.:: Book Blitz ::. To Know Me

¡Holis! ♥ 

Estas entradas debía haberlas publicado hace un par de días, pero no he tenido tiempo de actualizar así que las publicaré hoy (lo que quiere decir que hoy habrá dos Book Blitz distintos), a ver qué os parecen ^^

Título: To Know Me
Saga: Marcy Blesy 
Saga: To Know Me #1
Fecha de publicación: 21 de agosto del 2013
Géneros Romance, Juvenil

Sinopsis

To know me is to die.

Seventeen-year-old Mae is convinced that the consequences of her poor decisions have caused the untimely deaths of her dad, sister Laura, and grandma who all die within a year, no matter how ludicrous her thoughts seem to those she loves. The solution? Run away so no one else she cares for gets hurt (even if she has to keep a GPS tracker on her phone at all times).

Desperate to earn her diploma and salvage something of her life, she transfers schools when people get too close. After switching to Woodson Prep with only two months to go until graduation, Mae keeps her goals in sight. But when she meets Ty, the “perfect boy” with his own secrets and a relentless interest in Mae, she must decide if she can stop running from the past and still protect those she loves.

Conocerme es morir.

Mae, de diecisiete años, está convencida de que las consecuencias de sus malas decisiones son las causantes de las muertes de su padre, su hermana Laura y su abuela, quienes han muerto el mismo año, aunque los demás piensen que esto es ridículo. ¿La solución? Huir para evitar que alguna otra persona que le importe salga herida.

Desesperada por conseguir su diploma y salvar algo de su vida, se cambia de colegios cuando la gente se acerca demasiado a ella. Tras trasladares al instituto Woodson cuando solo quedan dos meses para la graduación, Mae se mantiene firme en conseguir sus propósitos. Pero cuando conoce a Ty el chico perfecto, con sus propios secretos y su implacable interés en Mae, deberá decididr si puede dejar de huir de su pasado y aun así proteger a los que quiere.

Información sobre la autora

Marcy Blesy is the author of several middle grade and young adult novels and short stories. Her picture book, Am I Like My Daddy?, helps children who experienced the loss of a parent when they were much younger. She has also been published in two Chicken Soup for the Soul books as well as various newspapers and magazines. By day she runs an elementary school library and enjoys spending time with her husband and two boys.

Marcy is a believer in love and enjoys nothing more than making her readers feel a book more than simply reading it. She likes to connect with her readers via twitter (@marcyblesy), email (mablesy(at)yahoo.com), or her blog (www.marcyblesy.com).

Marcy Blesy es la autora de varias novelas juveniles y de grado medio además de varias historias cortas. Su libro ilustrado Am I Like My Daddy? ayuda a los niños que han perdido a un padre cuando eran muy pequeños. Ha sido publicada en dos Chicken Soup for the Soul books además de en varias revistas y periódigos. Trabaja en una librería de un colegio de primaria y disfruta pasando el rato con su marido y sus dos hijos.

Marcy cree en el amor y disfruta consiguiendo que sus lectores sientan más que lean un libro. Le gusta conectar con sus lectores vía twitter, email o en su blog. 

Extracto

To know me is to die. I mean, to really know me, like when you know I can run for hours without so much as a water break, or that cinnamon sugar doughnuts are my weakness, or that my dad gave me a whole different name. But I don’t let people get that close. I’ve learned the hard way. Too many people die in my life. Grandma said I was only unlucky.
“It’s not your fault all those people you love die. It’s just bad luck that you’ve had to deal with grief so young. Not fair at all,” she’d said. That was right before she died on my seventeenth birthday and right after my sister Laura, my dad, and my dog Petie.
I direct Mom Number 4 toward the front door of the high school. I always get a new mom when I transfer schools. I have yet to find a school that allows a seventeen-year-old to register herself. I wanted to graduate in Ohio, but too many people started asking questions. They weren’t important questions. Just stuff like, “How come I can’t ever come over to your house?” or “Why won’t you ever talk about yourself?” or when I do, “That’s not what you told so-and-so.” I had to leave. To let people into my life isn’t an option anymore. But, there’re no worries anyone will start to ask questions here. It’s already March. That diploma is as good as mine. Then I can enroll in online college and try to salvage something of my pathetic life.

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¿Qué os parece? Creo que puede ser algo cliché pero entretenido. La portada no es que me guste especialmente, pero resulta llamativa, no puedo negarlo. Espero que os animéis y que si lo hacéis tengáis suerte :)

¡Un besito! 

Reseña (211): Sempre

Sempre 1, J. M. Darhower

Título original: Sempre | Saga: 1/2
Autora: J. M. Darhower | Páginas: 528 | Editorial: Gallery Books
ISBN: 9781476760759
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Esta es una historia sobre el sacrificio... la muerte... el amor... la libertad. Esta es una historia sobre la eternidad.

Haven Antonelli, de diecisiete años, no sabe lo que es la libertad. Desde que que era pequeña, su madre y ella han sido esclavas, víctimas del tráfico humano orquestado por la mafia. Pero cuando Haven intenta escapar y la atrapan, un hombre le deja escoger: ir con él o morir. Accediendo a marcharse con el Dr. Vincent DeMarco, Haven llega a su casa y conoce a su desafiante pero a la vez intrigante hijo, Carmine. Aunque la privilegiada educación de Carmine está a años luz de la suya, Haven se da cuenta de que comparten cosas en común. Y pronto su amistad con Carmine se convertirá en un inesperado amor.

Carmine ha vivido su vida rompiendo todas las reglas y desdeñando las ataduras; hasta que conoce a esta estraña y tímida chica que su padre ha llevado a casa. Su inocencia le afecta de un modo que no puede comprender y le hace sentir cosas que nunca esperó experimentar. Y cuando se entera de que la mafia no ha perdido su interés en ella, él se empeña en protegerla... cueste lo que cueste.


