domingo, 31 de julio de 2011 | By: LAUBOOKS

Cita Bloodlines por Adrian


"Pareces confundido" dijo Adrian.
Negué con la cabeza y suspiré. "Creo que estoy pensando demasiado las cosas."
Él asintió con aire de gravedad. "Por eso yo intento no hacerlo nunca."

"No, gracias," dijo Adrian. "Estas manos no se manchan con peleas"

Traducción de tomada de  Libros Mania
viernes, 29 de julio de 2011 | By: LAUBOOKS

Citas Bloodlines


  1. Ella era ahora la princesa perfecta, con su leal caballero esperando a servir.
  2. "Se necesitan muchos intentos antes de llegar a la perfección" Paró para reconsiderarlo. "Bueno, exceptuando a mis padres. Ellos lo consiguieron a la primera." No pude evitar una sonrisa. Después de ver el humor  de Adrian oscilar tan salvajemente en las últimas dos semanas, era bueno verlo arriba.
miércoles, 27 de julio de 2011 | By: LAUBOOKS

Teaser de Miercoles por Eddie



QUE PIENSAN??, Yo creo que se lo dice a Jill. A ella le gusta la pelea,jaja, 
pero como todos saben si le pasa algo Adios Lissa como reina. 
Por lo tanto tal vez le asignaron a nuestro querido Eddie.
martes, 26 de julio de 2011 | By: LAUBOOKS

Primer Capitulo de Succubus Revelead en ESPAÑOL

HOLA CHICAS POR FIN TENEMOS LA TRADUCCIÓN DEL PRIMER CAPITULO DE SUCCUBUS REVEALED TODO GRACIAS AL TRABAJO DE AURIN, LO PUEDEN LEER EN :                                                                                                                                        ESTA BUENÍSIMO!!!                                                                                                          FALTA SOLO UN MES PARA SABER EL FINAL DE ESTA INCREÍBLE HISTORIA, ¿GEORGINA TENDRA SU FINAL FELIZ? NO LO SABREMOS, PERO OJALA ASÍ SEA.
lunes, 25 de julio de 2011 | By: LAUBOOKS

Segundo Teaser Bloodlines Por Dimitri español

Como ven este es el Teaser por Dimitri, No se sí es que yo no lo entiendo, pero que estan diciendo que ya no sepamos en este adelanto, que es lo que quieren decir que engañaron a Adrian?????? No lo entiendo a la perfeccion. Dejen sus comentarios que les parecio
viernes, 22 de julio de 2011 | By: LAUBOOKS

Escena Sexo Por JZB ESPAÑOL


MI OPINION : (Creo que sería mejor llamarlo impresiones)

  • KMM es una Genio, es increíble como enlaza la historia con el primer Libro.
  • BARRONS de miedo realmente, nunca sabremos que hay dentro de el.
"Restaurar significa regresar una cosa que fue dañada. La mía no lo fue. Hago lo que deseo. Y para que conste (vayase a la mierda, Sra. Moning) Barrons no es mi nombre real. Pero usted puede seguir llamándome asi. Por ahora"  Tomado del foro purple rose
  • ¿REALIDAD O NO?, Como siempre JZB sera un misterio.
  • Si yo tuveira SEXO con BARRONS definitivamente seria un recuerdo que me haría sonreir hasta que muera. 

"¿Cree que cuando sea vieja y la muerte se acerque, el sexo en un callejón oscuro conmigo será el recuerdo que le haga sonreír y sentirse extraordinaria: como muchos cobardes, que una vez que bailaron en la cuerda floja por encima del Gran Cañón, fue un éxtasis, sobrevivieron, y existieron solo por esos malditos momentos de su vida."Tomado del foro purple rose
  • BARRONS no se porque te amamos, si eres una mierda, pero así lo niegues MAC se te metió en la piel desde la primera vez  y agito tu tan malditamente planeado mundo.

