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"- Si me lo permites -dijo él en voz baja.-, te buscaré otra vez durante el sueño. Te encontraré y terminaré lo que empecé ¿Eso te gustaría Jane? ¿Te gustaría tener un orgasmo para mí?"
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Amante Oscuro *libro 1*
Reseña: En las sombras de la noche, en Caldwell (Nueva York), se desarrolla una sorda y cruel guerra entre los vampiros y sus verdugos. Y existe una hermandad secreta de seis vampiros guerreros, los defensores de toda su raza. Ninguno de ellos desea aniquilar a sus enemigos con tanta ansia como Wrath, el campeón de la Hermandad de la Daga Negra... Wrath, el vampiro de raza más pura de los que aún pueblan la tierra, tiene una deuda pendiente con los que, hace siglos, mataron a sus padres. Cuando cae muerto uno de sus más fieles guerreros, dejando huérfana a una muchacha mestiza, ignorante de su herencia y su destino, no le queda más remedio que arrastrar a la bella joven al mundo de los no-muertos. Traicionada por la debilidad de su cuerpo, Beth Randall se ve impotente para resistir los avances de ese desconocido, increíblemente atractivo, que la visita cada noche, envuelto en las sombras. Sus historias sobre la Hermandad la aterran y la fascinan... y su simple roce hace que salte la chispa de un fuego que puede acabar consumiéndoles a los dos.
Amante Eterno *Libro 2*
Reseña: Bajo las sombras de la noche, en Caldwell, Nueva York, se libra una mortífera guerra territorial entre los vampiros y sus cazadores. Existe una escalofriante banda secreta, formada por seis hermanos, guerreros vampiros, defensores de su raza. Todos son terribles, aunque ninguno de ellos se deleita más matando a sus enemigos que Wrath, el líder de la Hermandad de la Daga Negra... Dentro de la hermandad, Rhage es el vampiro de más destructivas pulsiones. Es el mejor luchador, el más rápido, el más impulsivo, y el amante más apasionado; porque en su interior arde una feroz maldición impuesta por la Virgen Escribana. Poseído por esa fuerza oscura, Rhage teme el momento en que su dragón interior se desate, convirtiéndolo en un peligro para todos los que están a su alrededor. Mary Luce, superviviente de muchas penalidades, es arrojada contra su voluntad al mundo de los vampiros y queda bajo la protección de Rhage. Con una maldición propia, que amenaza su vida, Mary no busca amor. Hace años que perdió su fe en los milagros. Pero cuando la intensa atracción animal de Rhage se convierte en una pasión mayor, emocional, él sabe que debe hacer que Mary sea solamente suya. Y mientras sus enemigos se aproximan, Mary lucha desesperadamente por alcanzar la vida eterna junto a su amado...
Amante Despierto *Libro 3*
Reseña: Antiguo esclavo de sangre, el vampiro Zsadist todavía lleva las cicatrices de un pasado lleno de sufrimiento y humillación. Conocido por su innegable furia y su siniestro carácter, es un salvaje temido tanto por humanos como por vampiros. La rabia es su única compañía, y el terror su única pasión, hasta que rescata a la hermosa aristócrata de la diabólica sociedad de restrictotes. Bella se siente irremediablemente atraída por el increíble poder que Zsadist posee. Pero incluso mientras su mutuo deseo empieza a apoderarse de ambos, la sed de venganza de Zsadist contra los secuestradores de Bella le lleva a la locura. Ahora Bella debe ayudarle a superar las heridas de su tortuoso pasado, y encontrar un futuro con ella...
Amante Confeso *Libro 4*
Reseña: Butch O'Neal es un luchador nato. Un duro ex policía de homicidios y el único humano al que se le ha permitido el acceso a la Hermandad de la Daga Negra. Y quiere adentrarse más aún en ese mundo, para comprometerse con la guerra contra los restrictores. No tiene nada que perder. Su corazón pertenece a una mujer-vampiro, una hermosa aristócrata que está fuera de su alcance. Si no puede tenerla, entonces al menos puede luchar junto a los Hermanos. El destino lo maldice con lo que más quiere. Cuando Butch se sacrifica para salvar a un vampiro civil de los restrictores, cae preso de la fuerza más oscura de la guerra. Abandonado a su suerte, lo encuentran de milagro y la Hermandad llama a Marissa para traerlo de vuelta, aunque tal vez ni siquiera su amor por él pueda conseguir salvarlos
Amante Desatado *Libro 5*
Reseña: Implacable y brillante, Vishous, hijo del Sanguinario, se encuentra bajo la influencia de una maldición y una aterradora habilidad para ver el futuro. Antes de su transformación, creció en el campo de batalla de su padre en el que sufrió abusos y estuvo constantemente atormentado. Como miembro de la Hermandad, no tiene ningún interés en el amor o en los sentimientos, sólo piensa en la lucha contra la Sociedad Restrictora. Pero cuando una herida mortal le deja bajo el cuidado de una enfermera humana, la doctora Jane Whitcomb, ésta le obliga a revelar su dolor interior y a saborear el auténtico placer por primera vez, hasta que un destino que él no ha elegido lo elige para mandarlo a un futuro que no la incluye a ella…
Amante Consagrado *Libro 6*
Reseña: Extremadamente leal a la Hermandad de la Daga Negra, Phury no ha hecho más que sacrificarse por el bien de su raza, convirtiéndose en el hermano que tendrá que perpetuar el linaje de su Hermandad. Como el Gran Padre de las Elegidas, está obligado a ser el progenitor de los hijos e hijas que asegurarán la conservación de las tradiciones de la raza y que haya futuros guerreros para que luchen contra aquellos que quieren la extinción de los vampiros. Mientras, la intención de la Elegida Cormia, su Primera Compañera, no es sólo ganarse su cuerpo, sino también su corazón, aunque para ella sola... Se siente muy atraída por la noble responsabilidad que se esconde tras el macho emocionalmente herido. Pero Phury nunca se ha permitido conocer el placer o la alegría. A medida que la lucha contra la Sociedad Restrictiva se recrudece, la tragedia se cierne sobre la mansión de la Hermandad, y Phury tendrá que decidir entre el deber y el amor
Extracto de Lover Mine!!!! *0* (spoiler)

