viernes, 30 de octubre de 2009
La novata vampira Zoey Redbird consigue adaptarse a la escuela de vampiros la Casa de la Noche. Por fin se siente como en casa, e incluso es elegida como líder de las Hijas Oscuras. Y lo mejor de todo, se echa un novio… o dos. Pero entonces ocurre lo impensable: aparecen asesinados algunos adolescentes humanos cercanos a ella, y todas las pruebas apuntan a la Casa de la Noche. Zoey comienza a darse cuenta, mientras el peligro acecha a los humanos de su antigua vida, que los mismos poderes que la hacen única pueden a la vez suponer una amenaza para aquellos a los que ama. Entonces, cuando más necesita a sus nuevos amigos, la muerte golpea la Casa de la Noche y Zoey tiene que enfrentarse con coraje a una traición que puede partirle el corazón, el alma y hacer tambalearse todo su mundo. Traicionada tiene emocion suspenso y hasta una que otra lagrima.
Después de ser «marcada», la joven Zoey Redbird se une a La Casa de la Noche, una escuela donde se entrenará para convertirse en un vampiro adulto. Eso, si consigue superar el Cambio; y no todos los marcados lo logran. Es un rollo comenzar una nueva vida, en especial lejos de sus amigos. Además Zoey no es la típica iniciada. La diosa vampira Nyx la ha elegido como alguien especial. Pero no es la única iniciada de La Casa de la Noche con poderes especiales. Cuando descubre que la líder de las Hermanas Oscuras, el grupo de élite de la escuela, abusa de los dones concedidos por la diosa, Zoey debe buscar en su interior el valor para abrazar su destino... Con algo de ayuda de sus nuevos amigos vampiros.
Marcada es una novela de romance paranormal y fantástico.
martes, 27 de octubre de 2009
aqui les dejamos uan probadita de TEMPTED disfrutenlo...!!!!!!
The night sky over Tulsa was alight with a magical crescent moon. Its
brilliance made the ice that coated the city, and the Benedictine Abbey
where we’d just had our showdown with a fallen immortal and a
rogue High Priestess, shimmer so that everything around me seemed
touched by our Goddess. I looked at the moonlight-bathed circle
that stood in front of Mary’s Grotto, the place of power where not
long ago Spirit, Blood, Earth, Humanity, and Night had been personified
and then had joined to triumph over hatred and darkness.
The carved image of Mary, surrounded by stone roses and nestled
within a ledge high in the grotto, appeared to be a beacon for the silver
light. I stared at the statue. Mary’s expression was serene; her ice covered
cheeks glistened as if she wept in quiet joy.
My gaze lifted to the sky. Thank you. I sent a silent prayer up to the
beautiful crescent that symbolized my Goddess, Nyx. We’re alive.
Kalona and Neferet are gone.
“Thank you,” I whispered to the moon.
Listen within . . .
The words swept through me, subtle and sweet like leaves touched
by a summer breeze, brushing my consciousness so lightly that my
waking mind barely registered them, yet Nyx’s whispered command
imprinted itself into my soul.
I was vaguely aware that there were a lot of people (well, nuns,
fledglings, and a few vampyres) around me. I could hear the mixture
of shouting, talking, crying, and even laughing that filled the night,
but it all felt distant. At that moment the only things that were real to
me were the moon above and the scar that sliced from one shoulder
all the way across my chest to the other shoulder. It tingled in response
to my silent prayer, but it wasn’t a tingle of pain. Not really. It
was a familiar warm, prickling sensation that assured me Nyx had,
once again, Marked me as hers. I knew if I peeked under the neck of
my shirt I would find a new tattoo decorating that long, angrylooking
scar with an exotic filigree of sapphire—a sign that proved I
was following my Goddess’s path.
“Erik and Heath, find Stevie Rae, Johnny B, and Dallas—then
check the perimeter of the abbey to be certain all the Raven Mockers
fled with Kalona and Neferet!” Darius shouted the command, snapping
me out of my warm, fuzzy prayer mode, and once I’d been
shocked out, it was like an iPod had been cranked too high as sound
and confusion flooded my senses.
“But Heath’s a human. A Raven Mocker could kill him in a second.”
The words burst from my mouth before I could clamp it shut,
proving beyond all doubt that being moonstruck wasn’t my only
Predictably, Heath puffed up like a cat-smacked toad.
“Zo, I’m not a damn pussy!”
Erik, looking very tall and full-grown, kick-your-butt vampyre-like,
snorted sarcastically and then said, “No, you’re a damn human.
Wait, that does make you a pussy!”