"Se aferra a cinco simples palabras que pronuncie una vez: “You’re leaving me, Rainbow Girl.”("Tú eres la que me deja, Chica Arco Iris.") Usted les infunde tanto significado, tanto potencial como promesa. Recuerde lo que dijo Fio. Las mujeres han estado repitiendo el mismo error desde siempre: caen por creer en el potencial de un hombre. Rara vez vemos las cosas de la misma forma, y aún más raramente nos preocupamos por lo mismo." Tomado del foro purple rose
jueves, 21 de julio de 2011 | By: LAUBOOKS

Primer Capitulo de Succubus Revelead Y Escena de Sexo por JZB

Hoy definitivamente es un día de revelaciones ya que tenemos el primer capitulo del ultimo libro dela Saga de Georgina Kincaid Succubus Revelead y la escena de sexo Narrada por JZB que Karen Marie Moning nos prometió hace semanas. Están en Ingles por el momento pero esperemos que estén traducidas para el fin de semana cuando lo encuentre les dejare el link.




This wasn’t the first time I’d worn a foil dress.  It was, however, the first time I’d done so in a family-friendly setting.
Santa’s voice rang out above the mall crowd, and I hurried away from where I’d been corralling a group of Burberry-clad kids.  It wasn’t actually Santa Claus calling me, of course.  The man sitting in the holly-and-light bedecked gazebo was named Walter something-or-other, but he asked that those of us working as his “elves” refer to him as Santa at all times.  Conversely, he had christened all of us with either reindeer or Seven Dwarves names.  He took this job very seriously and said the names helped him stay in character.  If we questioned that, he’d start regaling us with tales of his extensive career as a Shakespearean actor, one that he claimed had come to an end because of his age.  We elves had our own ideas about what might have cut his career short.
“Santa needs another drink,” he told me in a stage whisper, once I reached his side.  “Grumpy won’t get me one.”  He inclined his head toward another woman dressed in a green foil dress.  She was holding back a squirming boy while Santa and I conducted our conversation.  I met her pained expression and then glanced down at my watch.
“Well, Santa,” I said, “that’s because it’s only been an hour since the last one.  You know the deal: one shot in your coffee every three hours.”
“We made that deal a week ago!” he hissed.  “Before the crowds picked up.  You have no idea what Santa endures.”  I didn’t know if it was part of his acting method or just a personality quirk, but he also referred to himself in the third person a lot.  “A girl just asked for SAT scores good enough to get her into Yale.  I think she was nine.”
I spared him a moment’s sympathy.  The mall we were earning holiday pay at was in one of Seattle’s more affluent suburbs, and the requests he got sometimes went beyond footballs and ponies.  The kids also tended to be better dressed than me (when I wasn’t in elf-ware), which was no small feat.
“Sorry,” I said.  Tradition or not, I sometimes thought putting children on an old guy’s lap was already creepy enough.  We didn’t need to mix alcohol into it.  “The deal stands.”
“Santa can’t take much more of this!”
“Santa’s got four hours left of his shift,” I pointed out.
“I wish Comet was still here,” he said petulantly.  “She was much more lenient with the drinks.”
“Yes.  And I’m sure she’s drinking alone right now, seeing as she’s unemployed.”  Comet, a former elf, had been generous with Santa’s shots and also partaken of them herself.  Since she was half his weight, though, she hadn’t held her liquor as well and had lost her job when mall officials caught her taking off her clothes in the Sharper Image.  I gave a curt nod to Grumpy.  “Go ahead.”
The little boy hurried forward and climbed onto Santa’s lap.  To his credit, Santa switched into character and didn’t pester me (or the boy) further about a drink.  “Ho ho ho!  What would you like for this non-denominational winter holiday season?”  He even affected a slight British accent, which wasn’t really necessary for the role but certainly made him seem more authoritative.
The boy regarded Santa solemnly.  “I want my dad to move back home.”
“Is that your father?” asked Santa, looking toward a couple standing near Grumpy.  The woman was pretty and blond, with the look of someone in her 30s who’d been pre-emptively hitting the Botox.  If the guy she was plastered all over was old enough to be out of college, I would have been very surprised.
“No,” said the boy.  “That’s my mom and her friend Roger.”
Santa was silent for a few moments.  “Is there anything else you’d like?”
I left them to it and returned to my post near the line’s start.  Evening was wearing on, increasing the number of families turning out. Unlike Santa’s, my shift ended in less than an hour.  I could get in a little shopping time and miss the worst of the commuting traffic.  As an official mall employee, I got a considerable discount, which made drunken Santas and foil dresses that much easier to bear.  One of the greatest things about the happiest time of the year was that all the department stores had extensive cosmetics and fragrance gift sets out right now, gift sets that desperately needed a home in my bathroom.
