Teaser de The Prophecy


Hoy paso a dejaros un nuevo adelanto de
el último libro de la saga Titan que saldrá a la venta en inglés el 20/3/18

El mismo día os dejaré mi reseña del libro, pero os voy adelantando que ha sido un final casi perfecto para una saga que tiene de todo: amor, romance, pasión, drama, aventuras, giros inesperados y todo ello en un mundo donde los dioses griegos campan a sus anchas...

Tension crept into my shoulders as I stared at their names.

 “A thousand years could pass, and I won’t forget those bastards.”

They’d done a number on Alex, preying on her fears and amplifying them. Worse yet, they’d made her think she was pregnant. It had been…fuck, it had been horrible. The fallout for both Alex and Aiden…

Josie pulled her hand back. “Apollo had summoned them out of her, right? He looked at Alex and knew she’d been infected.”

I nodded. “Artemis had seen something in Alex, but it was Apollo who saw them.”

“Do you think it’s possible that they are here, infecting someone and influencing others?”

Se me tensaron los hombros mientras miraba sus nombres.

"Pasarán mil años y nunca olvidaré a esos bastardos."

Se cebaron con Alex, haciendo presa de sus miedos y amplificándolos. Peor aún, la hicieron pensar que estaba embarazada. Eso fue...joder, fue horrible. La desilusión que fue para los dos, Alex y Aiden...

Josie retiró la mano "Apollo los extrajo de su interior, ¿verdad? Miró a Alex y se dio cuenta de que estaba infectada."

Asentí "Artemis había visto algo en Alex, pero fue Apollo quien los vio."

"¿Crees que es posible que estén aquí, infectando a alguien e influenciando a los demás?"


Os recuerdo nuevamente que en español tenemos los dos primeros: EL RETORNO y EL PODER.

Adelanto de The Darkest Star


Como ya sabéis, en octubre de este año sale a la venta


primer libro del spin-off de la saga Lux que tendrá como protagonista a Luc, el original de ojos morados que tantos grandes momentos nos dio también en la saga Lux. Además, saldrán personajes muy queridos...Sí, Daemon volverá a salir. Aquí os dejo una muestra del libro que la autora compartió, para vuestro deleite. 
¡A pasarlo bien!
Dios, qué ganas de leer el libro.

A shadow crossed over the man’s face and then smoothed out, disappearing. “True.”
Luc exhaled heavily. “Don’t you have something you should be doing right now?”
“I do,” Daemon replied. “I’m here for the . . .” Those stunning eyes glanced off me. “Just
getting things ready for the . . . package, but I heard a ruckus. Thought I’d check it out.”
“A ruckus?” Luc repeated. “Have you been watching TV from the fifties?”
“Well, you know how deprived Archer is. He’s on this Happy Days kick recently. Freaking annoying as hell. Every time we get out of the city, he’s watching it on the damn tablet. Then we get back, Kat wants a damn breakdown of every episode. It’s driving me insane.”
“Good to know.” Luc sounded impatient. “Would love to chat more about Archer’s TV obsessions, but I’m kind of busy right now.”
“Yeah, you’re busy with . . . ?”
“Evie,” Luc said. “This is Evie.”
Daemon’s brows lifted. “Evie.” That eerie gaze settled on me again. “Hi, Evie.”
I had no idea what was going on, but I was no longer frozen by super-special Luxen power or my own stupidity. I lurched to my feet and blurted out, “He’s trying to kidnap me.”
“Is that so?” The brilliant green gaze slid to Luc. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff. Freaky.”
Luc rolled his eyes.
“I’m being serious.” I took a step forward and then stopped when Luc shifted toward me. “See! If I walk toward that door, he’s not going to let me leave.”
“Well, Luc, you know that’s illegal, right?”
“No shit.”
“It’s totally illegal, but he’s trying to say he’s offering me a vacation—an all-exclusive vacation! In other words, he’s trying to kidnap me.”
Daemon drifted into the room. “And why is he doing that?”
“Seriously. You do have things to do, Daemon. Go do them.”
The man pouted—actually plumped out his lips and pouted. “But this is really more interesting.”
“He took my phone and won’t give it back.”
Daemon cocked his head to the side. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“No. You don’t understand. I left my phone here last night and I came back to get it, because you know how expensive those things are,” I tried again, my heart thumping.
“Uh-huh,” Daemon murmured.
“That’s all, and everything has completely gotten out of hand. He sent my friend home with some blue-haired dude who looks a little serial killer-ish. I’ve seen a guy who I’m pretty sure looks half dead,” I rushed on. “I’ve been picked up, carried around, and choked. And all I want is my damn phone and I’ve yet to see it—”
“I have your phone.” Luc reached around, patting his back pocket. “I was going to give it back you.”
Slowly, I turned to him. I couldn’t think of anything to say as I stared at him for what felt like an eternity. “You’ve had my phone in your pocket this whole time?”
Luc lifted a hand, knocking a wavy tumble of hair off his forehead. A second later it fell back in place. “I have.”
“In your back pocket?”
My mouth dropped open. “And why haven’t you just given it to me?”
His lips pursed. “I was planning to, but then I got distracted when you almost got yourself choked to death.”
“That wasn’t my fault!” I shouted.
“We’re going to have to disagree on that.”
“Then why didn’t you give it to me afterward?” I demanded.
A smirk formed. “Well, I was just messing with you then.”
“Oh my God.” I shook my head, glancing over at Daemon. “Are you hearing this?” He held up his hand. “I’m just an innocent, enraptured viewer of this.”
A lot of help he was.
“But then you threatened to call the police and run your mouth,” Luc added, the smirk fading. Daemon’s gaze seemed to sharpen. “And that changed everything.”
I stepped toward him, hands shaking. “I wouldn’t have threatened you if you had just given me the stupid cell phone!”
“I have to say, Luc, that sounds reasonable.” Daemon leaned against the wall, idly crossing his arms. “You could just—”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion.” Luc turned to him. “And why are you still standing here?”
Daemon lifted a shoulder. “This is so much more entertaining than hanging around Archer and Grayson.”


