Musical Mondays: Eu Não Sei Quem Te Perdeu by Pedro Abrunhosa feat. Sandra de Sá


Today I’ll share another Portuguese song, that I’m obsessed with. Pedro Abrunhosa is kind of big in Portugal, he made a name for himself with great songs, but a style of singing that resembles more “talking” than actual “singing”. He also never takes off his sunglasses…

Quando veio,
Mostrou-me as mãos vazias,
As mãos como os meus dias,
Tão leves e banais.
E pediu-me
Que lhe levasse o medo,
Eu disse-lhe um segredo:
“Não partas nunca mais”. 

E dançou,
Rodou no chão molhado,
Num beijo apertado
De barco contra o cais.

E uma asa voa
A cada beijo teu,
Esta noite
Sou dono do céu,
E eu não sei quem te perdeu.

Como se abraça o tempo,
A vida num momento
Em gestos nunca iguais.
E parou,
Cantou contra o meu peito,
Num beijo imperfeito
Roubado nos umbrais.

E partiu,
Sem me dizer o nome,
Levando-me o perfume
De tantas noites mais.

E uma asa voa
A cada beijo teu,
Esta noite
Sou dono do céu,
E eu não sei quem te perdeu.

Release Day Blitz: SMUT by Karina Halle

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Smut AMAZON - CopyWhat happens when the kink between the pages leads to heat between the sheets? 

All Blake Crawford wants is to pass his creative writing course, get his university degree and take over his dad’s ailing family business. What Amanda Newland wants is to graduate at the top of her class, as well as finally finish her novel and prove to her family that writing is a respectful career. 

What Blake and Amanda don’t want is to be paired up with each other for their final project but that’s exactly what they both get when they’re forced to collaborate on a writing piece. Since Amanda thinks Blake is a pushy asshole (with a panty-melting smirk and British accent) and Blake thinks Amanda has a stick up her ass (though it’s brilliant ass), they fight tooth and nail until they discover they write well together. They also might find each other really attractive, but that’s neither here nor there. 

When their writing project turns out to be a success, the two of them decide to start up a secret partnership together using a pen name, infiltrating the self-publishing market in the lucrative genre of erotica. Naturally, with so much heat and passion between the pages, it’s not long before their dirty words become a dirty reality. Sure, they still fight a lot but at least there’s make-up sex now. 

But even as they start to fall hard for each other, will their burgeoning relationship survive if their scandalous secret is exposed or are happily-ever-afters just a work of fiction?

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She holds my gaze for a moment and something passes over her. Regret, maybe. Then she nods. “Sit down. Let’s work.”

And so we do. And for the first time in a long time, it’s strained. I’m about to suggest maybe we need the Estonian vodka anyway when she lets out an exasperated sigh over something she’s reading.

It happens to be something I wrote.

“What?” I ask, wondering what I did wrong.

She gives me the the ‘are you kidding me?’look. “Okay, I was ignoring it earlier but I think you need to get a grip on some of this shit. This simply does not happen.”

“Explain, please.”

“I just think it’s unrealistic for there to be so much talking, let alone the fact that the first time they do it it’s in a public place.”

“Too much talking?”

“Yeah.” she scans over the document. “You know, give me your cock, oh you feel so good, harder, harder, you’re so big, fuck me harder big boy.”

“Have you even had good sex?” I ask incredulously.

She flinches. “Of course I have. And it’s none of your business.”

“We’re writing about sex. It’s completely my business. I’m not letting you interject your edits based on your personal experiences about sex because believe me, if the sex is good, you’re moaning my name.”

She raises her chin. “Maybe all those girls were faking it.”

Oh, brilliant.

“Excuse me?” I say, hands pressed against the table, nearly getting out of my chair. “You have no idea. I pride myself in giving a girl as many bloody orgasms as she can handle.”

“Bloody orgasms don’t sound like fun,” she jokes softly.

“They can be if you’re into knife play,” I tell her, even though that’s not exactly what I meant. Still, she scrunches up her nose. “Don’t knock it until you try it, but that’s neither here nor there. When you were with Alan, he must have made you come at least a few times.”

If he didn’t, I feel like finding the guy and showing him a thing or two for wasting four years of her life.

“Yeah,” she says flatly.

“And in the middle of that orgasm, didn’t you want to yell a few things?”


“And why didn’t you?”

She looks at her nails as if they’re suddenly fascinating. “It didn’t seem right. It was…too intimate. I would have felt dumb. He didn’t like any of that stuff.”

The plot thickens. “Any of what stuff?”

“Sex that didn’t involve the missionary position or the bed.”

My mouth drops open. My brain and penis can’t compute this. “I feel so sorry for you.”

We must remedy this.