My dreams of sugar plums and Christian Dior were interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice.  I turned and felt my heart sink as I met the eyes of a pretty middle-aged woman with cropped hair.
“Janice, hey.  How’s it going?”
My former co-worker returned my stiff smile with a puzzled one.  “Fine.  I…I didn’t expect to see you here.”
I also hadn’t expected to be seen here.  It was one of the reasons I’d chosen to work outside the city, to specifically avoid anyone from my old job.  “Likewise.  Don’t you live in Northgate?”  I tried not to make it sound like an accusation.
She nodded and rested her hand on the shoulder of a small, dark-haired girl.  “We do, but my sister lives over here, and we thought we’d visit her after Alicia talks to Santa.”
“I see,” I said, feeling mortified.  Wonderful.  Janice was going to go back to Emerald City Books and Café and tell everyone that she’d spotted me dressed as an elf.  Not that that could make things worse, I supposed.  Everyone there already thought I was the Whore of Babylon.  It was why I’d quit a few weeks ago.  What was an elf dress on top of that?
“Is this Santa any good?” asked Alicia impatiently.  “The one I saw last year didn’t get me what I wanted.”
Over the buzzing of the crowd, I just barely heard Santa saying, “Well, Jessica, there’s not much Santa can do about interest rates.”  I turned back to Alicia.
“It kind of depends on what you want,” I said.
“How did you end up here?” asked Janice, with a small frown.
She actually sounded concerned, which I supposed was better than her gloating.  I had a feeling there were a number of people at the bookstore who would have loved the idea of me suffering—not that this job was so bad.
“Well, this is just temporary, obviously,” I explained.  “It gives me something to do while I interview for others, and I get a mall discount.  And really, it’s just another form of customer service.”  I was trying hard not to sound defensive or desperate, but with each word, the intensity of how much I missed my old job hit me more and more.
“Oh, good,” she said, looking slightly relieved.  “I’m sure you’ll find something soon.  Looks like the line’s moving.”
“Wait, Janice?”  I caught hold of her arm before she could walk away.  “How…how’s Doug?”
I’d left behind a lot of things at Emerald City: a position of power, a warm atmosphere, unlimited books and coffee…  But as much as I missed all of those things, I didn’t miss them as much as I missed a single person: my friend Doug Sato.  He, more than anything, was what had spurred me to leave.  I hadn’t been able to handle working with him anymore.  It had been terrible, seeing someone I care about so much regard me with such contempt and disappointment.  I’d had to get away from that and felt I’d made the right choice, but it was still hard losing someone who’d been a part of my life for the last five years.
Janice’s smile returned.  Doug had that effect on people.  “Oh, you know.  He’s Doug.  The same, wacky Doug.  Band’s going strong. And I think he might get your job.  Er, your old job.  They’re interviewing for it.”  Her smile faded, as though she suddenly realized that might cause me discomfort.  It didn’t.  Not much.
“That’s great,” I said.  “I’m happy for him.”
She nodded and told me goodbye before hurrying forward in line.  Behind her, a family of four paused in their frantic texting on identical cell phones to glare at me for the hold-up.  A moment later, they hunched back down again, no doubt telling all their Twitter friends about every inane detail of their holiday mall experience.
I put on a cheery smile that didn’t reflect what I felt inside and continued helping with the line until Sneezy, my replacement, showed up. I got him up to speed on Santa’s drinking schedule and then abandoned the holiday nexus for the mall’s back offices.  Once inside a bathroom, I shape-shifted out of the foil dress, trading it for a much more tasteful sweater and jeans combo.  I even made the sweater blue so that there would be no confusion.  I was off the holiday clock.
Of course, as I walked back through the mall, I couldn’t help but notice I was never off the clock for my main job: being a succubus in the illustrious service of Hell.  Centuries of corruption and seduction of souls had given me a sixth sense for spotting those most vulnerable to my charms.  The holidays, while ostensibly being a time of cheer, also tended to bring out the worst in people.  I could spot the desperation everywhere—those hoping to frantically find the perfect gifts to win over the ones they loved, those dissatisfied with their ability to provide for their loved ones, those dragged along on shopping trips to create a “perfect” holiday experience they had no interest in…  Yes, it was everywhere if you knew how to look for it: that sorrow and frustration tucked in amongst the joy.  Those were exactly the kinds of souls that were ripe for the taking.  I could have picked off any number of guys if I wanted to tonight and taken care of my quota for the week.

