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The Next 365 Days: A Novel (3) (365 Days Bestselling Series)
The global phenomenon and USA TODAY bestselling inspiration behind the Netflix film of the same name-the 365 Days series-continues as it follows the sizzling story of Laura and Massimo.
As the wife of Don Massimo Torricelli, one of the most dangerous Mafia bosses in Sicily, Laura's life is a roller coaster. She is often at risk, the potential target of Massimo's unscrupulous enemies who will stop at nothing to destroy the powerful man. And when Laura is seriously injured in an attack, pregnant and fighting to survive, Massimo faces the toughest decision of his life. What will his life be without Laura? Will he be able to raise their child alone? What will the fate of his family be, and whose 365 days may come to a close?
As the wife of Don Massimo Torricelli, one of the most dangerous Mafia bosses in Sicily, Laura's life is a roller coaster. She is often at risk, the potential target of Massimo's unscrupulous enemies who will stop at nothing to destroy the powerful man. And when Laura is seriously injured in an attack, pregnant and fighting to survive, Massimo faces the toughest decision of his life. What will his life be without Laura? Will he be able to raise their child alone? What will the fate of his family be, and whose 365 days may come to a close?
Editorial Reviews
"Lipinska creates taut suspense throughout with gritty mafia politics, larger-than-life characters, and a fast-paced plot." ― Publishers Weekly
Readers Top Reviews
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All that glitters is not gold Ok wow so this book just kept on giving, Im not sure why so many people hated on it.... I really like the moral of the story that this author tried to portray, this series does not glorify rape and Stockholm syndrome. I feel like with these genres we tend to over look the things that happen to the main character because we just want to read a HEA, well you get in this book just not in the way your thinking.
Nicole MirlyBikermum
So the book was like a 5/10 for me honestly. The first two books were beyond great. I liked the idea of the love triangle. BUT apart from the love triangle there was a story being told. In the first book you had a story beyond the story as well. Massimo had a twin and there was a war happening because of him shooting the guy for her in the club. The second one sure Nacho took her but there was a story line behind why he did that and twists and turns etc. This third book lacked a story beyond the romance. It didn’t keep you intrigued or even close to the edge of your seat. It was dull. Like I’m talking DULL! Now’s here’s why and there may be spoilers so if you hate that STOP READING. okay cool here we go. POSSIBLE SPOILER BELOW———- Alright so Massimo gets turned in to a guy with some major mental health issues. Which is finnnnneee I’m not mad that he gets painted as the villain of this story because hey, if he didn’t the story would literally have nothing unexpected happen. The way the author wrote was like you were hitting a fast forward bottom. You were reading about what happened to their baby and what happened after and her being depressed and then her getting slightly better and then Massimo being rude and then him sleeping with her and leaving her alone. Then Nacho comes back and honestly thank the HEAVENS because at this point literally almost 40% in I was BORED. Like hard to pick the book back up later bored. Nacho was giving stage five clingy. Which is cool Laura probably deserves it after being kidnapped by two mobsters. The author painted Nacho to be so opposite to Massimo that it was almost cringe. He was strong and kinda bad ass but was just like a jokester never serious and honestly he never really spoke about himself like at all. All about her what she needed what she wanted he loved her and he would wait for the end of time!! 🫠 Well Laura just kept going back to Massimo which is cool that’s her husband but when she was with Nacho she would try and sleep with him or whatever and I’m like HONEY you do still have a whole HUSBAND The one that you just slept with this morning! Toward the end she finally kinda makes her mind up but that part is written so quick. The ending felt like there was unfinished business. Massimos explanation for his infatuation with Laura was not giving!!! Like oh I didn’t really visualize you that day I was shot I just saw you in real life. So that’s why I stopped caring after the baby because I found that out and you basically mean nothing. Like HUH!? Alright anyway here’s the books plot. Who will Laura choose and what will Laura wear everyday. That’s it guys that’s the story nothing deeper nothing more. Hope you made it this far into the review lol
Rachel
If you liked the movies you will love the books. There is so much more to them. I couldn’t put any of them down and this last one I read within two days. It was so good and gave much needed closure to the series unlike the movie. I plan to go back and reread all of them. It’s a nice escape from reality. 😁
candee5050
Contains some spoilers Once they were printed in English, I read all three books and at this point saw all three movies, with book three coming out not long before the third movie. I was hoping that the third movie would follow the third book in content because this book was, in my opinion, the best of all three. I wish they would go ahead and make a fourth movie based on this book ending. We all were entranced with Massimo's character in the first two books. Although we never question Massimo's love for Laura in any of the books, we do acknowledge that his treatment of her is, at times, over the top but in this book he really flips the switch. He develops even more serious control and addiction issues and his treatment of her becomes despicable! We met Nacho in book two and we acknowledged Laura's dilemma in that book, but like Laura we were trying to hold out and give Massimo a chance to redeem himself. That was not to be. Once we got into the meat and potatoes of Another 365 Days and Massimo was at his worst, we see that the story turns and the author pulls off a real stunner, She was able to turn us around to fall in love with Nacho! From there the love story of Nacho and Laura shines in this book and it is romance at its very best! I enjoyed this book the most of all three. Kudos to the author and I will definitely read more books written by this author.
