miércoles, 27 de agosto de 2014

Cover Reveal + Excerpt: Shame by Rachel Van Dyken


Everything done in darkness, will eventually be brought into the light.

I ran, but all it did was keep me one step ahead of my past. I tried to start over; new name, new identity. But you can't change your soul.

A fresh start at college was just what I needed. For a while, it worked. I was the party girl, the one that seemed confident, but it was a lie.

When guys kissed me--I felt only pain. 

When they touched me--Nothing but fear.

Deep inside, every girl wants to be the beauty in the story, to find someone that will see you as their world. 

But the truth? I was the beast. And as much as I wanted redemption, I wasn't fool enough to think I'd ever get it. 

Until he walked into my life.

I wasn't prepared to fall for someone. My scars were too deep, the wounds too raw. But he offered me peace, he offered me security. I should have known it was just another lie--I should have known that falling in love with my professor was a bad idea.

But I was powerless to stop myself from falling. 

And he was powerless to catch me.

Because the darkness finally caught up to me, and as fate would have it, a cruel twist almost bled me dry. But I'm stronger than I knew. I'm stronger than you think.

You think you know my story, but you don't....after all everyone has Shame in their lives-- and I'm no longer afraid to show you mine.




“Just hold still!” I yelled, holding up my phone while Gabe gave me the finger. I grimaced and dropped the camera away from my face. “Nice, thanks for that.”
“I’m a giver.” He smirked.
Saylor, his wife, smacked him on the arm and rolled her eyes.
I scrunched up my face when he leaned in and took Saylor’s mouth with his, kissing her senseless in the local Starbucks like they were doing a romance scene in a movie. I coughed.
They didn’t pull apart.
So I took a picture.
I earned another finger, but Gabe still didn’t dislodge from his wife.
“Whoa!” Wes’s voice sounded from behind me. “They been at it long?”
“Are all newlyweds disgusting?” I voiced aloud.
Wes moved around the table with his wife, Kiersten, and gave me a goofy shrug. I wanted to roll my eyes, but Wes was too nice and hot. Let’s not forget the hot part. Both he and Gabe were like walking poster boys for GQ. Both blond, now that Gabe had decided to dye his hair back to his original color. It was like staring at two really bright superstars.
Hating them was like hating the Easter bunny. Try all you want, but you’ll eat every piece of chocolate in the basket, just you wait.
“So, classes?” Kiersten leaned forward. “I heard you got stuck with that hot new psych prof.”
Wes growled low in his throat.
“Down boy.” I braced my hands on the table and laughed. “Besides he’s not that hot.”
“A girl passed out.” Kiersten’s eyebrows shot up. “Like in class.”
“Dehydration?” I shrugged, taking a sip of coffee.
“Or…” She leaned forward. “…the rumors are true.”
“Rumors…” Gabe backed away from Saylor, his lips swollen. “…are always based on truth.”
“So you really did do a naked dance in your underwear last week after getting drunk downtown at Pike Place Market?” I tilted my head and waited while Gabe rolled his eyes and popped his knuckles. “Exactly.”
He opened his mouth.
I took a picture.
With a grimace, he snatched my phone away from me. “Never thought I’d have to tell you to lay off the pictures, Miss Paparazzi.”
I slumped in my seat. “It’s for an assignment with that hot professor.”
“Aha!” Kiersten jabbed her finger at me. “I knew it.”
I pinned her with a look. “Sarcasm, friend, sarcasm.”
“Boys get girls pregnant,” Gabe offered, while Wes choked on the coffee he’d just stolen out of my hand.
Serves him right!
“Don’t date them.”
“You’re going to be a great dad.” I smiled sweetly. “What? You’re just going to lock your girls in their rooms and go—” I mimicked his voice. “—uh, you see boy parts are bad, they make girls have lots of babies, like rabbits, and you know how rabbits make dad nervous and—”
“Hilarious,” Gabe’s eyes narrowed. “And please don’t talk about kids yet…”
Saylor laughed quietly next to him then squeezed his arm.
My heart dropped.
A very long time ago, I’d wanted to be that for Gabe, then Taylor happened and well… I shuddered, blocking out the painful memories, the things I’d done, the things he’d done, the things we’d done.
“You okay?” Wes asked, his voice soft. He was way too perceptive for my taste. If I’d wanted to share, he’d be the guy I’d talk to, but I was a vault. Sharing meant admitting my guilt, and admitting meant I’d probably go insane just like he had.
“Yeah…” I straightened in my seat. “…I just don’t want to fail my class, and I need to write down nonverbal cues and take at least one picture. And pretty sure I need to ace this first assignment on account that I was late to my prof’s class, and I got in trouble.”
“He spank you?” Gabe’s eyes mocked across his coffee.
“Yes, Gabe,” I said calmly. “Because that’s how they punish bad students here at UW — with a yardstick and a smile.”
“I wish.” He whistled. “What I wouldn’t give to have Saylor—”
I plugged my ears.
He threw his head back and laughed while Saylor turned bright red and put her hand over his mouth to shush him.
“So…” Wes ignored Gabe as was his usual and leaned across the table. “…why don’t you take pictures of people here in the coffee shop? I mean, ask permission, but most people here are super interesting, right? Studying? Stressed out? Tired?” He pointed to a guy in the corner. “He looks like he’s running on five cups of coffee and one hour of sleep. Go ask, take the picture, make some notes, project done.”
“You make it sound so easy,” I grumbled.
He grinned. “I’m Wes Michels.”
I hung my head lower and grimaced.
“Phone.” He held out his hand and stood.
Within minutes, not only had he snapped two pictures for me but had taken notes on two pre-med students who had stayed up all night cramming for what they’d assumed would be a pop quiz, only to find out that they’d been in the wrong class on the wrong day.
“And that’s why I'm not pre-med.” Gabe shuddered.
“Really?” Kiersten asked. “I thought it was because big words scared you?”
“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. What now?” He nodded. “Keep talking, Kiersten, or keep walking.”
“Spell it.” She smirked.
“So this professor…” Gabe changed the subject. “If he tries anything, use the Mace or the rape whistle.”
“Right.” I nodded. “I’ll be sure to do that. In class. With a hundred other students. When he looks at me cross-eyed.”
“Good,” he huffed.
“I was kidding.”