Tengo claro desde ya que este libro tiene un puesto asegurado en mi Top 10 del 2014. Y es que si algo no puede faltar en esta reseña es deciros que, si sabéis leer en inglés tenéis que haceros con este libro. Y para los que no tenéis planeado leer libros en inglés, de veras espero que alguna editorial decida comprar este libro, porque es espectacular.

El libro lo conocí por casualidad en una lista de deseos de un blog y la sinopsis me llamó muchísimo la atención. No he leído muchos libros sobre esclavas, y tampoco sobre mafias -aunque estas historias me encantan-, así que tenía que darle una oportunidad. Y vaya si me alegro de haberlo hecho.

A través de Haven conocemos un mundo que existe: el de la esclavitud. Y con ella la historia que nos cuentan estas páginas es cruel y desgarradora; la historia de una niña que nació como esclava, sin libertad y sin conocer nada más allá de lo que las paredes de su prisión le daban a conocer. Cuando va a vivir con los DeMarco, la vemos aprender: aprende lo que es un teléfono, lo que es una alarma, lo que son las luciérnagas... y el amor. Básicamente, poco a poco vemos cómo aprende el significado de la libertad.

.:: Book Blitz ::. Day Human Prince + Sorteo

¡Buenos días! ♥

Estos días de fiesta estoy ocupadilla con trabajos y cosas de la uni, así que estoy aprovechando a publicar Book Blitz estos días en lugar de dispersarlos a lo largo del mes. Así voy actualizando y os traigo libros interesantes =)

Título: Day Human Prince
Autora: Kristin McMichael
Saga: The Day Human Trilogy #1
Fecha de publicación: Abril del 2014
Género: Paranormal, Juvenil

Sinopsis

Devin Alexander grew up as the only day human in a world surrounded by night humans who drank blood, sometimes his blood. He spent his life training towards one goal: the protection of one of those blood drinkers, Arianna. But what is he supposed to do when the blue-eyed girl of the legends doesn’t need him anymore? What does his life mean then? How is a guy supposed to move on when the girl he has pined over for a decade chooses someone else?

Before he can even start to figure out his new life without Arianna, Devin has to deal with another problem. He needs to take care of some unfinished business with a night human he has known for less than a month, but with whom he is magically bound.

Vanessa McKinny has promised that she knows a way to undo the spell she placed on Devin to save his life. Devin would do anything to break the bond to be free of her, even if it means traveling to the sidhe village, a place inhabited by a race of night humans that has not had a day human visitor in more than a hundred years. If he doesn’t plan to get stuck, he must work with Nessa to find a way to break the bond. Only then can Devin have time to get back to finding his new goal in life, unless he discovers that his path lies with the sidhe.

Devin Alexander ha crecido como el único humano diurno en un mundo de humanos nocturnos que beben sangre, algunas veces la suya. Ha pasado su vida entrenándose para un propósito: la protección de una de esos bebedores de sangre, Arianna. ¿Pero qué se supone que tiene que hacer cuando la chica de ojos azules de las leyendas ya no le necesita más? ¿Qué sentido tiene su vida entonces? ¿Qué tiene que hacer un chico para seguir adelante cuando la chica por la que ha suspirado durante una década escoge a otro?

Antes de que pueda si quiera empezar a imaginar su nueva vida sin Arianna, Devin tiene que hacerse cargo de otro problema. Tiene que encargarse de un asunto pendiente que tiene con una humana nocturna que conoce desde menos de un mes, pero con quien está mágicamente unido.

Vanessa McKinny ha prometido que conoce la forma de deshacer el hechizo que puso en Devin para salvarle la vida. Devin haría cualquier cosa para romper la unión y librarse de ella, incluso si eso significa viajar a la villa de los sidhe, un lugar habitado por una raza de humanos nocturnos que no ha tenido un visitante humano diurno desde hace cientos de años. Si no quiere quedarse atrapado, tendrá que trabajar con Nessa para romper la unión. Solo entonces podrá el tiempo suficiente como para encontrar un nuevo propósito para su vida, a menos que descubra que su camino está junto a los sidhe.


Información de la autora

Originally from Wisconsin, B. Kristin currently resides in Ohio with her husband, two small children, and three cats. When not doing the mom thing of chasing kids, baking cookies, and playing outside, she is using her PhD in Biology working as a scientist. In her free time she is hard at work on multiple novels; as each day passes, she has more ideas for both current and future novels.

Originaria de Wisconsisn, B. Kristin reside actualmente en Ohiao con su marido, sus dos niños pequeños y tres gatos. Cuando no está persiguiendo a sus hijos, horneando galletitas y jugando fuera, hace uso de su Doctorado en Biología para trabajar  como científica. En su teimpo libre trabaja duro en diversas novelas; con cada día que pasa tiene más ideas para sus actuales y futuras novelas.

Author's Links.
e-Mail: http://www.bkristinmcmichael.com/list
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bkristinmcmichael
Twitter: https://twitter.com/bkmcmichael/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/bkristinmcmichael

Extracto

“What’s wrong?” she asked. She looked over his shoulder and quickly around the room, but didn’t see anything.
“We need to dance our way out of here,” Devin replied quietly, while still spinning them in circles. “Just follow my lead.”
Nessa wanted to ask more, but Devin dipped her down suddenly with one hand. Pulling her back up, his fist pressed against her back, now holding an arrow he grabbed from an assassination attempt. No one saw the invisible arrow, but Devin still held onto it. After a few more quick spins that didn’t allow Nessa to ask more questions, yet brought them five feet closer to the exit, Devin caught a second arrow from a different assassin. The first assassin was still waiting. Even the assassins didn’t see their own arrows. As they were within ten feet of leaving, Nessa finally protested.
“Devin, what is going on?” she asked, a bit winded from dancing.
‘Not now. I’m trying to save your life,’ Devin answered silently. Nessa’s eyes went big. She obviously hadn’t considered the danger to her life. ‘Now duck,’ he ordered.
Nessa instantly bent down and pretended to adjust her dresses hem. Devin held out his empty hand to help her stand back up. She smiled and stood, though there was still hesitation in her eyes. She couldn’t see the arrows in his hand. Devin smiled back, and she relaxed a little. Nessa slipped her hands back to his shoulders, and Devin took the lead again, pulling her toward the exit on the opposite side of the room from their table.
‘Dinner, dance, and then done?’ Devin asked, reiterating that they were done. He didn’t expect any kind of protest, but he had to be sure that they fulfilled the role they were supposed to play.

