Un romanzo che merita di essere letto dalla prima all’ultima parola!
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Caroline Reynolds has a fantastic new apartment in San Francisco, a KitchenAid mixer, and no O (and we’re not talking Oprah here, folks). She has a flourishing design career, an office overlooking the bay, a killer zucchini bread recipe, and no O. She has Clive (the best cat ever), great friends, a great rack, and no O.
Adding insult to O-less, since her move, she has an oversexed neighbor with the loudest late-night wallbanging she’s ever heard. Each moan, spank, and–was that a meow?–punctuates the fact that not only is she losing sleep, she still has, yep, you guessed it, no O.
Enter Simon Parker. (No, really, Simon, please enter.) When the wallbanging threatens to literally bounce her out of bed, Caroline, clad in sexual frustration and a pink baby-doll nightie, confronts her heard-but-never-seen neighbor. Their late-night hallway encounter has, well, mixed results. Ahem. With walls this thin, the tension’s gonna be thick…
In her third novel, Alice Clayton returns to dish her trademark mix of silly and steamy. Banter, barbs, and strutting pussycats, plus the sexiest apple pie ever made, are dunked in a hot tub and set against the gorgeous San Francisco skyline in this hot and hilarious tale of exasperation at first sight.
Questo romanzo, arrivato in sordina all’attenzione dei media, è l’ultimo boom americano.
Un romanzo d’amore divertente, accattivante e dolcissimo che sa tenere avvinto un lettore dalla prima all’ultima riga.
L’ho trovato semplicemente meraviglioso e rinfrescante. Un piccola delizia. 😉
Devo veramente ringraziare di cuore l’autrice, Alice Clayton, per i momenti più spassosi di sempre.
Detto questo mi fermo, non voglio aggiungere altro perché è un romanzo che va vissuto direttamente. Ciò che vi basta sapere per decidere se volete tentare la lettura è nella trama.
Un altro sneak-peek ve lo lascio qui sotto.
Per il resto, mi sa che per un pò sarà difficile per me trovare un altro romanzo di questo genere che mi sollevi così tanto il cuore e mi faccia venir voglia di cantare.
Unbelievable…I woke up faster this time, because I knew what I was hearing. I sat up in bed, glaring behind me. The bed was still pulled safely away from the wall, so I felt no movement, but there was sure as hell something moving over there.Then I heard…hissing?I looked down at Clive, whose tail was at full puff. He arched his back and paced back and forth at the foot of the bed.
“Hey, mister. It’s cool. We just got a noisy neighbor, that’s all,” I soothed, stretching my hand out to him. That’s when I heard it.
I cocked my head sideways, listening more intently. I studied Clive, who looked back as if to say, “T’weren’t me.”
“Meow! Oh, God. Me-yow!”
The girl next door was meowing. What in the world was my neighbor packing to make that happen?
Clive, at this point, went utterly bonkers and launched himself at the wall. He was literally climbing it, trying to get to where the noise was coming from, and adding his own meows to the chorus.
“Oooh yes, just like that, Simon…Mmmm…meow, meow, meow!”