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter 1 CHAPTER 1
Hot wind winnowed my hair as I drove my convertible down the promenade. Ariana Grande blared from the speakers. I couldn't think of a song more fitting for my current predicament than "Break Free." "If you want it, take it," sang the pop star, and I bobbed my head to each word, cranking up the volume.
It was my birthday. I was getting older and should probably be feeling depressed, but the truth was that I felt more alive than ever. As I stopped the car, waiting for the light to turn green, the chorus began. The bass boomed, and I couldn't have felt happier. I sang along.
"?‘This is the part when I say I don't want ya. I'm stronger than I've been before,'?" I shouted with Ariana, waving my arms. A young man stopped his car next to mine. He sent me a flirtatious smile, tapping a hand on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song. Aside from the loud music and my loud singing, what must have caught his eye was my outfit. Its scantiness, to be precise.
I wore a black bikini that perfectly complemented the color of my purple Plymouth Prowler. To be honest, there weren't many things that didn't complement that car. It was perfect. The beautiful, rare vehicle had been my birthday present. I suspected the gifts wouldn't stop coming anytime soon-that my man wouldn't stop showering me with presents-but I hoped against reason that this one had been the last.
It all began a month before. I would get something new each day. My thirtieth birthday required something special, and thirty gifts would apparently do the trick. I rolled my eyes and stepped on the accelerator as soon as the light turned green.
A few moments later, I parked the car, grabbed my bag, and headed to the beach. The weather was sweltering hot, and I intended to make the most of it. Reach my limits. Sunbathe until I'd had more than enough. Taking a sip of iced tea through a drinking straw, I plodded across the waterfront, relishing the feeling of the hot sand on my feet.
"Happy birthday, old girl!" my man shouted. I turned around and a geyser of Moët Rosé exploded in my face.
"The hell do you think you're doing?!" I screamed through bouts of laughter, trying to escape the fizzy stream. Without effect. He chased me with the bottle spewing out its pressurized content. When it was empty, he threw himself at me and toppled me to the ground.
"Happy birthday," he whispered. "I love you."
His tongue slid between my lips and started its dance. I moaned in pleasure, wrapping my arms around his neck and spreading my legs, as he took his place between them, hips slowly twisting.
He laced his fingers with mine and pinned my arms to the ground, pulling away his head and fixing me with an amused stare.
"I have something for you." He wiggled his eyebrows and got up, pulling me with him.
"What do you know," I muttered, rolling my eyes behind the dark barrier of my sunglasses. He reached out and took them off. His face grew serious.
"I'd like you to…," he stammered as I watched on. He took a deep breath and knelt before me, extending his hands cupped around a small box. "Marry me," said Nacho, his lips spreading in a wide grin. "I wanted to say something smart and romantic, but most of all I wanted to say something that would convince you."
I inhaled, but he raised his hand. I said nothing.
"Before you say anything, Laura, please consider. A proposal isn't marriage. And marriage doesn't have to be forever." He prodded me gently with the little box.
"Remember, I don't want to make you do anything against your will. I'll never order you around. Say ‘yes' only if you want it."
A silence descended on the both of us for a long while. He waited patiently for my reply. He got none. "If you refuse, though, I'll send Amelia after you."
I couldn't take my eyes off him. I was scared, worried, awestruck, and… happy.