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¿Qué os parece el libro? A mí lo de humanos diurnos y nocturnos me llamó mucho la atención. La portada también me pareció llamativa y tengo claro que está en mi lista de deseos y que pienso comprarlo =)

¡Suerte con los sorteos! 

.:: Book Blitz :.. Written on her Heart + Sorteo (US)

¡Buenos días! ♥ 

Vuelvo con un nuevo libro que tiene una pinta tremenda. En esta ocasión es un libro que se publica hoy y el cual descubrí hace unos días por Goodreads. Me pareció interesante y lo añadí a mi TBR para luego ver que había un Book Blitz pendiente. No pude resistir la tentación de traerlo al blog, así que espero que os llame la atención ^^

Título: Written On Her Heart by Paige Rion
Saga: Callaway Cove #1
Fecha de publicación: 23 de abril del 2014 (¡hoy!)
Géneros: New Adult, Romance

Sinopsis

Andi Callaway has dreamed of becoming a published author her entire life.

Ford Delaney has always wanted nothing more than to escape his past.

An opportunity of a lifetime. This is what Andi finds when she returns home to Callaway Cove on summer break. A chance to work for her literary idol Ford Delaney is up for grabs, and she’s willing to risk everything—her boyfriend, her best friends, and her education—to get it.

She’s positive this will be the key to reaching her dreams. But the moment she begins working for the reclusive author, Andi realizes there’s more to him than just a name. As attraction builds between Andi and Ford, she begins to discover consequences must come hand-in-hand with something great—which could loosen control over her tightly wound life. And once romantic sparks fly, Andi’s other relationships start to crumble, Ford’s fame comes back to haunt him, and the heat they generate will either forge a powerful, enduring love or threaten everything she holds dear.

Andi  Callaway ha soñado en convertirse en escritora toda su vida.

Ford Delaney lo que siempre ha querido es escapar de su pasado.

Una oportunidad única. Eso es lo que se encuentra Andi cuando vuelve a su casa en Callaway Cove durante las vacaciones de verano. Hay un puesto vacante para trabajar con su ídolo literario, For Delaney, y está dispuesta a arriesgarlo todo -su novio, sus mejores amigos y su educación- para conseguirlo.

Está segura de que esta es la clave para alcanzar sus sueños. Pero el momento en el que empieza a trabajar para el solitario escritor, Andi se da cuenta que él es algo más que un nombre. Mientras la atracción aumenta entre Andi y Ford, ella empieza a darse cuenta de que las consecuencias vendrán de la mano de cosas buenas, lo que podría aflojar las estrictas riendas de su control. Y una vez que las chispas románticas vuelan, las otras relaciones de Andi comienzan a derrumbarse, la fama de Ford vuelve para atormentarlo y el calor que generan o bien formará un poderoso y duradero amor, o bien amenazará todo lo que ella estima.


Información de la autora


Paige Rion is a contemporary romance author. She’s a mother, wife, blogger, hopeless chocoholic, coffee-addicted, wine-lover. Her debut novel—a new adult romance—Written On Her Heart, is the first in the Callaway Cove series. The next in the series is to be released this summer. She loves connecting with readers on her blog and social media. You can visit her website at http://paigerion.com/

Paige Rion es una autora de romance contemporáneo. Ella es madre, esposa, bloguera, irremediable adicta al chocolate, adicta al café y amante del vine. Su novela debut -un romance new adult- Written on her heart, es el primer libro de la saga Callaway Cove. El próximo libro de la serie saldrá este verano. Le encanta conectar con sus lectores en su blog y en las redes sociales. Podéis visitarla en su página web: http://paigerion.com/

Author's links:

Extracto

“What kind of books do you want to write?” Ford asked, turning his attention back to his plate.
The question brought her back to reality. “Romance.”
“Ah, fairytales.”
At her narrowed eyes, he said, “I’m not judging. All writers, myself included, create whole worlds to give people a reprieve from their real lives. That’s what I do, too.”
Andi laughed but there was no joy in the sound. It was exactly how she felt about the kind of books she wanted to write and something Peter never understood.
Interestingly, Ford’s words meant he didn’t believe in real love—that he considered the beautifully written romantic plotlines in his own books ‘fairytales’. “I don’t buy it. You can’t write books like yours and not believe in love, at least to some extent.”
Ford’s mouth tightened. He ran a hand through his hair. “Why?”
“Because there’s hope in love.” She met his gaze. “And a world without hope is a sad one. If you truly feel what you say, you want to leave people with the feeling that good exists and that love, no matter how impossible, is possible. If love is such a lie, I can’t see you selling it like you do.”
Ford’s eyes flashed. “I believe people leave you when you need them most in life. I believe real love is something people tell themselves exists because it makes the world a better place to live in. When love fails, and it always does, people make excuses. He wasn’t the one. She was too critical, bossy, fat…whatever.”
Andi frowned. “So why write romance into your books at all? If you don’t buy into the notion it’s real?”
Ford smiled but his eyes softened, something sad lingering in his gaze. “Because there’s nothing wrong with giving false hope. Even if true love is a lie, it makes life easier to swallow. And that’s what’s important—finding a way to get through the rough parts. Love is the Achilles heel of man. It’s something we can’t help pursuing even if it ends in heartache, even if it is an endless pursuit of happiness. Shakespeare, Jane Austen—they got it.”
Andi sat in silence. The sadness in his eyes shot clear through her heart like an arrow, and her mind raced through his books, trying to piece together what she was missing, what piece of heartbreak had been embedded between the pages that explained the way he felt now.
“You think I’m wrong?” he asked, breaking through her thoughts.
She wanted to argue with him, to come up with a line that would disprove everything he had just said about love, but she had none, so she said what she felt instead. “I think a world without true love is a world without hope, one I don’t want to be a part of. So, I choose to believe, whether it’s real or not.”
She saw it. The flash in his eyes, a glimmer of something unexplained as his molten gaze met hers, pinning her to her seat. She caught her breath, unable to look away, the blood humming in her veins. In that moment, nothing and no one else existed. It was just him and her and the intimate conversation between them.
He placed his hand over hers and leaned into the table. “Andi?” he whispered.
Heart knocking against her ribs, her eyes flickered to his mouth and the hard contours of his jaw. He had shared so much of himself with her. This broken, brilliant man. Maybe all he needed was a little hope?
He reached out, cupping the side of her face. She’d never wanted anything as much as she wanted to kiss him in that moment. The warmth of his palm burned through her skin, and the feel of him exploded all thought, scattering it to the far corners of her mind. She curled her fingers around his and leaned closer. She could hear the soft sound of his breathing.
All she had to do was close her eyes. Move just a bit closer…