My brief exchange with Janice had left me feeling strange, however, and I couldn’t muster the energy to go strike up conversation with some discontent suburban businessman.  Instead, I consoled myself with impulse purchases for myself and even found a couple of much-needed gifts for others, proving that I wasn’t totally and completely selfish.  By the time I left, I felt confident traffic had died down and would give me an easy drive back to the city.  As I walked past the center of the mall, I heard Santa ho-ho-ho-ing loudly while waving his arms boisterously around, much to the terror of a small child on his lap.  My guess was that someone had cracked and broken the drinking rule.
On the way home, I noticed I had three voice mail messages, all from my friend Peter.  Before I could even attempt to listen to them, the phone rang.
“Where are you?”  Peter’s frantic voice filled up the small space of my Passat.
“In my car.  Where are you?”
“At my apartment.  Where else?  Everyone’s here!”
“Everyone?  What are you talking about?”
“Did you forget?  Damn it, Georgina.  You were a lot more punctual when you were unhappy and single.”
I ignored the jab and scanned through my mental calendar.  Peter was one of my best friends.  He was also a neurotic, obsessive compulsive vampire who loved hosting dinners and parties.  He usually managed to throw something together at least once a week, never for the same reason, so it was easy to lose track.
“It’s fondue night,” I said at last, proud of myself for remembering.
“Yes!  And the cheese is getting cold.  I’m not made of Sterno, you know.”
“Why didn’t you just start eating?”
“Because we’re civilized.”
“Debatable.”  I pondered whether I wanted to go or not.  Part of me really just wanted to get home and snuggle with Seth, but I had a feeling he’d be working.  I likely couldn’t expect snuggling for a while, whereas I could appease Peter right now.  “Fine.  Start without me, and I’ll be there soon.  I’m just getting off the bridge now.”  Wistfully, I drove past Seth’s exit and instead set my sights on the one that would take me to Peter’s place.
“Did you remember to bring wine?” he asked.
“Peter, until a minute ago, I didn’t even remember I was supposed to be at your place.  Do you really need wine?”  I’d seen Peter’s wine cabinet.  On any given day, he had a dozen each of reds and whites, both domestic and international.
“I don’t want to run out of the good stuff,” he said.
“I seriously doubt you’re going to—wait.  Is Carter there?”
“Okay.  I’ll pick up some wine.”
I showed up at his apartment ten minutes later.  His roommate and apprentice, Cody, opened the door and gave me a broad, fang-filled smile.  Light, music, and the scent of fondue and potpourri washed over me.  Their home put Santa’s gazebo to shame and had Christmas decorations filling every square inch.  And not just Christmas ones.
“Since when do you guys have a menorah?” I asked Cody.  “Neither of you are Jewish.”
“Well, we’re not Christian either,” he pointed out, leading me toward the dining room.  “Peter wanted to take a multicultural slant this year.  The guestroom is all done in Kwanza decorations, if you know someone looking for a truly tacky overnight experience.”
“It is not tacky!”  Peter stood up from a table where our other immortal friends sat around two tubs of melted cheese.  “I can’t believe you’re so insensitive to other people’s religious views.  Jesus Christ!  Is that boxed wine?”
“You said you wanted wine,” I reminded him.
“I wanted good wine.  Please tell me it’s not blush.”
“Of course it’s blush.  And you didn’t tell me to bring good wine.  You said you were worried Carter would drink all your good wine. So I brought this for him instead.  Your wine is safe.”
At the mention of his name, the only heavenly creature in the room looked up.  “Sweet,” he said, accepting the box from me.  “Santa’s little helper delivers.”  He opened up the box’s dispenser and looked at Peter expectantly.  “Do you have a straw?”
I sat in an empty seat beside my boss, Jerome, who was contentedly dipping a piece of bread in molten cheddar.  He was the archdemon of all of Seattle and chose to walk the earth looking like a circa 1990 John Cusack, which made it easy to forget his true nature sometimes.  Fortunately, his brimstone personality always came out the instant he opened his mouth.  “You’re here less than a minute, Georgie, and already you’ve made this get-together 50% less classy.”
“You guys are eating fondue on a Tuesday night,” I retorted.  “You were well on your way without me.”