Miér Sep 30 2009, 11:32 por Bella

  • Asi como leen... hay un extracto de Lover Mine!! y se los dejo aqui!
    un detalle no menor... esta en ingles, asi que si hay una persona de noble corazon que lo pueda y quiera traducir...
    le estaemos eternamente agradecid@s.


    BEAR IN MIND THIS IS UNEDITED SO YOU MAY SEE SOME MISTAKES AND IT MIGHT BE SLIGHTLY DIFF FROM WHAT'S IN BACK OF COVET (I did the c/es on a different file for the COVET gallies)

    Excerpt from LOVER MINE


    Spoiler:
    "Okay, I think we´re done."

    John felt a last dragging swipe on his shoulder and then the tattoo gun went silent. Sitting up from the rest he´d been curled against for the last two hours, he stretched his arms over his head and pulled his torso back into shape.

    "Gimme a sec and I´ll clean you up."

    As the human male headed for a stainless steel sink, John settled his weight on his spine once again, and let the tingling hum that stretched across his upper back reverberate through his whole body.

    In the lull that followed, an odd memory came to him, one he hadn´t thought of for years. It was from his days of living at Our Lady´s orphanage, back when he hadn´t known what he truly was. One of the benefactors of the place had been a rich man who owned a big house on the shores of Saranac Lake. Every summer, the kids had been invited to go up for a day and play on his football-sized lawn and go for rides on his beautiful wooden boat and eat sandwiches and watermelon.

    John had always gotten a sunburn. No matter how much goo they slathered on him, his skin had always burned to a crisp- until they finally relegated him to shade on the porch. Forced to wait things out on the sidelines, he´d watched the other boys and girls do their thing, listening to the laughter roll across the bright green grass, having his food brought to him and eating alone, witnessing the fun instead of being a part of it.

    Funny, his back felt now as his skin had then: tight and prickly, especially as the tattoo artist came back with a wet cloth and made circles over the fresh ink.