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En esta ocasión el sorteo es solo para EE.UU. (es todo swag del libro), pero os comento que si os interesa el libro, hoy está a 0.99 en formato digital. Yo imagino que aprovecharé la oferta, y si conocéis a alguien de US, o vivís allí, y os interesa lo que se sortea no dudéis en participar (a mí es que los sorteos de swag no suelen interesarme, a menos que sean marcapáginas, tengo debilidad por los marcapáginas XD).

¿Qué os ha parecido el libro? ¿Lo conocíais?

¡Nos leemos!

.:: Book Blitz ::. Ex-Factor + Sorteo

¡Holis! ♥

Hoy iba a publicar un Top Ten Tuesday, pero al final no sé si lo haré. Tal vez más tarde, quién sabe. Por el momento os dejo con este nuevo libro, espero que no os canséis de esta sección XD

Título: Ex Factor
Saga: The Diamond Girls #1
Autora: Elisa Dane
Fecha de publicación: 22 de abril del 2014

Sinopsis

Nevaeh Evan’s life is uprooted after her father’s death, when she moves in with her aunt and cousin, Livvie. Her plan to lay low at her new high school isn’t working. Her friend’s jerky boyfriend keeps asking her out, the guy she likes treats her like garbage, and the thought of tumbling again makes her want to hurl.

So when her aunt pushes her into joining the elite X-FACTOR cheer leading squad, Nevaeh goes along with it. But Nev feels she doesn’t deserve to be happy. Not after what happened the night her father died.

Bodie Scott knows about grief all too well. Critically injured in an alcohol related accident the year before, Bodie struggles with the fact that he’ll never play football again, and he’s so far behind in credits he can’t see straight. That is, until he meets Nev. Haunted by their bloody pasts and wary of a shared future, Nev and Bodie turn to one another for comfort and support, and realize they’re not so alone after all. And when the party scene at school threatens the life of a loved one, the two stop at nothing to keep the past from repeating itself.

La vida de Nevaeh Evan se viene abajo tras la muerte de su padre, cuando se muda con su tía y su prima Livvie. Su plan de pasar desapercibida en su nuevo instituto no está dando resultado. El imbécil del novio de su amiga no deja de tirarle los tejos, el chico que le gusta le trata como basura, y la idea de volver a caer le da ganas de gritar.

Así que cuando su tía le insiste en entrar en el elitista grupo de animadoras X-Factor, Nevaeh se deja llevar. Pero Nev siente que no se merece ser feliz. No tras lo que ocurrió la noche posterior a la muerte de su padre.

Bodie Scott sabe muy bien lo que es el pesar. Tras resultar críticamente herido en un accidente relacionado con el alcohol el año anterior, Bodie lucha contra el echo de que nunca volverá a jugar a fútbol de nuevo, 

 

Información sobre la autora

I'm a lover of books (YA & Adult romance), chocolate, reality television, and am a proud mother to three All Star cheerleaders.

I write Contemporary YA romance with cheerleaders. Yep. I write what I know, and it's my hope that my stories will not only take you on a romantic journey that will warm your heart, but that you'll find a new respect and interest in the sport of Cheerleading you may not have had before.

Soy una amante de los libros (romance juvenil y adulto), del chocolate, de los reality-shows, y soy una orgullosa madre de tres animadoras All Star. 

Escribo sobre romance juvenil contemporáneo con animadoras. Sí. Escribo sobre lo que conozco, y espero que mis historias no solo te lleven en un romántico viaje que te alegrará el corazón, pero que además encontrarás un respeto y un interés hacia el deporte de animadoras  que posiblemente no tenías antes.