Peter had settled himself back down and was trying to appear calm.  “Fondue is very classy.  It’s all in the presentation.  Hey!  Where’d you get that?”
Carter had set the wine box on his lap, dispenser on top, and was now drinking from it with an enormous straw that I suspected had been literally conjured from thin air.
“At least he’s not doing that with a bottle of Pinot Noir,” I told Peter good-naturedly.  I helped myself to a fondue fork and speared a piece of apple.  On the other side of Jerome, Hugh busily typed away on his phone’s keyboard, reminding me of the family at the mall. “Telling the world about this low-brow party?” I teased.  Hugh was an imp, a type of hellish administrative assistant, so he could have actually been buying or selling souls via his phone for all I knew.
“Of course,” said Hugh, not looking up.  “I’m updating Facebook.  Do you know why Roman won’t answer my friend request?”
“No clue,” I said.  “I’ve barely spoken to him in days.”
“When I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight,” Peter explained.  “But that we should go ahead and draw for him.”
“Draw?” I asked uneasily.  “Oh lord.  Tell me it’s not Pictionary night too.”
Peter sighed wearily.  “Draw for Secret Santas.  Do you even read the emails I send?”
“Secret Santas?  Seems like we just did that,” I said.
“Yeah, a year ago,” said Peter.  “Just like we do every Christmas.”
I glanced over at Carter who was quietly drinking his wine.  “Did you lose my hat?  You look like you could use one.”  The angel’s chin-length blond hair was even more unkempt than usual.
“Tell us what you really think, Georgina,” he replied.  He ran a hand over his hair, but it somehow only made things worse.  “I’m saving it for a special occasion.”
“If I get your name again, I’ll buy you two hats so you don’t have to ration yourself.”
“I wouldn’t want you to go to the trouble.”
“No trouble at all.  I get a discount at the mall.”
Jerome sighed and set down his fork.  “Are you still doing that, Georgie?  Don’t I suffer enough without having to endure the humiliation of a succubus who moonlights as a Christmas elf?”
“You always said I should quit the bookstore and find something else to do,” I reminded him.
“Yes, but that was because I thought you’d go on to do something respectable.  Like become a stripper or the mayor’s mistress.”
“This is just temporary.”  I handed Carter the elegant crystal wineglass that had been sitting by my plate.  He filled it with wine from the box and gave it back.  Peter groaned and muttered something about despoiling Tiffany’s.
Georgina doesn’t need material things anymore,” teased Cody.  “She’s paid in love now.”
Jerome fixed the young vampire with a cold stare.  “Do not ever say anything that saccharine again.”
“You’re one to talk,” I said to Cody, unable to hide my smile.  “I’m surprised you could drag yourself away from Gabrielle tonight.”  His face immediately grew dreamy at the mention of his ladylove.
“That makes two of us,” observed Peter.  He shook his head bitterly.  “You guys and your perfect love lives.”
“Hardly perfect,” I said, at the same time Cody said, “It is perfect.”
All eyes fell on me.  Hugh even looked up from his phone.  “Trouble in paradise?”
“Why do you always assume that?  And no, of course not,” I scoffed, hating myself for the slip.  “Things are fantastic with Seth.”
And they were.  Just speaking his name sent a flood of joy through me.  Seth.  Seth was what made everything worthwhile.  My relationship with him was what had caused the rift between me and my former co-workers at the bookstore.  They saw me as the reason for his breakup with Doug’s sister.  Which, I suppose, I was.  But no matter how much I’d loved that job, giving it up was a small price to pay to be with Seth.  I could endure being an elf.  I could endure the quotas he and I put on our sex life, to ensure my succubus powers didn’t suck him dry.  With him, I could handle anything.  Even a future of damnation.
There were just a couple of teeny-tiny things about my relationship with Seth that gave me pause.  One had been eating at me for a while, one I kept trying to ignore.  But now, suddenly, with my immortal friends watching me, I finally drummed up the courage to address it.
“It’s just…I don’t suppose any of you told Seth my name, did you?”  Seeing Peter open his mouth in confusion, I immediately amended, “My real name.”
“Why would that ever come up?” asked Hugh dismissively, returning to his texting.
