose and one purpose only: to marry. Never mind her cunning, which rivals that of her twin brother, Kenshin, or her skills as an accomplished alchemist. Since Mariko was not born a boy, her fate was sealed the moment she drew her first breath.
So, at just seventeen years old, Mariko is sent to the imperial palace to meet her betrothed, a man she did not choose, for the very first time. But the journey is cut short when Mariko’s convoy is viciously attacked by the Black Clan, a dangerous group of bandits who’ve been hired to kill Mariko before she reaches the palace.
The lone survivor, Mariko narrowly escapes to the woods, where she plots her revenge. Dressed as a peasant boy, she sets out to infiltrate the Black Clan and hunt down those responsible for the target on her back. Once she’s within their ranks, though, Mariko finds for the first time she’s appreciated for her intellect and abilities. She even finds herself falling in love—a love that will force her to question everything she’s ever known about her family, her purpose, and her deepest desires.
Le Chant Du Coeur d’Amy Harmon
She said I was like a song. Her favorite song. A song isn’t something you can see. It’s something you feel, something you move to, something that disappears after the last note is played.
I won my first fight when I was eleven years old, and I’ve been throwing punches ever since. Fighting is the purest, truest, most elemental thing there is. Some people describe heaven as a sea of unending white. Where choirs sing and loved ones await. But for me, heaven was something else. It sounded like the bell at the beginning of a round, it tasted like adrenaline, it burned like sweat in my eyes and fire in my belly. It looked like the blur of screaming crowds and an opponent who wanted my blood.
For me, heaven was the octagon.
Until I met Millie, and heaven became something different. I became something different. I knew I loved her when I watched her stand perfectly still in the middle of a crowded room, people swarming, buzzing, slipping around her, her straight dancer’s posture unyielding, her chin high, her hands loose at her sides. No one seemed to see her at all, except for the few who squeezed past her, tossing exasperated looks at her unsmiling face. When they realized she wasn’t normal, they hurried away. Why was it that no one saw her, yet she was the first thing I saw?
If heaven was the octagon, then she was my angel at the center of it all, the girl with the power to take me down and lift me up again. The girl I wanted to fight for, the girl I wanted to claim. The girl who taught me that sometimes the biggest heroes go unsung and the most important battles are the ones we don’t think we can win.
And you what are you reading ?
Just to finish, now i will let you know the Tv shows I’m watching.
Thirteen reasons to why Season 1 – 11 to 13
The 100 Season 4 – 11
Lucifer Season 2 – 14 to 15
grey’s anatomy Season 13 – 22 to 24
Izombie Season 3 – 5 to 6