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Book Blitz | Ex-Factor + Sorteo

martes, 22 de abril de 2014
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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


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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“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!

1 comentario:

  1. esta libro suena buenisimo, encerio gracias por ayudarme a sumar un libro mas a mi lista<3


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