quinta-feira, 27 de abril de 2017

Musical Post 7: Let me love you

So, as I sweat away every morning running while the sun rises behind the Sugar Loaf Mountain (yeah, like a boss, right?), my Ipad fills my ears with lovely songs that I chose at some point. As I download several each time, some are happy surprises as 'Let me love you'.
At first I frowned thinking: 'this sounds like Bieber... How odd!'
It is him, with a very cool DJ Snake tune and at least two amazing lines:
1- burning on the edge of something beautiful
2- driving the edge of the knife

Cool, right?
I could write a whole story based on these two lines.

Let me love you

I used to believe
We were burning on the edge of something beautiful
Something beautiful 
Selling a dream
Smoke and mirrors keep us waiting on a miracle 
On a miracle

Say, go through the darkest of days
Heaven's a heartbreak away
Never let you go, never let me down
Oh, it's been a hell of a ride
Driving the edge of a knife
Never let you go, never let me down

Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah
I won't give up, nah-nah-nah
Let me love you (Let me love you)
Let me love you (Let me love you)
Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah
I won't give up, nah-nah-nah
Let me love you (Let me love you)
Let me love you

Don't fall asleep
At the wheel, we've got a million miles ahead of us
Miles ahead of us
All that we need
Is a rude awakening to know we're good enough
Know we're good enough

Say go through the darkest of days
Heaven's a heartbreak away
Never let you go, never let me down
Oh, it's been a hell of a ride
Driving the edge of a knife
Never let you go, never let me down

Don't you give up
I won't give up
Let me love you 

quarta-feira, 26 de abril de 2017

Many reasons to avoid fretting

So, we've finished binge-watching '13 reasons why', the much talked about Netflix production. 
I'm not sure if it's Google's algorithm spy or the tv show is really the hype of the season, but it seems to be all over the place (aka my Twitter and Facebook timelines). Always with alarmist reviews and harsh criticism, the news build an expectancy that the show doesn't deliver. Unfortunately.
The Mary Sue
Well, it didn't Clay... 
And this speach... Oh please...

For me, it was like Mad men: something I had to watch so I'd hate with a reason. For my hubs it was like 90210: something to despise. (Let me take a moment here to say that I was a Brandon fan way back when I watched the original 90210.)

13 reasons have so many plot holes that I gave up paying close attention around episode 9, snoozed on 10, dragged myself till 13. 

Oh, what a relief it was over!

Let me explain: the dead girl starts pretty lively, the only 'problem' she has is a one friend that moves away. I thought: well, that happened to me... Mmmm... 
And then, the boy she fancies is a jerk. Ok, everyone has had a fuck boy in some degree. Not good, of course, she breaks again and rebuilds just like characters in Lego movie. I thought: well, she broke and rebuilt, probably there's a missing piece that they're not showing the audience yet. 12 (very long) episodes to go, we've seen a character go from sunny in a movie- mere 120 minutes.
But she broke and rebuilt perfectly well over and over, just like animated Lego. Shouldn't she be depressed - her mom said she didn't notice her daughter was depressed - or is suicide an easy enough decision one takes after a bad day?
And let´s not talk about the bad guy being rich and a good athlete...
And the boyfriend who sells his girl NOT being called a rapist...
And the skinny weird boy being said boyfriend - THE hot guy is school...
And why didn't the dead girl (alive at the time) use her phone to call for help as she witnessed her former friend being raped for those long moments?
And the actually depressed and troubled boy not being identified as such? I mean, tough cop dad obviously bullying the kid - do we need more?
And please someone reading this take time to explain to me why the girl after seeing her friend being raped willingly enters the rapist's house, undress to her underwear and awckwardly lounges in a hot tub with two couples when the only other single guy was the rapist himself? How does that make sense in any universe?
Does the book make sense?
Should I waste my time in it?
The only good logical sane issue on 13 reasons why that I found is on 'The Mary Sue' that I'm now following on Twitter.

I hate when something that rose so many expectations turns out to be a huge frustration... Hate it, hate it.

quarta-feira, 19 de abril de 2017

BibliLove no VEDA

fiquei super feliz com a notícia de que uma parceira ia vlogar sobre um dos meus livros, e logo BibliLove que abre as 'Princesas Possíveis'.

Fiquei ainda mais feliz em ver que consegui explicar a Cibele do jeitinho certo porque a Sissi entendeu tudo como quis contar. Ueba!
As princesas são como nós e os príncipes são muitas vezes sapos, mas é a vida e vamos que vamos!

Adorei, Sissi, mesmo mesmo!

Dia feliz para mim!

terça-feira, 18 de abril de 2017

Resisting temptation

Temptations exist to be resisted, right?
I am committed do post once a day for a month to make do for the months of neglect, but sometimes it's not easy to find what to talk about...
I do have my new books to show the first chapters, and those make interesting posts... Be serious, that's why you come here. Right?
To read a new lovely romance?...
So, easy posting for a while?

segunda-feira, 17 de abril de 2017

Trying to be patient: take 2

Here I am STILL stuck in that fateful project to celebrate Austen's death bicentennial anniversary. 
Maybe it's due to the touchy subject of celebrating one's passing (urgh!) but this project is constantly facing bumps in the road.
Last take was designing a card for each romance according to a certain model so we can have a neat pack to present readers and bloggers.
So, I tried my best to please everyone but there's always one to complain about fonts and the image of one of my books in the prototype saving space for the actual cover... Oh dear!
Please, oh Saint Austen of Chawton, help us carry this project to term!

sábado, 15 de abril de 2017

Em um mar de pérolas

Lançando livro novo da coleção Princesas Possíveis, estou envolta em pérolas.
Gosto de ter mimos para enviar com os livros impressos, acho que é um carinho com o leitor que aposta no autor indie. 
Se na Bela e a fera, BibliLove teve o marcador com a rosa da Fera, agora Noiva em seis pérolas tem que ter as pérolas de Rafí!...
Pré-venda começa domingo de Páscoa...

quinta-feira, 13 de abril de 2017


Today I visited my manicure salon, a small nail shop filled with women- both workers and clients. But unlike most days, a man had an appointment.
I've seen men there before, it's not a totally foreign situation. The few male regulars there are old men but today it was a top notch specimen. Tall, dark and handsome, shirt and tie, phone glued to his ear and not an ounce of homosexuality showing. 

Guess what happened? All girls were instantly giggling and whispering, glancing his way and grinning... oh, dear! 

I considered it weird because he had a hand appointment... Can't see that as anything other than buzz killer. Feet, ok. A man can have his feet treated, nails locked inside shoes all the time are a disgrace, but hands?... I was afraid the perfectly handsome guy would use clear nail polish or - God forbid - sheer white. *shudder* Luckly the technician took him to the other side of the shop.
Why did I think it so awful? Maybe because I have in my mind an image of men with clear shiny nail polish, jewels, mustache and a creepy grin. Eewww...

Some women may think that appealing, probably his girl likes his hands well cared; there are even romance novels portraying manicured heroes. There are all kinds of people, right?
But me, no... Way, no!