Šiandien Maximoj prie namų aptikau 5 rinkinius po 3 knygas, kaina 13,99lt. Kam aktualu ir norisi paskaityt labai nebloga akcija. kai pažiūrėjau, tai visų neskaičius. Bet pagalvojau apie skaityklę ir nepirkau
Gal yra skaičiusių "Aš ir jis. Tikra katastrofa" - Jamie Mcquire ? 
Kokie atsiliepimai?
Kokie atsiliepimai?
QUOTE(Milledi* @ 2013 06 21, 20:11)
Milledi*, 21 Bir 2013 - 20:11, para�ė:
Milledi*, 21 Bir 2013 - 20:11, paraÅ�Ä—: Gal yra skaičiusių "Aš ir jis. Tikra katastrofa" - Jamie Mcquire ?
Kokie atsiliepimai?
Gal yra skaičiusių "Aš ir jis. Tikra katastrofa" - Jamie Mcquire ?
Kokie atsiliepimai?
Kokie atsiliepimai?
Jau buvo rasyta
Atsiliepimai labai geri.
Labas,
Koks šios trilogijos eiliškumas: Mėlynasis jurginas, Juodoji rožė ir Raudonoji lelija.
Pirmas dvi turiu elektroninį variantą, trečios ieškosiu, tikiuosi ne ją reikia skaityti pirmą.
Koks šios trilogijos eiliškumas: Mėlynasis jurginas, Juodoji rožė ir Raudonoji lelija.
Pirmas dvi turiu elektroninį variantą, trečios ieškosiu, tikiuosi ne ją reikia skaityti pirmą.
QUOTE(Daina @ 2013 06 24, 19:46)
Daina, 24 Bir 2013 - 19:46, para�ė:
Daina, 24 Bir 2013 - 19:46, para�ė: Labas,
Koks šios trilogijos eiliškumas: Mėlynasis jurginas, Juodoji rožė ir Raudonoji lelija.
Pirmas dvi turiu elektroninį variantą, trečios ieškosiu, tikiuosi ne ją reikia skaityti pirmą.
Labas,
Koks šios trilogijos eiliškumas: Mėlynasis jurginas, Juodoji rožė ir Raudonoji lelija.
Pirmas dvi turiu elektroninį variantą, trečios ieškosiu, tikiuosi ne ją reikia skaityti pirmą.
Koks šios trilogijos eiliškumas: Mėlynasis jurginas, Juodoji rožė ir Raudonoji lelija.
Pirmas dvi turiu elektroninį variantą, trečios ieškosiu, tikiuosi ne ją reikia skaityti pirmą.
Lelija paskutinė, eiliškumas toks, kokį surašei.
Pagaliau ir vėl sulaukiau naujos mano numylėtosios rašytojos R.L. Mathewson knygos. 
"Black Heart" yra naujos serijos "Cursed Hearts" pirmoji knyga. Ir čią seriją as dievinsiu, jei ir kitos bus tooookios kaip ši. Ši knyga buvo pasakiškas skaitalas, kuris privertė juoktis ir netgi ašarą nubraukti. Knygą priskiriama paranormaliai romantikai, bet knygos aprašymas neatskleidžia kokios krypties, todėl pradėjus atsiskleisti istorijai buvau nustebinta ne kartą. 
There was something seriously wrong with Marty. That was the only explanation that she could come up with. Why else would she feel this way for the biggest SOB in town? Granted, he was also the hottest man in town, but he was also arrogant, callous, and determined to drive her away even as he drove her crazy with his touch. She should just walk away from him and probably would if it wasn’t for this connection that she’d always had with him that kept making her want more with the one man that couldn’t give her anything more than heartache.
He should have left and never looked back when he’d decided to finally do the right thing and push Marty out of his life, but instead he stuck around to torture himself by staying close to the one woman that he could never allow himself to have. She deserved better than him, better than the tortured existence that he led and better than the horrifying future that waited for him.