“I don’t know even know your real name,” said Cody.  “Are you saying it’s not Georgina?”
I regretted the words already.  It was a stupid thing for me to worry about, and their reactions were just proving that point.
“Do you not want him to know your name?” asked Hugh.
“No…it’s fine.  I just, well.  It’s just weird.  A month or so ago, when he was half-asleep, he called me by it.  Letha,” I added, for Cody’s benefit.  I managed to say the name without tripping over it.  It wasn’t a name I welcomed.  I’d shed it centuries ago, when I became a succubus, and had been taking assumed names ever since.  In banishing that name, I’d banished that former life.  I’d wanted to erase it so badly that I’d sold my soul in exchange for everyone I’d known forgetting I existed.  That was why the conversation with Seth had totally blindsided me a month ago.  There was no way he could’ve known that name.
“You are the world, Letha…” he had told me drowsily.
He hadn’t even remembered saying it, let alone where he’d heard it.  “Don’t know,” he’d told me, when I questioned him about it later. “Greek myths, I guess.  The River Lethe, where the dead go to wash away the memories from their souls…to forget the past…”
“That’s a pretty name,” said Cody.
I shrugged noncommittally.  “The point is, I never told it to Seth.  But somehow, he knew it.  He couldn’t remember anything about it, though.  Where he heard it.”
“He must have heard it from you,” said Hugh, ever-practical.
“I never told him.  I’d remember if I had.”
“Well, with all the other immortals traipsing through here, I’m sure it came up from one of them.  He probably overheard it.”  Peter frowned.  “Don’t you have an award with your name on it?  Maybe he saw that.”
“I don’t really leave my ‘Best Succubus’ award lying around,” I pointed out.
“Well, you should,” said Hugh.
I eyed Carter carefully.  “You’re being awfully quiet.”
He paused in drinking from the wine box.  “I’m busy.”
“Did you tell Seth my name?  You’ve called me it before.”  Carter, despite being an angel, seemed to have a genuine affection for us damned souls.  And like an elementary school boy, he often thought the best way of showing that affection was by picking on us. Calling me Letha—when he knew I hated it—and other pet names was one such tactic he used.
Carter shook his head.  “Sorry to disappoint you, Daughter of Lilith, but I never told him.  You know me: model of discretion.”  There was a slurping sound as he neared the wine’s end.
“Then how did Seth find out?” I demanded.  “How’d he know the name?  Someone must have told him.”
Jerome sighed loudly.  “Georgie, this conversation is even more ridiculous than the one about your job.  You already got your answer: either you or someone else slipped up and doesn’t remember. Why does everything have to be so dramatic for you?  Are you just looking for something to be unhappy about?”
He had a point.  And honestly, I didn’t know why this had bugged me so much for so long.  Everyone was right.  There was no mystery here, nothing earth-shattering.  Seth had overheard my name somewhere, end of story.  There was no reason for me to overreact or assume the worst—only a tiny, nagging voice in my head that refused to forget about that night.
“It’s just weird,” I said lamely.
Jerome rolled his eyes.  “If you want something to worry about, then I’ll give you something.”
All thoughts of Seth and names flew out of my head.  Everyone at the table (except Carter, who was still slurping) froze and stared at Jerome.  When my boss said he had something for you to worry about, there was a strong possibility it meant something fiery and terrifying.  Hugh looked startled by this proclamation too, which was a bad sign.  He usually knew about hellish mandates before Jerome did.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I had a drink with Nanette the other night,” he growled.  Nanette was Portland’s archdemoness.  “Bad enough she still won’t let me forget the summoning.  She was also going off on some crap about how her people were more competent than mine.”
I glanced briefly at my friends.  We weren’t exactly model employees of Hell, so there was a very good chance that Nanette was right. Not that any of us would tell Jerome that.
“So,” he continued, “when I denied it, she demanded we step up and prove what superior Hellish minions we are.”
“How?” asked Hugh, looking mildly interested.  “With a soul pledge drive?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Jerome.
“Then with what?” I asked.
Jerome gave us a tight-lipped smile.  “With bowling.”