Saylor patted Gabe’s shoulder. “Gotta let the baby birds out of the nest someday, Gabe.”


Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com


viernes, 15 de agosto de 2014


Dark Unicorn Ediciones y el equipo RELP te invitan a participar de un nuevo sorteo INTERNACIONAL celebrando otro lanzamiento, ¡Humo entre los Árboles! el segundo volumen dentro de la serie #RELP Si eres blogguer literario y /o tienes una cuenta en Goodreads, ¡No te lo puedes perder!

¿Qué se sortea? TODO ESTO:

¿Cómo se puede participar? Lee atentamente las BASES DEL SORTEO (insertar este link sobre el texto en mayúsculas: http://ladywolvesbayne.com/h-e-l-a/sorteo/) y llévate el siguiente banner al sidebar de tu blog, para identificarte como participante. Ganar es muy fácil, hay muchas oportunidades, pero el requisito fundamental (y excluyente) es SUBIR UNA RESEÑA de Humo entre los Árboles, el nuevo volumen de esta serie, ya sea en tu blog literario o en tu cuenta de Goodreads*.


*Presta mucha atención a los requisitos fundamentales en la web de la autora, ¡Se descalificará a los participantes que no cumplan las normas! ¡GRACIAS POR HACER GRANDE ESTE PROYECTO!

jueves, 14 de agosto de 2014

HELA, Ebook Edición Lite

El 10 de Agosto, HELA de Melisa Ramonda debutó en el primer lugar en la categoría de Fantasía, Futurístico y Fantasmas.

FACEBOOK (like para enterarte de todo antes que nadie!