Kaip ir visose jos knygose čia daug humoro kuris privertė juoktis balsu ne kartą. O personažai juokingi ir mylimi.
O jau pagrindinis veikėjas tikras kalės vaikas, bet žaismingas kalės vaikas kurio neįmanoma nemėgti. 
Truputi pasiskaityt :
“You know it’s your own fault that you’re stuck in therapy.”
“It’s not my fault the emergency room doctor is a fucking bleeding heart.”
“I know. I think he overreacted as well.” An understatement.If Tristan hadn’t decked the man, Tom would have and judging by the expression on Hank’s face at the time, he hadn't been too far behind. Once that recommendation was sent to Concord, Tristan’s fate had been sealed. “Can’t believe he complained because I didn't cry over blowing that fucking maggot’s head off. It will be a cold day in hell when I cry over some child molester.”
“Well, it probably didn’t help when you broke the doctor's nose after he refused to pull his recommendation for therapy,” Tom said dryly.
Tristan’s lips twitched. “But it felt damn good.”
Tom sipped his beer. “I think he needed a break from your mother’s fussing.”
“I don’t fuss!” Beth argued.
Both men shared a knowing look.
“I don’t!”
<...>
“Well, sweetheart, you did try to give him a sponge bath,” Tom calmly pointed out while giving his wife a small sheepish smile.
“You what?” Denny nearly shouted. Beth stood stubbornly in the kitchen with her hands on her hips, glaring at the men.
“He’d been shot. He needed to be taken care of. Besides, he’s my baby. It’s not like I haven’t seen him naked before,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“Yeah, twenty years ago you might have seen him naked. For Christ’s sakes, Mom, he’s a grown man. He was shot in the shoulder, not paralyzed. I doubt he appreciated the effort,” Denny said in clear disbelief. He shot a look at his father. “If I ever get bedridden you keep this woman and her sponges the hell away from me. Hire some busty blonde to tend to my wounds,” he said with a lecherous grin. Tom just chuckled as Beth narrowed her eyes on her oldest son.
“That’s nonsense. I would take better care of you.”
Denny shot his father a look of pure panic.
“I’m serious.”
“Well,” Beth said with a sniff, “I don’t think that’s the problem anyway. Tristan appreciated me taking care of him.” Tom raised an eyebrow at that.
“Sweetheart, he barricaded himself in his bathroom and refused to come out until Hank and I dragged you and your sponges out of his house.”
“You don’t know shit. I’m lead detective because I have the highest rate of solved cases, the most education, and I put more hours in than the two other detectives combined. I also have my own office, Princess, as you will soon find out, because I am, without any regret, the biggest asshole you will ever meet. I give you a week before you go begging Daddy for a new desk.” She squared her shoulders even though inside she was trembling. From his anger? She didn’t think so, and she most certainly didn’t want to examine the reasons any further.
“I give you a week before you give up and go back to full medical. If you think you’re going to push me around like everyone else, then you have another thing coming. So, you better cut the shit and stop trying to push me or I’ll push back until you leave here crying for your mommy to lick your wounds, Mama’s boy.”
“Tristan, I have to be honest. I’m a little surprised to see you here today,” Dr. Bryne said, picking up a pen and a legal pad. He watched as Tristan added a sugar packet to his coffee and pulled out a large apple fritter from a small white pastry bag. “Well, besides having breakfast in my office that is.”
“Didn’t we have an appointment?” Tristan asked as he took a bite out of his fritter, careful not to spill any of the apple filling on his tie or shirt.
“No.”
“Are you sure? I could have sworn that we had a meeting first thing this morning,” Tristan said in a thoughtful tone as he added another packet of sugar to his coffee. Dr. Bryne narrowed his eyes on Tristan.
“You know that we didn’t have a meeting. The fact that you told my eight o’clock appointment to sit down and shut up when he complained about you taking his time slot, because you said and I quote, ‘the voices in my head are taking over and it's every man for himself’ lets me know that you’re well aware that we didn’t have an appointment.”