miércoles, 20 de julio de 2011 | By: LAUBOOKS

Serie Wild

La ganadera Dee MacLeod necesita un hombre. Desde que hace diez años Jake Reynolds la abandonó, no ha podido encontrar un sustituto ni ha permitido que nadie se le acercase, tanto era el dolor que le había causado. Ella es una mujer de sangre caliente, pero esconde su ardiente pasión bajo un distante exterior. Es conocida como la «la Reina de Hielo». ¡Ja! Si ellos supieran…
Jake Reynolds, es el único hombre que sabe cómo de ardiente era Dee, pensó que había alejado a la sensual mujer fuera de su cabeza y de su vida. Pero cuando se traslada de vuelta a Arizona, descubre la verdad... que aún la ama.
Él comprende que fue un idiota al abandonarla, y ahora deberá volver a conquistarla y tenerla de nuevo en su cama, dentro de ella. Hará lo que sea necesario para ganar de nuevo su corazón, esta vez para siempre.


La ranchera Catie Wilds ama a los hombres, pero como no puede obtener bastante sexo en la práctica, disfruta dándose el gusto de un poco de voyerismo. Lo único que no le gusta es la idea del compromiso. Después de crecer en una familia rota y ser testigo de demasiados fracasos matrimoniales, Catie sabe que una relación permanente no es para ella. Además, ella tiene demasiada diversión.
El sheriff Jarrod Savage fue llamado para investigar un aumento de robo de ganado al sureste del condado de Cochise. Pero una noche, cuando se dirige al campo a realizar un poco de observación, se encuentra con una joven y sensual mujer que está haciendo su propia 