“So, we defeat the big baddies and inside five minutes Erik and
Heath are banging their chests at each other. How totally predictable,”
Aphrodite said with her patented sarcastic sneer as she joined
Darius, but her expression completely changed when she turned her
attention to the Son of Erebus Warrior. “Hey there, Hotness. You doing
“You need not worry about me,” Darius said. His eyes met hers,
and they practically telegraphed the chemistry between them, but
instead of going to her like he usually would and doing some very
gross kissing, he remained focused on Stark.
Aphrodite’s gaze went from Darius to Stark. “Okay, eew. Your
chest is totally crispy crittered.”
James Stark was standing between Darius and Erik. Okay, well,
standing wasn’t exactly what he was doing. Stark was swaying and
looking extremely unsteady.
Ignoring Aphrodite, Erik spoke up. “Darius, you should probably
get Stark inside. I’ll coordinate the reconnoitering with Stevie Rae
and make sure everything runs smoothly out here.” His words seemed
okay, but his tone was all I’m-the-big-guy-in-charge, and when he followed
up with a condescending “I’ll even let Heath help out,” he really
sounded like a pompous butt.
“You’ll let me help out?” Heath snapped. “Your mom will let me
“Hey, which one of them is supposed to be your boyfriend?” Stark
asked me. Even in the terrible shape he was in, he caught my glance
with his. His voice was scratchy, and he sounded scarily weak, but
his eyes sparkled with humor.
“I am!” Heath and Erik said together.
“Oh, for crap’s sake, Zoey, they’re both idiots!” Aphrodite said.
Stark started to chuckle, which turned to a cough, which changed
again to a painful gasp. His eyes rolled back and, like a slinky, he collapsed.
Moving with the quickness that came naturally to a Son of Erebus
Warrior, Darius caught Stark before he hit the ground. “I need to get
him inside,” Darius said.
I felt like my head was going to explode. Sagging in Darius’s arms,
Stark looked well on his way to being dead. “I-I don’t even know
where the infirmary is,” I stuttered.
“Not a problem. I’ll get a penguin to show us,” Aphrodite said.
“Hey, you, nun!” she yelled at one of the nearby black-and-white–clad
sisters who had scurried out of the abbey after the night had gone from
battle chaos to aftermath chaos.
Darius hurried after the nun, with Aphrodite following him. The
warrior glanced over his shoulder at me. “Aren’t you coming with us,
“As soon as I can.” Before I could deal with Erik and Heath, from
behind me a familiar twang saved the day.
“Go on with Darius and Aphrodite, Z. I’ll take care of Dumb and
Dumber and be sure there’s no booger monsters left out here.”
“Stevie Rae, you are the Best Friend of All Best Friends.” I turned
and hugged her quickly, loving how reassuringly solid and normal
she felt. Actually, she seemed so normal that I got a weird twinge
when she stepped back and grinned at me and I saw, as if for the first
time, the scarlet tattoos that spread out from the filled-in crescent in
the middle of her forehead and down either side of her face. A sliver
of unease threaded through me.
Misunderstanding my hesitation, she said, “Don’t worry about these
two dorks. I’m gettin’ used to jerking them apart.” When I just stood
there staring at her, the bright smile she’d been wearing dimmed.
“Hey, you know your grandma’s okay, right? Kramisha got her back
inside right after Kalona was banished and Sister Mary Angela just
told me she was goin’ inside to check on her.”
“Yeah, I remember Kramisha helping her into the wheelchair. I’m
just . . .” My voice trailed off. I was just what? How could I put into
words that I was haunted by a feeling that everything wasn’t right
with my best friend and the group of kids she’d allied herself with,
and how do I say that to my best friend?
“You’re just tired and worried ’bout a bunch of stuff ,” Stevie Rae
Was that understanding I saw flicker through her eyes? Or was it
something else, something darker?
“I get it, Z, and I’ll take care of things out here. You just be sure
Stark’s okay.” She hugged me again, and then gave me a little push in
the direction of the abbey.
“'Kay. Thanks,” I said lamely, starting toward the abbey and totally
ignoring the two dorks who were standing there staring at me.
Stevie Rae called after me, “Hey, remind Darius or someone to
keep an eye on the time. It’s only about an hour until sunrise, and
you know me and all the red fledglings gotta be inside out of the sun
“Yeah, no problem. I’ll remember,” I said.
The problem was it was getting harder and harder for me to forget
Stevie Rae wasn’t what she used to be.
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Hoy sale tempted a la venta en los Estados Unidos! Finalmente se podrá saber un poco más de esta saga que nos ha fascinado a todos! Esperamos que no tarde mucho en llegar a nuestro país, al menos, ya falt a poco para saber cuales nuevos retos hay para nuestra Gran Sacerdotiza. Merry Meet a todos!
miércoles, 14 de octubre de 2009