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Extracto

“Ahh... Mr. Scott!” My gaze automatically swept to the front of the classroom, Keltar’s loud, obnoxious voice almost impossible to ignore. “So good of you to grace us with your presence today. I trust you’ve learned something during your time away from school? Violence is never the answer, young man.” Frowning, the surly Santa wannabe begrudgingly swept a pink slip of paper from a tall, muscular boy dressed in dark clothing.
My heart jumped a little in my chest as I surveyed the colossal mass of male student at the front of the class. What the hell were the people of Indigo Falls feeding their sons? Some type of über growth hormone? Over half the guys in the school looked as though they belonged on the cover of a weightlifting magazine—chiseled, as if cut from granite. And what was that about violence, and time away from school? Had he gotten into a fight? From his size, he looked like someone who could deliver massive amounts of pain with ease.
The new guy stood in complete silence as Keltar continued on, delivering the same tired speech he’d given me upon entering the room. The same nervous feeling that had plagued me when I entered the school just a short time ago returned with a vengeance, and I caught myself struggling to breathe. What the hell? The new guy, whoever he was, had a bizarre effect on me, and to be honest, it was freaking me out a little. I mean, hell... I hadn’t even seen his face and I had butterflies whirling in my stomach. How was that possible? What kind of person had that type of effect on people?
He turned around then, and the answers to my unspoken questions all but slapped me upside the face.
Holy Mary, Mother of Pearl...
If boys were classified into two shades: light and dark, my Paper Thief, Eli would hover somewhere in the realm of ivory or beige. But this new guy was dark. We’re talking black down to the very pit of his soul type dark.
Ebony eyes void of emotion swept over the room before finally settling on his seat: the empty chair next to Erin. Short, dark hair hugged his skull, bringing attention to the chiseled line of his jaw. His features were strong, hard, and entirely masculine—beautiful. No joke, he looked like an avenging angel hell bent on mayhem and destruction. Bad. The boy was bad to the bone.
Heat scorched my neck and cheeks and my pulse ratcheted up another notch.
Electricity arced through the air as he neared the table, and the oxygen in the room seemed to thin even more. Incapable of speech or movement, I sat open-mouthed, gaping at him like an imbecilic fool. The black T-shirt he wore stretched across his broad chest like a second skin, and revealed a set of arms, one of which sported a wicked tribal tattoo. His gait was confident, yet lazy, and clearly shouted “I don’t give a fuck. I’m only here because I have to be, so stay the hell out of my way.”
Erin cleared her throat and cast me a knowing “Well, well, well. Look who thinks the bad boy is hot” smirk.
The boy’s most stand out feature was a jagged scar which ran from the center of his skull, down along the top of his left ear. It ended just below the left half of his jaw. The skin was thick, raised and silvery pink making it obvious that whatever trauma had placed it there hadn’t happened that long ago.
Heat scored the base of my skull, and I reached, as if on autopilot, for the fat, rigid bump that crawled across my hairline. How had he gotten his scar? A hundred different scenarios played out in my head, none of which included the circumstance that had earned me mine.

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Okaaaay. Ayer hubo algún cortocircuito extraño en el blog así que estoy resubiendo esta entrada... No me preguntéis por qué no se publicó ayer pero bueno. Este libro tiene pinta de ser uno más, pero la info de la autora me ha llamado mucho la atención. Que escriban sobre lo que conocen me parece algo fundamental.

¡Nos leemos!

.:: Book Blitz ::. Lore + Sorteo Amazon + Sorteo

¡Buenas tardes! ♥

Hoy vengo con un libro algo peculiar pero que a mí me llamó mucho la atención. A ver qué os parece a vosotros ^^

Título: Lore: Tales of Myth and Legend Retold
Autores: Brinda Berry, Karen Y. Bynum, Laura Diamond, Jayne A. Knolls, Theresa DaLayne, Cate Dean
Fecha de publicación: Marzo del 2014

Sinopsis

A collection of six folklore retellings that will claim your heart.

SHIMMER: A heartbroken boy rescues a mermaid... but is it too late to save her?

BETWEEN is about a girl, a genie, and a ton of bad decisions.

SUNSET MOON: Eloise doesn't believe in Native American magic--until the dreamcatcher spiders spin her down an unknown path.

THE MAKER: An incapacitated young man bent on revenge builds a creature to do it for him.

A BEAUTIFUL MOURNING: The story of a Maya goddess torn between duty and love, and the ultimate sacrifice she must make to achieve true happiness.

THE BARRICADES: When a human girl risks everything to save the life of an Eternal prince, will their feelings for each other change the world they know, or tear it apart?

Una colección de cuentos folklóricos reescritos por las autoras que atraparán tu corazón.

BRILLO: Un chico con el corazón roto salva a una sirena, pero... ¿es demasiado tarde para salvarla?

EN MEDIO: Habla de una chica, un genio y un montón de malas decisiones.

OCASO LUNAR: Eloise no cree en la magia nativo americana, hasta que las arañas atrapasueños la llevan por un camino desconocido.

EL CREADOR: Un joven incapacitado obsesionado con la venganza crea una criatura que lo haga por él.

UN BELLO LUTO: La historia de una diosa Maya que está dividida entre el deber y el amor, y el sacrificio definitivo que tendrá que tomar para conseguir la felicidad verdadera.

LAS BARRICADAS: Cuando una chica humana lo arriesga todo para salvar la vida de un príncipe Eterno, ¿cambiará lo que sienten el uno por el otro el mundo que conocen, o lo destruirá?


Extracto (Shimmer)