Tristan’s lips twitched as Dr. Bryne continued to glare at him.
“Oh, come on, Doc! You know that you’re happy to see me.”
Tristan being Tristan, he ignored him. Once his temper snapped, there was usually no hauling it in.
“I’m sick of this bullshit. You and I both know that there is nothing wrong with me. I’m not losing sleep over that prick and I’m ready to go back to work. The only reason to hold me back is if you felt that I was traumatized from that shooting and we both know that I would not hesitate to pull the trigger again if it was necessary.” Tristan rammed his fingers through his hair. “I don’t have patience for this shit or the time it takes out of my schedule to come here and play touchy feely, Doc. So, do us both a favor and sign me off so that I can do my fucking job!”
“H-Hank thought you could use some anger therapy,” Dr. Bryne stuttered.
“Oh,” Tristan said, frowning. He thought it over for a minute before asking, “My temper’s not that bad, is it?”
His question was met with twin expressions of utter disbelief.
“It’s not,” he bit out.
“I’m not going to require you to come to anymore one on one sessions,” he said, sounding relieved, really relieved. “But, I am going to recommend that you finish five anger management group meetings. They meet twice every day. I suggest that you take advantage of this opportunity and work on your anger.”
Tristan snatched the card away and stormed off towards the door, forgetting his coffee.
“This is bullshit! I have the fucking patience of a saint!” He slammed the door behind him and faced the waiting room where several very frightened patients noticeably cowered.
“Do I look like I have a fucking anger problem?”
As one they shook their heads.
“That’s what I thought.”
Na, jei kas norit paskaityt:
http://www.goodreads...794-black-heart
http://www12.zippysh...03398/file.html
"Black Heart" yra naujos serijos "Cursed Hearts" pirmoji knyga. Ir čią seriją as dievinsiu, jei ir kitos bus tooookios kaip ši. Ši knyga buvo pasakiškas skaitalas, kuris privertė juoktis ir netgi ašarą nubraukti. Knygą priskiriama paranormaliai romantikai, bet knygos aprašymas neatskleidžia kokios krypties, todėl pradėjus atsiskleisti istorijai buvau nustebinta ne kartą. There was something seriously wrong with Marty. That was the only explanation that she could come up with. Why else would she feel this way for the biggest SOB in town? Granted, he was also the hottest man in town, but he was also arrogant, callous, and determined to drive her away even as he drove her crazy with his touch. She should just walk away from him and probably would if it wasn’t for this connection that she’d always had with him that kept making her want more with the one man that couldn’t give her anything more than heartache.
He should have left and never looked back when he’d decided to finally do the right thing and push Marty out of his life, but instead he stuck around to torture himself by staying close to the one woman that he could never allow himself to have. She deserved better than him, better than the tortured existence that he led and better than the horrifying future that waited for him.
Kaip ir visose jos knygose čia daug humoro kuris privertė juoktis balsu ne kartą. O personažai juokingi ir mylimi.
O jau pagrindinis veikėjas tikras kalės vaikas, bet žaismingas kalės vaikas kurio neįmanoma nemėgti. Truputi pasiskaityt :
“You know it’s your own fault that you’re stuck in therapy.”
“It’s not my fault the emergency room doctor is a fucking bleeding heart.”
“I know. I think he overreacted as well.” An understatement.If Tristan hadn’t decked the man, Tom would have and judging by the expression on Hank’s face at the time, he hadn't been too far behind. Once that recommendation was sent to Concord, Tristan’s fate had been sealed. “Can’t believe he complained because I didn't cry over blowing that fucking maggot’s head off. It will be a cold day in hell when I cry over some child molester.”
“Well, it probably didn’t help when you broke the doctor's nose after he refused to pull his recommendation for therapy,” Tom said dryly.
Tristan’s lips twitched. “But it felt damn good.”