Ahora os dejo mi traducción particular (perdonad los más que probables errores en la traducción)


Una sombra cruzó el rostro del hombre y después se esfumó, desapareciendo “Es verdad” Luc exhaló pesadamente “¿No deberías estar haciendo algo ahora mismo?”
“Sí” replicó Daemon “Estoy aquí por…” Esos ojos deslumbrantes se fijaron en mí “Tengo que preparar las cosas para el…equipaje, pero escuché alboroto. Pensé en echar un vistazo a ver qué pasaba”
“¿Alboroto?” repitió Luc “¿Has estado viendo TV de los años cincuenta?”
“Bueno, ya sabes lo atrasado que está Archer. Ahora está obsesionado con los Happy Days. Es condenadamente molesto. Cada vez que salimos por la ciudad, está viéndolo en la maldita Tablet. Entonces, cuando volvemos, Kat quiere un maldito resumen de cada capítulo. Me está volviendo loco”
“Bueno es saberlo” Luc sonaba impaciente “Me encantaría seguir hablando sobre las obsesiones televisivas de Archer, pero estoy un poquito ocupado ahora mismo”
“Sí…¿Ocupado con…?”
“Evie” dijo Luc “Ésta es Evie”
Las cejas de Daemon se alzaron “Evie” Esa escalofriante mirada volvió a fijarse en mí “Hola, Evie”
No tenía ni idea de lo que estaba pasando, pero ya no estaba congelada por no se qué superpoder especial Luxen o por mi propia estupidez. Me levanté y solté “Él está intentando secuestrarme”
“¿Es eso verdad?” la brillante mirada verde se deslizó hacia Luc “No sabía que te fueran ese tipo de cosas. Es raro”
Luc puso los ojos en blanco.
“Lo digo en serio” di un paso adelante y me paré cuando Luc se giró hacia mí “¡¿Ves?! Si doy un paso hacia la puerta, no me dejará marchar”
"Bueno, Luc, sabes que eso es ilegal, ¿no?”
“No jodas”
“Es totalmente ilegal, pero está intentando decirme que me está dando unas vacaciones - ¡unas vacaciones exclusivas! – en otras palabras, está intentando secuestrarme.”
Daemon se deslizó por la habitación “¿Y por qué lo está haciendo?”
“En serio. Tienes otras cosas que hacer, Daemon. Ve a hacerlas”
El hombre hizo un puchero – de verdad puso morritos e hizo un puchero “Pero esto es mucho más interesante”
“Me quitó el móvil y no me lo quiere devolver”
Daemon echó la cabeza hacia un lado “No esperaba eso”
“No. No lo entiendes. Me dejé el móvil aquí anoche y  volví a por él, porque ya sabes lo caras que son esas cosas” Lo intenté de nuevo, con mi corazón latiendo con fuerza.
“Uh- huh” murmuró Daemon.
“Eso es todo, y todo se ha ido de las manos. Envió a mi amigo a casa con un tipo con el pelo azul que parece un asesino en serie. He visto a un tipo que parece medio muerto” continué “Me han alzado, llevado a rastras y asfixiado. Y todo lo que quiero es recuperar mi maldito teléfono y tengo que ver todavía si—“
“Tengo tu teléfono” Luc estiró el brazo y se palmeó el bolsillo trasero “Te lo iba a devolver”
Despacio, me giré hacia él. No sabía qué decir mientras le observaba durante lo que pareció una eternidad “¿Has tenido mi teléfono todo este tiempo?”
Luc elevó una mano, apartándose un mechón de pelo ondulado de la frente. Un segundo después cayó de nuevo en su lugar “Sí”
“¿En tu bolsillo trasero?”
Se me abrió la boca “¿Y por qué no me lo has devuelto?”
Sus labios se fruncieron “Iba a hacerlo, pero me distraje cuando casi de asfixias hasta morir”
“¡No fue mi culpa!” grité.
“Me parece que no estamos de acuerdo en eso”
“¿Y por qué no me lo diste después?” demandé.
Sonrió con suficiciencia “Bueno, estaba jugando contigo”
“Oh Dios mío” sacudí la cabeza, mirando a Daemon “¿Estás oyéndolo?” Él alzó una mano “Soy un inocente y cautivado espectador de esto”
Menuda ayuda.
“Entonces empezaste a amenazar con llamar a la policía y contar todo lo que sabías” Luc añadió, la sonrisita desapareció. La mirada de Daemon pareció afilarse “Y eso lo cambió todo”
Caminé hacia él, con las manos temblando “¡No te hubiera amenazado si simplemente me hubieras dado el maldito teléfono!”
“Tengo que decir, Luc, que eso suena razonable” Daemon se apoyó en la pared, cruzando los brazos perezosamente. “Podrías haber—“
“No te he pedido tu opinión” Luc se giró hacia él “¿Y por qué sigues aquí?”
Daemon alzó un hombro “Esto es mucho más entretenido que estar con Archer y Grayson”