Draven Manning watched the naked female wade into the inky waters of the Gulf of Mexico.
Silent as a hermit crab, he sat on the sand hidden by tall sea oats and studied her petite body, long hair thickly draped to the waist. She held a backpack, an odd addition to her nakedness, which she dropped on the sand. He could have loudly cleared his throat or walked back up to the house. But he didn’t.
Not that he was a total creeper. She’d appeared from nowhere like some magical mist formed in a female shape. The wind lifted strands of her hair away from her body increasing the otherworldly feel of the scene.
He continued to watch and acknowledged that wishing he could see better or had binoculars did fall into creeper territory. His friends always talked about what a nice guy he was. Maybe he didn’t want to be a nice guy.
Being the nice guy had landed him here in this tiny Gulf Coast town with his dad for the summer. He had no choice, because he couldn’t stand to look at the people he’d trusted. They had betrayed him, and he’d pretended it was no big deal. He lowered his forehead to his bent knees and pulled air into his lungs. A deep exhale steadied the shaking. He was eighteen, not eight. It was time to man up. Move on with life. Forget what had happened and quit feeling sorry for himself.
For a week, he’d strolled the beach by himself. In the daylight hours, families cluttered the sand so he waited for nightfall. He always returned to this spot on the sand to sit and think. He could’ve sat on the deck with the same view, but that’s where his dad always sat and smoked cigars.
His dad would already be in bed at this hour.
The girl swam farther and farther out to sea. Her moonlight swim went beyond his seeing range. She was far enough out that he couldn’t tell if a glint on the water might be her head or a fish or a buoy. She had to be an excellent swimmer.
Clouds moved across the moon to dim his view of her even more. A gust of wind blew sand into his face. He jumped from his spot and ran, his bare feet pounding on the packed sand. He saw the crashing wave deliver her body to shoreline and teasingly pull her back. Why hadn’t he noticed that she was in trouble?
He stomped into the chilly ocean. “Shit.” His jeans sucked up the water and clung to his legs. “Shit, shit, shit.” Waves pushed against his thighs, whipping him off balance until he braced himself for the tide.
She floated face down with her hair billowing out in thin tentacles. He grabbed her upper arms, flipped her body, and pulled her to shore. Her lower body dragged in the sand, so he picked her up. She probably didn’t weigh much, but her limp body sagged as he carried her like a sleeping child.
Out from the tide’s reach, he placed her on the sand and pressed two fingers against her neck. Not dead. Not dead. Not dead. But not breathing, either. He couldn’t remember the steps. His heart slapped against his chest like paper caught in moving bicycle spokes. People learned CPR just in case. He never expected to actually need it. He squeezed his eyes shut, heard Coach Vorlosky’s calm instructions, visualized each step, and began chest compressions.
One push, two, three, four…one push a second how many times? Maybe thirty. He’d barely passed the test and wished he’d paid more attention. “You better not die. I’ve had a shitty week. Come on, come on.” Her head lolled to the side. He grabbed her chin, tilted her head back, pinched her nose, covered her mouth with his and blew.
He hovered above her mouth to see if she breathed. Strands of long, dark hair draped over her face. He brushed the hair out of the way and started again. On his fifth round of administering CPR, he glanced around for help, which wouldn’t happen at 2:00 a.m. on a deserted strip of beach in the middle of nowhere.
Her loud gasp, sounding like the reverse of a balloon losing air, startled him.
She turned her head to the side and coughed out water. “What…” She coughed again.”…do you think you’re doing?”
He barely heard her. The girl must be out of her mind, which would explain why she thought a night swim by herself was a good idea. “Saving you.”
“I didn’t need your help,” she muttered.
He scooted back on the sand several inches—his heart starting to slam again—and rubbed his face. Sand coated his hand and clung to his eyelashes. “Not the way I see it.” His voice sounded strangled and loud.
She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. Anger flashed in her eyes. “What’s your deal?”
“You weren’t breathing.” He wiped dripping water from his forehead with the back of his hand. “I was scared that you’d…never mind that thought. You’re alive.”
“Um hmm. Sure am. Back here on the shore whether I like it or not.” She was all hair and limbs with her arms wrapped around her knees.

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En esta ocasión no adjunto info sobre la autora porque son demasiadas, y se haría muy pesado. No sé qué os parecen las versiones de cuentos, a mí me parece que son muy interesantes. Algunos son mejores y otros peores, pero siempre se me hacen curiosos. Creo que en esta colección han escogido cuentos muy oportunos y que pueden ser interesantes.

¡Nos leemos!


Ganadores de los sorteos

¡Buenas tardes! ♥

Ya han finalizado los sorteos de algunos de los Book Blitz del blog ^^ Os he enviado a los ganadores un email preguntándoos en qué formato queréis el libro. Si no contestáis antes del 24 os lo haré llegar en epub, y si lo necesitáis en otro formato tendréis que convertirlo vosotros mismos (así que intentad contestad, porfis :D).

Los sorteos ya finalizados son los siguientes:


Si no habéis tenido suerte con estos, no desesperéis que todavía tenéis oportunidades :)

Actualmente en el blog hay otros sorteos en los que podéis ganar los siguientes libros, además de algunas tarjetas de regalo para Amazon:


El sorteo de The Romeo Club viene acompañado de una tarjeta de 10$, y en la entrada del sorteo de Meeting Mr. Wright encontraréis otro más para ganar 50$ para Amazon. ¿A qué esperáis para participar? Y estad atentos que en el futuro llegarán más Book Blitzes, con libros muy interesantes ♥

Reseña (210): El Verano de los Ángeles Oscuros. La Promesa

El Verano de los Ángeles Oscuros. La Promesa 1, Kristy Spencer & Tabitha Lee Spencer

Título original: Dark Angel's Summer. Das Vresprechen | Saga: 1/3
Autora: Kristy Spencer & Tabitha Lee Spencer | Páginas: 510 | Editorial: Libros de Seda
ISBN: 9788415854166

Un rancho abandonado plagado de recuerdos. Una bandada de pájaros misteriosos que lo sobrevuelan. Dos hermanas tan distintas como el día y la noche. Y un amor imposible.

Ha llegado el verano en el que tanto Dawna como Indie cumplen diecisiete años. Durante treinta y tres días las dos tienen la misma edad, una edad a la que, en su familia, la hermana pequeña siempre ha muerto. Así sucedió con la hermana pequeña de su abuelita y lo mismo con la de su bisabuela. Esos treinta y tres días resultan inquietantes: si bien las hermanas regresan a Whistling Wing, el que fuera hogar de la abuelita, algo ha cambiado. No todos sus habitantes son lo que parecen, los amigos y los enemigos se confunden con facilidad y una bandada de pájaros, cuyo número crece día a día, les infunde intranquilidad y temor.

Cuando Indie y Dawna se dan cuenta de lo que sucede en realidad, casi es demasiado tarde para ponerle remedio. ¿Podrán las dos hermanas detener la amenaza que se cierne sobre todos ellos? ¿Hasta dónde llegarán por amor? ¿Hasta dónde llegarías tú?


Antes incluso de empezar a escribir esta reseña sé que los que la leáis vais a pensar negativamente de este libro. Si soléis escribir reseñas, sabéis que algunas son complicadas: ¿cómo puedes hacer entender a tus lectores en unos pocos párrafos de que, aunque el libro no es totalmente horrible, lo recuerdas más por sus aspectos negativos? Supongo que como siempre me ocurre en estos casos, dará la sensación de ser más negativo de lo que es, pero como siempre, si os interesa leer el libro, no os dejéis llevar por mi opinión: puede que a vosotros os guste.