Tom sipped his beer. “I think he needed a break from your mother’s fussing.”
“I don’t fuss!” Beth argued.
Both men shared a knowing look.
“I don’t!”
<...>
“Well, sweetheart, you did try to give him a sponge bath,” Tom calmly pointed out while giving his wife a small sheepish smile.
“You what?” Denny nearly shouted. Beth stood stubbornly in the kitchen with her hands on her hips, glaring at the men.
“He’d been shot. He needed to be taken care of. Besides, he’s my baby. It’s not like I haven’t seen him naked before,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“Yeah, twenty years ago you might have seen him naked. For Christ’s sakes, Mom, he’s a grown man. He was shot in the shoulder, not paralyzed. I doubt he appreciated the effort,” Denny said in clear disbelief. He shot a look at his father. “If I ever get bedridden you keep this woman and her sponges the hell away from me. Hire some busty blonde to tend to my wounds,” he said with a lecherous grin. Tom just chuckled as Beth narrowed her eyes on her oldest son.
“That’s nonsense. I would take better care of you.”
Denny shot his father a look of pure panic.
“I’m serious.”
“Well,” Beth said with a sniff, “I don’t think that’s the problem anyway. Tristan appreciated me taking care of him.” Tom raised an eyebrow at that.
“Sweetheart, he barricaded himself in his bathroom and refused to come out until Hank and I dragged you and your sponges out of his house.”
“You don’t know shit. I’m lead detective because I have the highest rate of solved cases, the most education, and I put more hours in than the two other detectives combined. I also have my own office, Princess, as you will soon find out, because I am, without any regret, the biggest asshole you will ever meet. I give you a week before you go begging Daddy for a new desk.” She squared her shoulders even though inside she was trembling. From his anger? She didn’t think so, and she most certainly didn’t want to examine the reasons any further.
“I give you a week before you give up and go back to full medical. If you think you’re going to push me around like everyone else, then you have another thing coming. So, you better cut the shit and stop trying to push me or I’ll push back until you leave here crying for your mommy to lick your wounds, Mama’s boy.”
“Tristan, I have to be honest. I’m a little surprised to see you here today,” Dr. Bryne said, picking up a pen and a legal pad. He watched as Tristan added a sugar packet to his coffee and pulled out a large apple fritter from a small white pastry bag. “Well, besides having breakfast in my office that is.”
“Didn’t we have an appointment?” Tristan asked as he took a bite out of his fritter, careful not to spill any of the apple filling on his tie or shirt.
“No.”
“Are you sure? I could have sworn that we had a meeting first thing this morning,” Tristan said in a thoughtful tone as he added another packet of sugar to his coffee. Dr. Bryne narrowed his eyes on Tristan.
“You know that we didn’t have a meeting. The fact that you told my eight o’clock appointment to sit down and shut up when he complained about you taking his time slot, because you said and I quote, ‘the voices in my head are taking over and it's every man for himself’ lets me know that you’re well aware that we didn’t have an appointment.”
Tristan’s lips twitched as Dr. Bryne continued to glare at him.
“Oh, come on, Doc! You know that you’re happy to see me.”
Tristan being Tristan, he ignored him. Once his temper snapped, there was usually no hauling it in.
“I’m sick of this bullshit. You and I both know that there is nothing wrong with me. I’m not losing sleep over that prick and I’m ready to go back to work. The only reason to hold me back is if you felt that I was traumatized from that shooting and we both know that I would not hesitate to pull the trigger again if it was necessary.” Tristan rammed his fingers through his hair. “I don’t have patience for this shit or the time it takes out of my schedule to come here and play touchy feely, Doc. So, do us both a favor and sign me off so that I can do my fucking job!”
“H-Hank thought you could use some anger therapy,” Dr. Bryne stuttered.
“Oh,” Tristan said, frowning. He thought it over for a minute before asking, “My temper’s not that bad, is it?”
His question was met with twin expressions of utter disbelief.