COVER REVEAL: Moonlight Seduction + Capítulo 1!!!!


Hace poco salía a la venta MOONLIGHT SINS, el primer libro de la saga De Vincent de nuestra querida JLA. Saga contemporánea adulta que no sólo es romance, sino que también incluye aspectos y matices paranormales y de thriller. Por si os habéis perdido, tenéis mi reseña AQUI de este primer libro. Ahora, en relación a éste, hoy os muestro la portada y toda la información del segundo libro


que saldrá a la venta el 26/6/18

  The de Vincent brothers are back—and so is the intrigue that surrounds them—in New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout’s sizzling new novel...

Nicolette Bresson never thought she’d return to the de Vincents’ bayou compound. It’s where her parents work, where Nikki grew up... and where she got her heart broken by Gabriel de Vincent himself. Yet here she is, filling in for her sick mother. Avoiding Gabe should be easy, especially when so much of Nikki’s time is spent trying not to be stabbed in the back by the malicious hangers-on who frequent the mansion. But escaping memories of Gabe, much less his smoking-hot presence, is harder than expected—especially since he seems determined to be in Nikki’s space as much as possible.

Gabriel spent years beating himself up over his last encounter with Nikki. He’d wanted her then, but for reasons that were bad for both of them. Things have now changed. Gabe sees more than a girl he’s known forever; he sees a smart, talented, and heartbreakingly beautiful woman... one who’s being stalked from the shadows. Now, Gabe will do anything to keep Nikki safe—and to stop the de Vincent curse from striking again.


Además, si hacéis la preorder del libro (ya sea en edición digital o en papel) os llevaréis en exclusiva una escena inédita de la saga que se os enviará por email.

Esto está abierto a TODO el mundo, o sea que es internacional.

Para llevaros esta escena inédita tenéis que RELLENAR ESTE FORMULARIO adjuntando prueba de la compra (un pantallazo de la compra en la que salga el nº de orden vale)

La escena será enviada después del lanzamiento del libro, es decir, después del 26/6/18