La trama a mí me llamaba mucho la atención. En principio os iba a poner la sinopsis que aparece en Goodreads, pero luego he buscado la de la contraportada. ¿Por qué? Pues porque en ella dice «Durante treinta y tres días las dos tienen la misma edad, una edad a la que, en su familia, la hermana pequeña siempre ha muerto». Esto es cierto, ¿cuál es el problema? Pues que de esto se habla en un par de páginas al final del libro y punto. También tenemos eso de que «No todos sus habitantes son lo que parecen, los amigos y los enemigos se confunden con facilidad», esto no sé de dónde se lo han sacado, porque dudas con respecto a los habitantes del pueblo en sí pocas hay. Así que nos encontramos ante una sinopsis para mi gusto algo engañosa.

.:: Book Blitz ::. Meeting Mr. Wright + Sorteo

¡Buenos días! ♥

¡Tchan, tchan tchaaan! Os traigo un Book Blitz, y os recuerdo que los anteriores están a punto de finalizar (los sorteos acaban el día 20 de abril), así que no olvidéis pasaros por ellos y apuntaros si aún no lo habéis hecho. Y por supuesto, hoy os enseñaré otro magnífico libro que tiene una pinta estupenda (yo ya me he comprado dos de los libros que os enseñé anteriormente jeje).

Título: Meeting Mr. Wright
Autora: Cassie Cross
Fecha de publicación: 17 de abril del 2014
Géneros: Contemporáneo, New Adult, Romance

Sinopsis:

Callie Kirkpatrick promised herself she’d never fall in love again.

After catching her boyfriend Ethan cheating on her, Callie decides to retire from the dating game at the ripe old age of twenty-four. Unfortunately for Callie, she’s going to have to see Ethan at her best friend’s upcoming wedding. Stranded in the airport during a weather delay on her way to the nuptials, Callie meets Nate Wright. He’s sexy and uncomplicated, and a one-night stand is just what the doctor ordered for a girl with a broken heart. Callie thinks she’ll never see Nate again —until he shows up at the wedding.

Nate is hell-bent on making Callie forget about her ex, and he makes her question whether she was ever really in love with Ethan at all. As she begins to fall for Nate, Callie wonders if promises were meant to be broken…

Callie Kirkpatrick se prometió no volver a enamorarse nunca más.

Tras pillar a su novio Ethan poniéndole los cuernos, Callie decide retirarse del juego de las citas a la avanzada edad de veinticuatro años. Desafortunadamente para ella, tendrá que ver a Ethan en la futura boda de su mejor amigo. De camino a la boda se ve atrapada en el aeropuerto a causa de un temporal y allí conoce a Nate Wright. Él es sexy y sin complicaciones, y un rollo de una noche es precisamente lo que el médico receta a las chicas con el corazón roto. Callie cree que nunca volverá a ver a Nate... hasta que aparece en la boda.

Nate está empeñado en conseguir que Callie se olvide de su ex, y le hace cuestionarse si realmente estuvo enamorada de él alguna vez. Mientras se va enamorando de Nate, Callie empieza a preguntarse si las promesas están hechas para romperse...


Información de la autora

Cassie Cross is a Maryland native and a romantic at heart, who lives outside of Baltimore with her two dogs and a closet full of shoes. Cassie's fondness for swoon-worthy men and strong women are the inspiration for most of her stories, and when she's not busy writing a book, you'll probably find her eating takeout and indulging in her love of 80′s sitcoms.

Cassie Cross es una nativa de Maryland y una romántica de corazón, que vive a las afueras de Baltimore con sus dos perros y un armario lleno de zapatos. Su afición por los hombres dignos de desmayarse y por las mujeres fuertes es lo que inspira la mayoría de sus historias. Cuando no está ocupada escribiendo un libro, lo más probable es que la encuentres comiendo comida para llevar o entregándose a su amor por las sitcoms de los 80.

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Extracto

I climb onto the bed, and it’s softer than I thought it would be. My knees sink into the featherbed as I crawl over to the other side, and I find that I’m glad that Ethan had tacky loud sex with his new girlfriend, because this mattress is much nicer than the one in my guest room. I try to tell myself that my comfort here has nothing to do with the fact that Nate’s so close. He pulls the covers up over me, and then his eyes meet mine, a tender smile on his face. His gaze lingers, and I get the feeling that there’s something he wants to say, but instead he just whispers “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
Nate’s fingertips slide along the duvet, and then he turns and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I turn onto my side and watch the shadows of his feet in the slit beneath the door. The whole bed smells like him, and I turn my head against the pillow and breathe in. It’s not cologne or anything you can buy, it’s some combination of clean and outdoorsy that’s uniquely him, and I want to bottle it so I can bring it home with me. Somehow I get the feeling that smell wouldn’t be nearly as attractive if Nate wasn’t around, but I push that thought down deep.
Nate walks out of the bathroom wearing a grey tee and navy blue shorts, and when he reaches over to turn out the light, I call his name.
“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to sleep down there,” I say, pursing my lips together as I pull the sheet back to make room for him to get in.
“Are you sure?”
I’m sure that this is probably a stupid move on my part. But I want him in this bed next to me, I can’t deny that.
“You’ve already been inside of me,” I say, trying to tease him. “Sharing a bed is nothing.”
When his eyes meet mine, my intended joke seems a little too serious. But Nate’s mouth quirks up in a half smile, and he climbs in anyway.
I’m on my side and he’s on his back, though I can tell he wants to turn toward me. Maybe because I’m in the bed or maybe because he always sleeps that way, I don’t know. He looks over at me and I grin, hoping he’ll understand that it’s okay for him to move. We’re being all awkward about this like a couple of teenagers; it’s kind of cute and definitely maddening. Finally he turns toward me, his eyes still locked with mine, and I can’t look away. I don’t want to. The moonlight shining through the window behind me casts the most beautiful light on his face. Bluish and kind of dreamy, like I’m in some kind of a haze. Nate smiles this comfortable, lazy smile, like there’s nowhere in the world he’d rather be than here in this bed with me.
“Are you going to be here when I wake up?” he asks.
It could’ve been a vindictive question, given the way I behaved the last time we were like this. But he asks it so softly that it sounds more like a wish than anything.
“Yes,” I whisper.