“It’s not,” he bit out.
“I’m not going to require you to come to anymore one on one sessions,” he said, sounding relieved, really relieved. “But, I am going to recommend that you finish five anger management group meetings. They meet twice every day. I suggest that you take advantage of this opportunity and work on your anger.”
Tristan snatched the card away and stormed off towards the door, forgetting his coffee.
“This is bullshit! I have the fucking patience of a saint!” He slammed the door behind him and faced the waiting room where several very frightened patients noticeably cowered.
“Do I look like I have a fucking anger problem?”
As one they shook their heads.
“That’s what I thought.”
Na, jei kas norit paskaityt:
http://www.goodreads...794-black-heart
http://www12.zippysh...03398/file.html
Dar ta pačia tema: Gal kuri turite paskolinti ar parduoti N. Roberts "Raudonoji lelija"?
Pirkt nerandu, kas keisčiausia ir bibliotekos bazėse vieną egzempliorių randu, bet tokiam fifliale kuris net nežinau kur randasi
Pirkt nerandu, kas keisčiausia ir bibliotekos bazėse vieną egzempliorių randu, bet tokiam fifliale kuris net nežinau kur randasi
aš lietuviškai niekur šitos irgi neradau.
Ar naudojatės Svajonių romanų serija ketvirtadieniais pirkti el.knygą už 3lt?
Ar naudojatės Svajonių romanų serija ketvirtadieniais pirkti el.knygą už 3lt?
QUOTE(Daina @ 2013 06 26, 18:36)
Daina, 26 Bir 2013 - 18:36, para�ė:
Daina, 26 Bir 2013 - 18:36, paraÅ�Ä—: Dar ta pačia tema: Gal kuri turite paskolinti ar parduoti N. Roberts "Raudonoji lelija"?
Pirkt nerandu, kas keisčiausia ir bibliotekos bazėse vieną egzempliorių randu, bet tokiam fifliale kuris net nežinau kur randasi
Dar ta pačia tema: Gal kuri turite paskolinti ar parduoti N. Roberts "Raudonoji lelija"?
Pirkt nerandu, kas keisčiausia ir bibliotekos bazėse vieną egzempliorių randu, bet tokiam fifliale kuris net nežinau kur randasi
Pirkt nerandu, kas keisčiausia ir bibliotekos bazėse vieną egzempliorių randu, bet tokiam fifliale kuris net nežinau kur randasi
Cia parduoda 148zinute: http://www.supermama...?...7744&st=144
QUOTE(doruta @ 2013 06 28, 09:49)
doruta, 28 Bir 2013 - 09:49, para�ė:
doruta, 28 Bir 2013 - 09:49, para�ė: Cia parduoda
Cia parduoda
ačiū
QUOTE(Isila @ 2013 06 28, 08:59)
Isila, 28 Bir 2013 - 08:59, para�ė:
Isila, 28 Bir 2013 - 08:59, paraÅ�Ä—: aš lietuviškai niekur šitos irgi neradau.
Ar naudojatės Svajonių romanų serija ketvirtadieniais pirkti el.knygą už 3lt?
aš lietuviškai niekur šitos irgi neradau.
Ar naudojatės Svajonių romanų serija ketvirtadieniais pirkti el.knygą už 3lt?
Ar naudojatės Svajonių romanų serija ketvirtadieniais pirkti el.knygą už 3lt?
Kol kas ne, nes tas knygas esu skaičiusi.
Dabar skaitau Elizabeth Bevarly "Milijardieriaus suviliota" (pirkau Maximoje 3 knygučių rinkinuką už gerą kainą). Maximoje buvo 3 rinkinukai, tau dviejuose po vieną knygutę buvau skaičiusi, tad paėmiau šį.
Mes atostogaut išvažiuojam, tai šįvakar krausiu knygas į skaityklęs skaitymui. Tiek visko turiu, tiek skaityt norisi, tik nežinau kurias imti