Pues aquí os lo dejo, para vuestro gusto y disfrute

Moonlight Seduction by Jennifer L. Armentrout
Chapter 1
Six years later . . .
It took every ounce of self-control for Gabriel de Vincent to stand back and do nothing. Just stand there and watch him being led away, but that’s what he had to do, because that’s what he’d promised and Gabe tried to be a man of his word.
Sometimes he failed at that. Failed at that in ways that haunted him late at night, but he wouldn’t go back on this.
He’d promised them three uninterrupted months.That’s what he was going to give them.His jaw ached from how hard he was clenching it as the Rothchilds walked back into the restaurant. He didn’t take his eyes off them, not until he couldn’t see them anymore. Only then did he look at the slip of paper.
Looking down at the drawing of puppy on a piece of blue construction paper, he felt the worst mix of emotions. Sadness. Pride. Helplessness. Hope. Fury that he’d never tasted before. He had no idea how one person could feel all of that at once, but he did.
A wry smile tugged at his lips. There was definitely talent in the drawing. Real skill. The de Vincent knack for the arts was still kicking around it seemed.
His gaze flickered over what was written in a blockish handwriting. He’d already read in three times, but couldn’t bear to read it a fourth time. Not right now. He didn’t want to fold the paper and created creases in it, so he was careful as he carried it back to where he was parked.
“Gabriel de Vincent.”
Frowning at the vaguely familiar voice, he turned around. A man stepped out from behind a truck. Dark, square sunglasses shielded half the man’s face, but Gabe recognized him.
He sighed. “Ross Haid. To what do I owe the honor of seeing you in Baton Rouge?”
The reporter for the Advocate gave one of what Gabe assumed was a trademark half grin; the kind that probably got him into a places and events he sure as hell didn’t belong in. “Headquarters are here. You know that.”
“Yeah, but you work out of the New Orleans office, Ross.”
He shrugged a shoulder as he neared Gabe. “I had to come up to headquarters. Heard through the grapevine that a de Vincent was in town.”
“Uh-huh.” Not for one second did Gabe believe that. “And you just happen to hear that I was at this restaurant?”
The smile kicked up a notch as he ran a hand over his blond hair. “Nah. Seeing you here was just luck.”
Bullshit. Ross had been sniffing after his family for about two months now, trying to get to one of them when they were out at dinner or at an event, showing up at nearly every damn function one of them was attending. But back home, in New Orleans, Ross had trouble getting near them. Well, he had troubled getting to the one he really wanted to talk to which was Gabe’s older brother.
Didn’t require any leap of logic to figure out what was going on. Somehow Ross had heard that Gabe was here, and that’s why Ross conveniently ended up here. Normally he could tolerate Ross’ incessant questioning. Hell, he sort of liked the guy, appreciated his determination, but not when Ross was here and something he didn’t want a reporter finding out mere feet away.
Lowering his sunglasses, Ross eyed Gabe’s ride. “Nice car. Is it one of the new Porsche 911s?”
Gabe raised his brows.
“Family business must be going well. Then again, the family business is always going strong, isn’t it? The de Vincents are old money. The one percent of the one percent.” Gabe’s family was one of the oldest, linked all the way back to the days the great state of Louisiana was being created. Now they owned the most profitable oil refineries in the Gulf, coveted real estate all around the world, tech firms, and once his older brother married, they’d be in control of the one of the largest shipping industries in the world. So, yeah, the de Vincents were wealthy, but the car and nearly everything Gabe owned, he bought it with the money he worked for. Not the money he was born with.
“Some say that your family has so much money, that the de Vincents are above the law.” Ross straightened his sunglasses. “Seems that way.”
Gabe really didn’t have time for this. “Whatever you want to say, can you stop beating around the damn bush and get to it? I’m planning to head home sometime in the next year.”
The reporter’s smile faded. “Since you’re here and I’m here, and it’s damn hard to talk to you all any other time. I want to chat about your father’s death.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“I don’t believe it was a suicide,” Ross continued. “And I find it also convenient that Chief Cobbs, who openly and publicly wanted your father’s death investigated as a homicide ended up dead in a freak car accident.”
“Is that right?”
Frustration hummed off Ross about as loud as the damn locusts. “Is that all you got to say to me about this?”
“Pretty much.” Gabe grinned then. “That and you have an overactive imagination, but I’m sure you’ve heard that before.”
“I don’t think my imagination is nearly vast enough to compete with all the things the de Vincents have had their hands in.”
Probably not.
“Okay, I won’t ask you about your father or the chief.” Ross shifted his weight as Gabe opened his driver’s door. “Also heard some interesting rumors about some of the staff at the de Vincent compound.”
“I’m started to feel like you might be stalking us.” Gabe placed the drawing facedown on the passenger’s seat. “If you want to talk about staffing, then you need to have a chat with Dev.”
“Devlin won’t make time to talk to me.”“That doesn’t sound like my problem.”“It seems like it is now.”Gabe laughed, but the sound was without humor as he reached inside, grabbing his sunglasses off the visor. “Trust me, Ross, this isn’t my problem.”
“You may not think so now, but that’ll change.” A muscle twitched along the man’s jaw. “I plan to blow the roof of every single damn secret the de Vincents have been keeping for years. I’m going to do a story that not even your family can pay to keep quiet.”
Shaking his head, Gabe slipped his sunglasses on. “I like you, Ross. You know I’ve never had a problem with you. So, I just want to get that out of the way. But you have got to come up with some better material, because that was cliché as shit.” He rested his hand on the frame of the car door. “You’ve got to know you’re not the first reporter to come around thinking they’re somehow going to dig some skeletons out of our closets and expose us for whatever the hell you think we are. You’re not going to be the last to fail.”
“I don’t fail,” Ross said. “Not ever.”“Everyone fails.” Gabe climbed in behind the wheel.“Except the de Vincents?”“You said it, not me.” Gabe looked up at the reporter. “Some unasked for advice? I’d find another story to investigate.”“Is there where you’re going to tell me to be careful?” He sounded oddly gleeful by the prospect. “Warn me off? Because people who mess with the de Vincents end up missing or worse?”