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.:: Book Blitz ::. Escorted + Sorteo

¡Buenos días! ♥

¿Lo echabais de menos? :P Pues aquí tenéis una nueva actualización de esta maravillosa sección. En esta ocasión se sortearán dos cosas: un ejemplar digital del libro y un ejemplar firmado. Por supuesto, hay más posibilidades de ganar en el digital XD así que si os interesa el libro por si acaso yo entraría en ambos.

Título: Escorted
Autora: Claire Kent
Saga: Escorted #1
Fecha de publicación: 15 de diciembre del 2012
Géneros: Erótica, Romance

Sinopsis

She hired him to take her virginity... but now she wants even more.

Lori might be a popular romance writer, but she's never been anything but a flop with sex and love in her personal life. Still a virgin at twenty-six and increasingly frustrated by her inexperience, she decides to take matters into her own hands. She hires a talented, sexy male escort to take care of her inconvenient virginity.

She assumes one time with Ander will be enough, but she never dreams how much pleasure he can make her feel. Once isn't nearly enough. Twice isn't enough either. Soon, she becomes one of his regular clients.

Lori knows that nothing would be as foolish as falling in love with her paid escort, but she's never been wise with her heart. And, despite his professionalism, he doesn't seem entirely immune either.

Ella lo contrató para que tomara su virginidad... pero ahora quiere más.

Puede que Lori sea una popular autora de romántica, pero pero su vida sexual y amorosa es un fracaso total. Siendo aún virgen a los veintiséis y frustrándose cada vez más por su inexperiencia, decide tomar cartas en el asunto. COntrata a un talentoso y sexy acompañante para que se encargue de su inconveniente virginidad.

Asume que hacerlo una vez con Ander será suficiente, pero no se imagina cuánto placer podría hacerle sentir. Una vez no es en absoluto suficiente. Y dos tampoco lo son. Pronto, se convierte en una de sus clientas habituales.

Lori sabe que nada sería más absurdo que enamorarse de un acompañante al que paga, pero ella nunca ha sido inteligente en los asuntos del corazón. Y, a pesar del profesionalismo, él tampoco parece del inmune.


Información de la autora


Claire has been writing romance novels since she was twelve years old. She has a PhD in British literature and, when she's not writing, she teaches English at the university level.

She also writes contemporary romance under the penname Noelle Adams.

Claire lleva escribiendo novelas románticas desde los doce años. Tiene un Doctorado en literatura británica y, cuando no está escribiendo, enseña inglés a nivel universitario.

También escribe romántica contemporánea bajo el seudónimo de Noelle Adams.

Author's links

Extracto

Ander was silent for a minute, sitting perfectly still in his chair. Then he cleared his throat. “Did you want to proceed with our engagement tonight?”
She stared at him, wondering what had happened, why he had turned into this poised, detached stranger instead of the Ander she’d known for the last few months. He’d never been emotional or open or vulnerable, but he’d seemed real. In a way he didn’t tonight.
“Well?” he prompted, raising his eyebrows again. “I would have guessed you weren’t in the mood, but maybe my charms are simply too irresistible.”
Then he smiled at her. That smile she couldn’t stand.
“What’s wrong with you?” she snarled, nearly snapping her teeth with frustration.
Ander blinked, the smile fading abruptly. “Excuse me?”
“Why are you acting this way tonight? Totally fake.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lori. We were having a conversation. Obviously, I behave differently when I talk than I do when I provide other servic—”
“Don’t give me that crap. That’s not what I’m talking about. You’re not acting like yourself. You’re all cold and...and fake.”
“I am myself. This is me.” He met her eyes with a look that was almost a challenge.
“No, it’s not. I mean, this isn’t how you’ve been with me before. And I don’t like it.” She stuck out her chin and glared at him, wishing he’d just break down and get mad at her like a normal person.
“My apologies.” He stood up and picked up his case. “In that case, I’ll just—”
Lori stood up too with a gasp. “I didn’t say you should go. I just wanted you to act like yourself again.”
Ander shook his head and started to walk toward the door, still perfectly polite, perfectly cool. “Obviously, this isn’t what you want anymore. I think it’s best if we just call it off. I wish you the best.”
And then the bastard just walked out the door.
Lori had been expecting an argument. She’d actually kind of wanted an argument—since then at least Ander would have been genuine. She certainly hadn’t expected him to just leave.
She suddenly realized that she didn’t want him to leave. She wasn’t ready for this to end yet.
She went after him, catching him just as he stepped onto the elevator. She made it onto the elevator too before the doors slid shut.
“Why are you leaving?” she demanded, glaring at him heatedly. “You’re acting like a jerk. We were having a conversation. There’s no reason for you to walk out on me.”
He lifted the eyebrows again. “The conversation was going nowhere. I understand that you feel uncomfortable about seeing me when you were with your boyfriend Saturday night. It’s perfectly natural. And you needn’t feel any guilt about discontinuing my services.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she snapped, beginning with the most irrelevant of her objections. “And none of that is the point. You’re not acting like yourself. That’s all I wanted.”
“Lori, you’re presuming too much.” He wasn’t looking at her now. He’d pressed the button for the ground floor and was staring at the numbers light up as the elevator started to descend. His voice was still cool and controlled, but his jaw and shoulders had tensed. “We’ve never had a personal relationship.”

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Como ya os he dicho, en la opción digital hay más posibilidades de ganar (cada blog que participa en el BB hace un sorteo de uno, después de todo, y en de los 10 ejemplares es para todos los blogs ^^), así que si tenéis ganas de leerlo ¡intentad ganar en ambos! Quién sabe, igual ganáis por partida doble jajaja

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