EDICIÓN DELUXE (con material extra) a partir de Setiembre, pronto más detalles.
RECUERDA que los bloggueros literarios PUEDEN HACER SU SOLICITUD con nosotros como lo hacen con cualquier sello editorial para obtener beneficios exclusivos, chequea en este enlace en qué consiste el sistema de afiliados de nuestra web. A partir del 15 estaremos sorteando algunos packs de libros como para mover un poquito más el guiso, pero la verdad es que no hay palabras para agradecer lo que es poner un estreno en tan buenos lugares, tan rápido ^^ ¡Es genial!

miércoles, 13 de agosto de 2014

Sinopsis (Contraportada Interna)

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Para los que aún no están enterados o no han visto las novedades estos días, quiero avisarles que Alan D.D. publica su primera novela en Amazon DENTRO DE POCO, MUY MUY POCO.

Semana a semana nos ha ido dando retazos de información a los bloggers que lo ayudamos en la promoción, y así será hasta que termine todo y nos de la fecha de lanzamiento.

La semana pasada mostramos la portada oficial, ahora les vengo con la sinopsis oficial, una especie de contraportada interna y, ¿Por qué no? Una contraportada por si en un futuro sale en físico (¡Crucen dedos para que sea así!)

Según el autor, la historia es romance contemporáneo, pero como buen adicto que es, tiene toques paranormales, digamos que algunos tintes de terror, una pequeña dosis de comedia y un poco de todo para que cualquier pueda disfrutar de la historia.

¿Qué dicen? ¿Se animan a leerla cuando salga? ¡Nos vemos la semana que viene con UN VIDEO!


jueves, 7 de agosto de 2014

Entre Frases 1: Especial Alessandra Neymar. (Bajo el cielo purpura de Roma)

¡Buen día, amigos! Este es el primer ''Entre Frases'' de este blog... Hoy les traigo algunas frases de unos libros que son conocidos por algunos por otros no tanto. Por lo que decidí hacerlo como un especial dedicado a una de mis escritoras favoritas: Alessandra Neymar y su Saga Bajo El Cielo Purpura De Roma. Los libros que conforman esta saga son: Mírame y Dispara, Traición...       

Sin mas rodeos aquí vamos!

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 Si te hice daño, lo lamento. Si he sido un imbécil, lo lamento. Y no, no quiero que dejes de hablarme. (Mírame y Dispara)

— No pasa nada, Kathia —susurré, tranquilizándola. Ella frunció el ceño.
— No es la primera vez que disparas, ¿verdad? —dijo con un tono cálido. Me tranquilizó, su rostro parecía confiar en mí. Mi silencio le dio la respuesta. (Mírame y Dispara)

— Es mía, Cristianno. Me pertenece y voy a casarme con ella. 
— Lo dudo. —Torció el gesto intentando una sonrisa—. Tú no eres el elegido. (Mírame y Dispara)

— Eres… tan hermosa… —Se le estaba escapando la vida— No me guardes… rencor. ¿Me lo prometes? (Mírame y Dispara)

 <<Soy una Gabbana. Soy venganza>>  (Traición) 

— Sarah… —replicó removiéndose en el asiento—, sé que es difı́cil para ti asimilar todo esto y estarías en todo tu derecho si decides que no te convengo, pero… (Traición)

— Te quiero, Kathia… Te quiero —exhalé. Su rostro, sus ojos, su cuerpo…toda ella fue mi último pensamiento antes de irme… (Traición)

Me atreví a mirarle. Estaba a unos metros de mí, cabizbajo, con el rostro contraído por el falso dolor que padecía y los ojos enrojecidos. Por suerte, no derramó ni una lágrima, porque si lo hubiera hecho, se las habría hecho tragar.
— Traidor. ¡¡Maldito traidor!!— (Traición)

viernes, 1 de agosto de 2014


Quiero FELICITAR a: Alan D.D., ya que muy pronto saldrá a la venta su primera novela en Amazon y me he unido a  los bloggers que estan poniendo mi granito de arena promocionando un poco... 


¡Un adelanto de la portada oficial!
¿Qué creen que está detrás de ese remolino?
¡Nos vemos la semana que viene con otro adelanto!

Hoy les vengo a revelar la *Redoble de tambores* ¡Portada oficial!

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Fue diseñada por Andrés Antinoro, primo de Alan.


Nota escrita por Becky Celta.