Gabe smirked as he hit the ignition key. “Doesn’t sound like I need to tell you that. Seems like you already know what happens.”  
Nikki stood in the center of the quiet and sterile kitchen of the de Vincent mansion, telling herself that she was not the same little idiot that almost drowned herself out in the pool six years ago.
She sure as hell wasn’t the same idiot who had spent years making an utter fool out of herself, chasing after a grown man. An act, which resulted in one of the worst ideas she’d ever had in the history of bad ideas.
And Nikki had a remarkable history of making not the brightest of all decisions. Her dad said she had a bit of wild streak in her, taking after Pappy, but Nikki liked to blame the de Vincents for the recklessness. They had this really bizarre talent of making everyone around them stick one toe into Recklessville.
Her mother claimed that most of Nikki’s bad decisions came from having a good heart.
Nikki had the habit of picking up strays—stray cats, dogs, a lizard here and there, even a snake, and humans, too. She was a bleeding heart, hating to see anyone she cared about in pain and she was oftentimes a bit overly affected by the troubles of strangers.
It was why she avoided the TV around the holidays, because they always played those heart-wrenching videos of freezing animals or children left to starve in war-torn countries. She hated everything about New Year’s Eve because of that and spent the week between Christmas and the first of January moping around.
There was a lot of Nikki that was the same as she was the last time she walked through this house. She still got emotionally invested in animals that didn’t belong to her—that was why she volunteered at the local animal shelter. She still couldn’t turn away from someone who needed help, and she still found herself in weird situations but reckless? Wild?
Not anymore.
Not since the last time she’d been in the house, right before she left for college. That had been four years ago and now she was back, and nothing and everything had changed.
“You okay, hon?” her father asked.
Turning to find her father standing just inside the large kitchen, she pulled herself out of her thoughts and smiled widely for him. Goodness, her dad was starting to look his age, and that scared her—truly terrified her. Her parents had her late in life, but she was only twenty-two, and she wanted another fifty years or so with them.
Nikki knew that wasn’t going to happen.Especially now.She forced those thoughts from her head. “Yes. I’m just . . . it’s weird being in here after being gone so long. The kitchen is different.”“It was remodeled a few years back,” he replied. The mansion was constantly being remodeled it seemed. After all, how many times had this place caught fire since it was built? Nikki had lost count. Her father drew in a deep breath, and the lines around his mouth became more pronounced. He looked so tired. “I don’t know if I’ve said this to you or not, but thank you.”
She waved him off. “You don’t need to thank me, Dad.”
“Yeah, I do.” He walked over to where she stood. “You went away to college to do something better than this—better than cooking dinners and running a household. To become something better.”
Offended on his behalf, she crossed her arms and met his weary gaze. “There’s nothing wrong with cooking dinners and running a household. It’s good, honest work. Wok that put me through college. Right, Dad?”
“We take great pride in our job. Don’t get me wrong, but what your mother and I did all these years was so you could do something else.” He sighed. “So, it means a lot that you would come home to help us out, Nicolette.”
Only her dad and mom called her by her full name. Everyone else called her Nikki. Everyone except a certain de Vincent who shall remained nameless. He and only he called her Nic.
Her parents had worked for the de Vincents, one of the wealthiest families in the States and possibly the world, since long before she was born. It was weird growing up in this house, being privy to a lot of strange stuff—things the public has no idea about and would probably pay a large sum of money to learn. And personally? It was like she had a foot in two different worlds, one absurdly wealthy and the other middle working class.
Her father was basically a butler, except she always had a small suspicion that her father had . . . taken care of things for the de Vincents that no normal butler did. Her mother ran the day-to-day functions of the house and prepared the dinners. Both her parents loved working for the family and she knew both had planned to continue to the day they died, but her mom . . . .
Nikki’s chest squeezed painfully. Her mom was not well and it had happened so fast, coming out of nowhere. The dreaded C word.
“Honestly, this is perfect. I got my degree and this will give me time to figure things out.” In other words, figure out what the hell she wanted to really do with her life. Get to work or go for her master’s? She wasn’t sure yet. “And I want to be here while Mom is going through everything.”
“I know.” His smile wobbled a little as he brushed a strand of blondish-brown hair out of her face.
“We could’ve hired someone else to step in while your mother—”
“No, you couldn’t have.” She laughed at the mere thought of that. “I know how weird the de Vincents are. I know how protective you two are of them. I know how to keep my mouth shut and not see what I’m not supposed to. And you two don’t have to worry about someone new not keeping their mouth shut and not seeing what they’re not supposed to.”
Her dad arched a brow. “A lot of things have changed, honey.”
She snorted as she took in the white marble countertops with gray veining. Mom had filled her in on some of those changes during one of her chemo treatments. After all, what else did they have to talk about while she was being pumped full of poison that would hopefully kill only the cancer cells building in her lung?
Things in the de Vincent mansion that had changed.
For starters, the patriarch of the family, one Lawrence de Vincent, had hung himself a few months back. An act that had shocked her because she figured that man would’ve outlived a nuclear bomb. And Lucian de Vincent apparently had a live-in girlfriend and they were about to move into their own place. That was even more insane, the idea of Lucian settling down.
The Lucian she remembered put the play in player. He’d been an incorrigible flirt, leaving a string of broken hearts across the state of Louisiana and beyond.
She hadn’t met his girlfriend yet since they were away on some kind of trip; the rich rarely seemed to have much of a schedule. She just hoped whoever his girlfriend was, she was nice and nothing like Devlin’s fiancé.
Nikki might not have been around the de Vincents in four years, but she remembered Sabrina Harrington and her brother Parker.