She glares at me. “It’s not like I didn’t want to do it. I did. And he did try it. Most of it. But it always went back to the same old.”

I knew it. She’s a nerd on the streets and a freak in the sheets.

“I don’t mean to brag,” I tell her in all seriousness. “But you do realize that I could give you an orgasm in thirty seconds.”

Her eyes widen. I can’t tell if she’s horrified or intrigued. “I don’t believe you and I don’t want you to try.”

She’s not getting it. I frown, trying to explain. “If you’re having good sex and it’s with someone you’re comfortable with, you won’t worry about holding back. You’ll cry out all the nonsense you want, you’ll make noises like a pig and scream like you’re on fire because you truly can’t have a good orgasm unless you’re letting go on all accounts.” I lean back in my chair and study her, running my fingers along my jaw. “I would venture that every time you came with your ex, you were only experiencing half of what you should have been. How is it with your vibrators?”

I expect her to tell me to fuck off, that I’m getting too personal but to my surprise she gives me a small smile. “It’s better. But I do have a roommate with exceptionally good hearing.” She clears her throat. “Anyway, so I guess I’m wrong. The heroine can make all the noise she wants.”

“And have first time sex in public.”

“I don’t know…”

“Believe me, when you finally get a chance to fuck, you don’t care where it is. That’s why I always have a condom in my pocket. And the more public the sex, the sneakier you have to be, the hotter it is.”

“But in the book you would never get caught.”

“You don’t always get caught in real life too.”

I can see she wants to ask me where I’ve done it but she loses her nerve. “Okay.” She looks back to the document. “I accept defeat.”

But I don’t want her to. I want to prove to her I’m right and not have her take my word.

Is there a non-creepy way to show her just how amazing good sex can feel? I’m thinking not.

Or…maybe there is.


About Karina Halle:

Halle HeadshotKarina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and The New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author of The Pact, Racing the Sun, Sins & Needles and over 25 other wild and romantic reads. She lives on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books.

Halle is represented by the Waxman Leavell Agency and is both self-published and published by Simon & Schuster and Hachette in North America and in the UK.

Hit her up on Instagram at @authorHalle, on Twitter at @MetalBlonde and on Facebook. You can also visit and sign up for the newsletter for news, excerpts, previews, private book signing sales and more.


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Winging It (Cate Cameron)


Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book contains adult language, ice-melting kisses, and a swoon-worthy hero. This fake relationship romance will have you wishing for a hockey player of your own… 

Natalie West and Toby Cooper were best friends growing up, on and off the ice. But when Toby’s hockey career took off, their friendship was left behind. Now Natalie has a crazy plan to land her crush — Toby’s biggest rival — and she needs Toby’s help to pull it off.

When Nat asks Toby to be her fake boyfriend, he can’t say no. Not when it means getting his best friend back. But Natalie is all grown up now, and spending time with her — even when it’s just playing hockey together — stirs up a lot of feelings, old and new. Suddenly pretending to be interested in her isn’t hard at all…if only she wanted him and not his enemy. 

Hockey tore them apart. Can it put them back together?

As it has been usual lately, I read this eARC as a buddy read with Cátia @The Girl Who Read Too Much, go to her blog in the next couple of days to read her take on this book.

A while back I read book 2 of this series, Playing Defense, and I really liked that one. I equally liked this one, with an added bonus of two of my favorite tropes being at play here.

Much like the previous book, I really liked the writing. And more importantly, once again, the characters felt their age. They read like teenagers, doing the wrong things most of the time, but trying to find the right way.

I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m a huge fan of the best friends turned lovers and the pretend relationship tropes, and once again, we had both here. I thought the development of both of this situations was very well done.

In general I liked both main characters, though Nat frustrated me a bit, but I can’t really fault her. She’s a teenager, and like all teenagers she has her crush goggles for most of the book, crushing on someone who truly doesn’t deserve her. I did like her growth though, and I really loved Toby’s part in it. Toby was seriously awesome. I really liked how honest he was with Nat, not taking her crap about his success, and opening her eyes to what she still could do to grab her future. I also really liked that he was willing to put her happiness and whatever she wanted, first.

They were amazing as friends, and amazing as everything more!

I really wanted to beat the hell out of Scott, the dude was an asshole! I wanted to shake Nat and make her wake up and see what was right in front of her! Still, he had his moments, and he wasn’t 100% bad… just 95%… I initially thought that Dawn would be a problem, being Toby’s ex girlfriend and all, but I was happy about how Cameron wrote their relationship.

Ultimatly this book has some nice messages, like how you should always be yourself with the person you love… you shouldn’t have to think about what to eat or wear when you love someone. Also, it’s not because things look perfect, that they are…

It’s a very cute and great YA contemporary romance, with a dash of hockey – which you by now know that I love. So, give it a go!