Después de cuatro años en el extranjero, Trace MacLeod regresa a casa y rancho de su familia en el sudoeste de Arizona.
Todo en su vida va conforme a lo que había planeado, esto es: una casa en Londres, una brillante carrera, y estar prácticamente
comprometida con un maravilloso caballero inglés.
Pero, cuando Trace encuentra a Jess Lawless, el cowboy vuelve su perfecto mundo del revés. Es el comodín... un comodín
inesperado, imprevisible que podría ganar la mano del juego al instante - o destruirla para siempre. Todo en él es varonil, sexy, oscuro y peligroso.
Definitivamente peligroso, y terminantemente no es parte de la mano cuidadosamente organizada de Trace.
Desde el momento en que Jess Lawless ve a la sexy rubia con labios de fresa, sabe que tiene que tenerla. Consigue acorralar a la mujer de ojos verdes, que es una intrigante combinación de sofisticación e inocencia, audacia y timidez.
Incluso cuando Trace le dice que está comprometida, Jess no permite que eso lo detenga.
Está decidido a hacerla suya.


Segundo Teaser Bloodlines

El segundo Teaser de Bloodlines nos llega por Parte de Eddie  y dice "Quiero que ella sea feliz. Vale la pena sacrificarme por ello.

Que les parece por quien creen que Eddie se Sacrificaría,,,yo creo que podría ser por Jill.
martes, 19 de julio de 2011 | By: LAUBOOKS

Sinopsis The Golden Lily


La dura e inteligente alquimista Sydey Sage y la princesa Moroi de mirada perdida Jill Dragomir, se encuentran escondidas en un internado humano en la soleada ... y glamurosa Palm Springs (California). Los estudiantes, de familias ricas y poderosas, siguen con sus vidas en una feliz ignorancia mientras Sydney, Jill, Eddie y Adrian hacen todo lo posible por mantener su secreto a salvo. Pero con romances prohibidos, inesperadas alianzas con espíritus y la amenaza de los Strigoi, que están cada vez más cerca, ocultar la verdad resulta más difícil de lo que imaginaban.

lunes, 18 de julio de 2011 | By: LAUBOOKS

Primer Teaser de Bloodlines

Hola Chicos ya salio el primer Teaser como pueden ver es muy diferente a lo que habíamos visto, hay frases tanto de Bloodlines como de Vampire Academy.

Para ver la Traduccion entren en


Todo lo que puedo decir es  ROSE TE ODIO POR LO QUE LE HICISTE A ADRIAN

sábado, 16 de julio de 2011 | By: LAUBOOKS

Primer Capitulo de Bloodlines

Siento no haber publicado esta SUPER Noticia antes la verdad la vi desde anoche pero ya era muy tarde y luego de leer en capitulo entre en Shock ya que ayer también vi la película de Harry Potter así que entenderán fueron muchas sorpresas en un solo día, pero de hoy no pasa.
Debo decir que la dedicatoria es de lo mejor y dice: 
For Katie, Morganna,
and other fans of Adrian.


Así que para las afortunadas que saben Ingles perfectamente entren en: y lean el original.
Para las que no, tambien lo pueden disfrutar gracias a las chicas del Foro Purple Rose  Fans de Adrian Ivashkov y en Especial para Roo Andersen, te mereces el cielo gracias por tu magnifico trabajo. Así que chicas entren ya al Blog siguiendo este Link:

Concurso Internacional Harry Potter

Como  parte del especial de Harry Potter Realizado por el Blog EL FINAL DE  LA HISTORIA  se esta realizando el concurso en el cual el premio  son uno de los tres primeros libros de la saga  más 8 marcapáginas de las Reliquias de la muerte parte 2. 


Si quieres ser uno de los ganadores entra Aqui y entérate de las bases del concurso.

Concurso Internacional, Los cuentos de Beedle el bardo de J.K. Rowling,

En estos días en que todos estamos como Locos por el final de Harry Potter, Blog El final de la historia nos trae un concurso festejando su nuevo diseño. 

El concurso tendra 3 ganadores que se llevaran un ejemplas de Los cuentos de Beedle el bardo de J.K. Rowling, la escritora de Harry Potter si les encanta como escribe Rowling y desean saber más sobre el Concurso entra  AQUI  y registrate ya que puedes ser uno de los ganadores.