Sabrina had just begun seeing Devlin the year before Nikki had left for college and that had been a year’s worth of snide comments and rather impressive disdainful looks. Nikki could deal with Sabrina though. If she was the same woman as she was before, she could be as mean as a cornered rattlesnake, but Nikki normally didn’t even register on her scale of people to pay attention to.
Parker though?
Nikki suppressed a shudder, not wanting to worry her father who was watching her like a hawk.
Parker had often stared at her the way she’d wanted Gabe to look at her, especially when she had grown brave enough to move from a one-piece bathing suit to a two-piece.
And Parker . . . he had done more than look.
She drew in a deep breath. She wasn’t going to think about Parker. He wasn’t worth a single thought.
What happened to Lawrence, and Lucian’s new romance weren’t the only things her mom had told her. She filled Nikki in on the whole sister reappearing and then disappearing again thing. Something that she knew the general public had no idea had even happened. She didn’t know the details around it, but Nikki knew that in typical de Vincent fashion, it had to the most drama-llama-est thing possible.
And she also knew better than to ask questions about it.Her father stepped back. “The boys are all out.”Thank God and baby Jesus.“Devlin should be back this evening for dinner. He likes dinner to be ready at six. I believe Ms. Harrington will be joining him.”Well, thanking God and baby Jesus lasted all of five seconds. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and make a gagging sound. “Okay.”“Gabriel is still in Baton Rouge, or at least, that’s the last I heard,” her father continued, ticking off the brothers’ schedules while she wondered what Gabe was doing in Baton Rouge. Not that she cared. She totally didn’t care whatsoever, but she wondered if it had anything to do with his woodworking business.
The man was talented with his hands.Really talented.Her cheeks flushed as an unwanted memory of how his calloused palms felt pierced her straight through the chest. Nope. Not going there. Absolutely not.There were examples of Gabe’s skill all around the house—the furniture, chair rails, and trim, even in the kitchen. All of the woodwork was designed and created by Gabe. As a little girl, she’d been fascinated with the idea of picking up a piece of wood and turning it into something that was truly a work of art. That fascination had turned into quite the hobby for Nikki.
It had started one long, fall afternoon when she was ten and she’d found Gabe outside, whittling away on a piece of wood. Out of boredom, she’d asked him to show her how he did it. Instead of shooing her off, Gabe had given her small scrapes of wood and showed her how to use a chisel.
She’d gotten pretty good at it, but she hadn’t picked up a chisel in over four years. Nikki refocused on what her dad was telling her.“We’re a little understaffed right now,” her dad continued. “So there’s a lot of dusting in your near future. Devlin is very much like his father.”
That was not a compliment in her book.“Is it the ghosts?” She half joked. “Scaring off the staff?”Her father shot her a look, but she knew damn well that her parents believed this
house was haunted. Hell, they wouldn’t even come here at night unless it was a dire emergency. None of the staff would and everyone in town knew the legends about the land the de Vincent mansion sat on. And who hadn’t heard about the de Vincent curse more than a time or two?
Being in this house as much as she had been in the past, she had seen some weird things and heard some stuff that couldn’t be explained. Plus she grew up within minutes of New Orleans. She was a believer, but unlike her friend Rosie, whom she met in college, she wasn’t obsessed with all things paranormal. Nikki operated on the whole if- you-don’t-acknowledge-ghosts-they-can’t-bother-you theory and so far it had worked so far wonderfully.
Then again, Nikki had only come here at night once in her life, and that had not turned out well at all. So maybe ignoring ghosts didn’t work, because she liked to think
she was possessed by one of ghosts that supposedly wandered the halls, and that was what provoked her to do what she’d done that night.
Nikki was well aware of how the house was run because she’d spent most of her summer vacations in the house watching her mom, so she got to work pretty quickly once her father left her.
First thing first was tracking down what staff they did have at the house. Understaffed her butt! The only staff they had left was her dad; the landscaper who was constantly mowing grass it seemed or re-mulching; the de Vincent driver; and Mrs. Kneely, an older woman who’d done the laundry services since Nikki was a little girl.
Beverly Kneely actually owed her own laundry business and only came to the house three times a week to take care of the linens and clothing.
According to Bev, whom she found in the large mudroom at the back of the house, packing up clothing that needed to be dry-cleaned, over the last couple of months, nearly everyone had quit.
“So, let me get this straight.” Nikki smoothed back a few strands that had escaped the knot she’d pulled her hair up in. “The waiters are gone, as are the maids?”
Bev’s buxom chest heaved as she nodded. “It’s just been your parents for the last three months. I think all that work was wearing poor Livie down.”
Anger flashed through Nikki. Hadn’t the de Vincents noticed how thin and tired her mom had been getting? How quickly she got out of breath? “Why didn’t the de Vincents hire someone to help?”
“Your father tried, but no one around here wants to come close to this place, not after what happened.”
She frowned. “You’re talking about Lawrence? What he did?”
Bev tied up the bags. “Not like that wasn’t bad enough, but that wasn’t the straw the broke the camel’s back around here.”
Nikki had no idea what she was talking about. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve been updated on all the crazy. What else happened?”
Looking around the room, Bev arched her brows as she headed toward the side door. “Walls got ears. You know that. You want to know what’s been going on here, you ask your father or one of the boys.”
Her lips pursed. She was so not asking the boys.
Bev stopped at the door and looked back. “I don’t think Devlin is going to be happy when he sees what you’re wearing.”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” It was jeans and a black tee shirt. No way was she going to dress like her mom or her dad. Her willingness to help her parents did not extend to wearing uniforms.
She looked down at herself and saw the hole just below the knee.Nikki sighed.Devlin was probably going to have a problem with the hole, but what Nikki wanted to
know was what the hell had happened in this house to drive almost all the staff away?It had to be something.Not just because the de Vincents paid extraordinarily well, but also because her father hadn’t told her.And that meant it was something really bad.
Moonlight Seduction is out June 26th, 2018!