If anyone had told me during last New Year's Eve that I would end up where I was, I would have burst out in laughter. I thought about it and laughed, but inwardly. And if a year ago, when Massimo had kidnapped me, anyone had suggested that I would find myself on Tenerife with that colorfully tattooed boy at my feet, I would have bet everything that such a thing was simply impossible. Well, impossible is nothing, as they say. The thought of what had happened eight months before was still chilling, but-thank God (or rather, Dr. Mendoza)-at least I could finally sleep. But after so much time and with that kind of company in bed, it really wasn't that surprising.
Hot wind winnowed my hair as I drove my convertible down the promenade. Ariana Grande blared from the speakers. I couldn't think of a song more fitting for my current predicament than "Break Free." "If you want it, take it," sang the pop star, and I bobbed my head to each word, cranking up the volume.
It was my birthday. I was getting older and should probably be feeling depressed, but the truth was that I felt more alive than ever. As I stopped the car, waiting for the light to turn green, the chorus began. The bass boomed, and I couldn't have felt happier. I sang along.
"?‘This is the part when I say I don't want ya. I'm stronger than I've been before,'?" I shouted with Ariana, waving my arms. A young man stopped his car next to mine. He sent me a flirtatious smile, tapping a hand on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song. Aside from the loud music and my loud singing, what must have caught his eye was my outfit. Its scantiness, to be precise.
I wore a black bikini that perfectly complemented the color of my purple Plymouth Prowler. To be honest, there weren't many things that didn't complement that car. It was perfect. The beautiful, rare vehicle had been my birthday present. I suspected the gifts wouldn't stop coming anytime soon-that my man wouldn't stop showering me with presents-but I hoped against reason that this one had been the last.
It all began a month before. I would get something new each day. My thirtieth birthday required something special, and thirty gifts would apparently do the trick. I rolled my eyes and stepped on the accelerator as soon as the light turned green.
A few moments later, I parked the car, grabbed my bag, and headed to the beach. The weather was sweltering hot, and I intended to make the most of it. Reach my limits. Sunbathe until I'd had more than enough. Taking a sip of iced tea through a drinking straw, I plodded across the waterfront, relishing the feeling of the hot sand on my feet.
"Happy birthday, old girl!" my man shouted. I turned around and a geyser of Moët Rosé exploded in my face.
"The hell do you think you're doing?!" I screamed through bouts of laughter, trying to escape the fizzy stream. Without effect. He chased me with the bottle spewing out its pressurized content. When it was empty, he threw himself at me and toppled me to the ground.
"Happy birthday," he whispered. "I love you."
His tongue slid between my lips and started its dance. I moaned in pleasure, wrapping my arms around his neck and spreading my legs, as he took his place between them, hips slowly twisting.
He laced his fingers with mine and pinned my arms to the ground, pulling away his head and fixing me with an amused stare.
"I have something for you." He wiggled his eyebrows and got up, pulling me with him.
"What do you know," I muttered, rolling my eyes behind the dark barrier of my sunglasses. He reached out and took them off. His face grew serious.
"I'd like you to…," he stammered as I watched on. He took a deep breath and knelt before me, extending his hands cupped around a small box. "Marry me," said Nacho, his lips spreading in a wide grin. "I wanted to say something smart and romantic, but most of all I wanted to say something that would convince you."
I inhaled, but he raised his hand. I said nothing.
"Before you say anything, Laura, please consider. A proposal isn't marriage. And marriage doesn't have to be forever." He prodded me gently with the little box.
"Remember, I don't want to make you do anything against your will. I'll never order you around. Say ‘yes' only if you want it."
A silence descended on the both of us for a long while. He waited patiently for my reply. He got none. "If you refuse, though, I'll send Amelia after you."
I couldn't take my eyes off him. I was scared, worried, awestruck, and… happy.
If anyone had told me during last New Year's Eve that I would end up where I was, I would have burst out in laughter. I thought about it and laughed, but inwardly. And if a year ago, when Massimo had kidnapped me, anyone had suggested that I would find myself on Tenerife with that colorfully tattooed boy at my feet, I would have bet everything that such a thing was simply impossible. Well, impossible is nothing, as they say. The thought of what had happened eight months before was still chilling, but-thank God (or rather, Dr. Mendoza)-at least I could finally sleep. But after so much time and with that kind of company in bed, it really wasn't that surprising.