Jennifer L. Armentrout Author Bio:

# 1 New York Times and # 1 International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki. In early 2015, Jennifer was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa, a group of rare genetic disorders that involve a breakdown and death of cells in the retina, eventually resulting in loss of vision, among other complications. Due to this diagnosis, educating people on the varying degrees of blindness has become of passion of hers, right alongside writing, which she plans to do as long as she can.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance.

She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her Wicked Series has been optioned by PassionFlix. Jennifer has won numerous awards, including the 2013 Reviewers Choice Award for Wait for You, the 2015 Editor’s Pick for Fall With Me, and the 2014/2015 Moerser-Jugendbuch- Jury award for Obsidian. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA. Her adult romantic suspense novel TILL DEATH was a Amazon Editor’s Pick and iBook Book of the Month. Her young adult contemporary THE PROBLEM WITH FOREVER is a 2017 RITA Award Winner in Young Adult Fiction. She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.

She is the owner of ApollyCon and The Origin Event, the successful annual events that features over a hundred bestselling authors in Young Adult, New Adult, and Adult Fiction, panels, parties, and more. She is also the creator and sole financier of the annual Write Your Way To RT Book Convention, a contest that gives aspiring authors a chance to win a fully paid trip to RT Book Reviews.

COVER REVEAL: The Prophecy


Desde hoy ya sabemos cómo será la portada de la última entrega de la saga Titan (spin-off de la saga Covenant)


sale a la venta el 20/3/18
y, como os decía, es la conclusión de esta épica y excitante tetralogía que, os recuerdo, poco a poco vamos teniendo en castellano también (El Retorno y El Poder son los dos primeros títulos en español)

A continuación, la portada con su sinopsis

History is on repeat…

Seth never thought he’d have a future. But now he’s on the brink of having it all with Josie: A tomorrow. A family. A forever. And all that's standing between him and that forever is the Titans. If he helps Josie entomb them -- without killing them, a nearly impossible task for him -- everything he could ever want will be in reach. But he soon realizes that as a god, every little choice he makes can reshape the world for the better… or worse. And in meddling with the Titans, Seth may have just set into motion catastrophic consequences that will force the Olympians to enter the mortal realm and reshape the delicate balance of power that keeps the world from total collapse.

A price must be paid…

Entombing the Titans is Josie’s top priority. After all, it was what she was born to do. But the plans her father put into play to help her are no longer an option, and the odds she and Seth face in forging their own path are grim. The escalating violence between halfs and pures only increases the danger closing in on them and their friends. Josie knows their chances of succeeding in their task are slim at best -- and if they fail, they might lose everything. But she also knows she's not fighting just for herself -- she's fighting for the man she loves, for their future, for the world. Together with the Army of Awesome, Josie and Seth will face the unthinkable. And to win this war, the ultimate sacrifice must be made.

For the end is here and the Prophecy will be fulfilled….History is on repeat…
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El libro en papel saldrá a la venta el mismo día de su lanzamiento.

No sé vosotr@s, pero de todas las portadas de la saga, coincido con la autora en que esta es la que más me gusta. Me parece que Drew (el modelo) está que se sale y me encantan esos ojos...además de que creo que capta muy bien el espíritu del personaje. ¿No creéis?
Bueno, va quedando menos para leer el final de otra increíble saga.
¡Qué nervios!



HOY, 30/1/18, ha salido a la venta
El primer libro de la saga de romance adulto/thriller de nuestra querida JLA
Para abrir el apetito, he pensado que estaría bien dejaros mi reseña del libro por aquí, así que eso voy a hacer...Espero que os guste. No dudéis en leer este libro, porque es...EXCITANTE.

Moonlight Sins de Jennifer L. Armentrout
(Saga De Vincent #1)
Romance contemporáneo/Thriller
Julia Hughes has always played it safe until she learned a very painful lesson. Now Julia’s starting over with a job in the Louisiana bayou—and a scorching encounter with a stranger, only to discover he’s Lucian de Vincent... her new employer. The de Vincent brothers share a massive fortune and a dark reputation. Julia cares for their troubled sister, but a menacing presence in the mansion—and the ever-present temptation of Lucian—prove dangerously distracting.

Lucian’s grandmother claimed de Vincent men fall in love once—and hard. Apparently, it’s Lucian’s turn. Julia’s compassionate care of his twin makes Lucian want to lay himself bare. But some secrets are better for Julia not to know.

The recent “suicide” of Lucian’s father is the latest in a string of deaths on the estate. Someone is eliminating the de Vincents. And the best way to get to Lucian may be through Julia...

Jennifer L. Armentrout abre camino a otra trilogía protagonizada por los hermanos de Vincent, pertenecientes a una de las familias más ricas de América y con muchos secretos familiares y una gran cantidad de esqueletos que esconder. 
"The nicknames were something morbid and bizarre, based on their wild and almost unbelievable behavior. Her heart leapt in her throat. She remembered what they were called. 
Moonlight Sins se centra en Lucian, el pequeño de los tres hermanos, al que la sociedad ha bautizado con el apodo de "Lucifer", un mote que está ganado a pulso, por lo que se ve; y en Julia, una enfermera que es contratada para atender a una persona muy especial en el hogar de los de Vincent. Ambos se conocen la noche antes de que Julia empiece su nuevo trabajo y la chispa y la pasión estalla entre ellos con fuerza. Pero Julia no sospecha quién es Lucian en realidad, hasta que le ve el día en que empieza su nuevo trabajo. 
Julia llega a la mansión de Vincent en un momento muy delicado y oscuro. Dos noches antes de su llegada al hogar de los de Vincent en Nueva Orleans, el patriarca de la familia es encontrado colgando de su propio cinturón en su despacho. Surgen muchas sospechas entorno al suicidio del padre de Vincent y se centran en los hijos, sobre todo en Lucian, que no tenía muy buena relación con su padre. 
Sí, el libro empieza tal cual. 
Fantasmas del pasado, secretos familiares y la sombra de una maldición que afecta a toda mujer que se relacione con la familia de Vincent se convierten en el escenario principal de esta novela, que además de ser romántica, tiene ese puntito de suspense que tanto le gusta a JLA. 
Y mientras lleva a cabo su trabajo Julia intentará resistir la tentación que supone Lucian, pero él no se rendirá hasta que sea suya. 
Cuando los de Vincent se enamoran, lo hacen rápido y con fuerza.
Pero los fantasmas y los secretos puede que sean demasiado para ellos...y el peligro acecha en el hogar de los De Vincent.

“Are you suggesting that I’m not decent?” One delicate brow rose. “Well, Ms. Hughes, I am rather indecent most of the time.”

Esta novela ha sido excitante y me la he leído en un periquete, aunque se me ha quedado un poco flojilla al final, me ha gustado mucho. Tiene todos los ingredientes que me gustan en una novela y está escrita por la increíble mano de JLA que consigue engancharte desde el principio y no te suelta hasta el final. De hecho, se me ha hecho super corta, no sé...Cuando estaba llegando hacia el final me he encontrado pensando: "¿Ya está?" Y eso me ha dado un poquito de bajón. 

“How can you be here and be the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen?”

Por otro lado, hay cierta parte del suspense que rodea a los De Vincent que se me ha quedado un poco cojo, aunque seguro que nos depara mucho más en los siguientes libros, ya que hay cierto misterio que se queda sin resolver, así que es de suponer que la tranquilidad no durará mucho en la familia de Vincent. 

“Lucifer,” she blurted out before she could stop herself. His brows rose about an inch and that smile spread, flashing straight, white teeth , and oh yeah, him smiling definitely amplified his hotness by about a million. “So, you’ve heard of me? Flattered,” he said, tone light, almost teasing."

La relación entre Julia y Lucian ha sido super explosiva y excitante. Ella intenta ser una profesional, pero la química que hay entre ellos y la perseverancia y carisma de Lucian son difíciles de resistir, así que no la culpo por haber caído en las manos de Lucian. Como siempre, las escenas entre ellos son exquisitas. JLA tiene un auténtico don en este sentido.
Ha sido sorprendente en algunos puntos, excitante y me ha entretenido mucho, así que por eso se lleva las 4 estrellas.

Ojalá publiquen esta novela en español en algún momento...
Y para la siguiente habrá que esperar hasta junio...Los hermanos de Vincent me tienen atrapada ya.

No os olvidéis de que podéis comprar el libro en: Amazon.com | B&N | Amazon.es | iBooks