    Man, John could remember dreading that annual ordeal at the lake. He´d wanted so badly to be with others... although if he was honest, that had been less about what they were doing, and more because he was desperate to fit in. For fuck´s sake, they could have been chewing on glass shards and bleeding down the front of their shirts and he still would have been all, sign-me-up.

    Those six hours on that porch with nothing but a comic book or maybe a fallen bird´s nest to inspect and reinspect had seemed as long as months. Too much time to think and yearn. He´d always hoped to be adopted and in lonely moments like that the drive had consumed him: Even more than being one among the other little boys, he´d wanted a family, a real mother and a father, not just guardians who were paid to raise him.

    He´d wanted to be owned. He´d wanted someone to say you´re mine.

    Of course, now that he knew what he was... now that he lived as a vampire among vampires, he understood that `owning´ thing much more clearly. Sure, humans had a concept of family units and marriage and all that shit, but vampires were more like pack animals. Blood ties and matings were far more visceral and all-consuming.

    As he thought about his younger, sadder self, his chest ached- although not because he wished he could reach back in time and tell that little kid that his parents were coming for him. Nope, he ached because the very thing he´d wanted had nearly destroyed him. His adoption had indeed come, but the `owning´ hadn´t stuck. Wellsie and Tohr had waltzed into his life, told him what he was and shown him a brief glimpse of home... and then disappeared.

    So he could say categorically, it was far worse to have had and lost parents, then have not had them at all.

    Yeah, sure, Tohr was technically back in the Brotherhood´s mansion, but to John he was ever away: even though he was now saying the right things, too many take offs had occurred such that now that a landing might actually have occurred, it was too late.

    John was done with that whole Tohr thing.

    "Here´s a mirror. Check `er out, my man."

    John nodded a thank you and went over to a full lengther in the corner. As Blay came back in from his cigarette and Qhuinn emerged from behind the side room´s curtain, John turned around and got a look-see at what was doing on his back.

    It was exactly what he wanted. And the scroll work was boss.

    He nodded as he moved the hand mirror around, checking out every angle. Man, it was kind of a shame that no one other than his boys were ever going to see this. The tat was spectacular.

    Xhex´s name was in his skin. Ever a part of him. `Til death did his flesh decay off his bones.
    No matter what happened next, whether he found her dead or alive, she would always be with him.

    The sight of those four Old Language characters eased him. Which was more than he could say of anything else he´d tried. Drinking, working out to exhaustion, fighting lessers until they weren´t the only ones bleeding... nothing gave him any peace.

    These last two weeks since her abduction had been the longest of his life. And he´d had some pretty fucking long days before this shit.

    God, to not know where she was. To not know what had happened to her. To have lost her... he felt as if he´d been mortally injured though his skin was intact and his arms and legs unbroken and his chest unpenetrated by bullet or blade.

    She hadn´t wanted him, true. She had shut him out, true. But here was the thing. After having become toxic over the rejection, it had dawned on him that although she didn´t feel the same way he did, he could still own his own emotions.

    He could still pledge his life to her. And kill to find her. And bring her home in whatever condition she was in- whether it was to heal her or bury her.

    She was his. And the lack of reciprocation didn´t change that reality. Even if he got her back just so she could live a life that didn´t include him, that was okay. He just wanted her safe and alive.

    Guess that was how he knew he really did love her.

    John looked at the artist, put his hand over his heart and bowed deeply. As he rose from his position of gratitude, the man stuck his palm out.

    "You´re welcome, man. Means a lot that you approve. Let me cover it up now with some wrap."

    After they shook, John signed and Blay translated, "Not necessary. He heals lightening quick."

    "But it´s going to need time to-" The tattoo artist leaned in and then frowned as he inspect where he´d worked.

    Before the guy started asking questions, John stepped back and grabbed his shirt from Blay. The fact was, the ink they´d brought with them had been lifted from V´s stash- which meant part of its composition included salt. That name and those fabulous swirls were in John´s skin permanently- and his skin had already healed.

    Which was one advantage of being a nearly pure bred vampire.

    Blaylock handed over John´s jacket, and as the woman Qhuinn had balled came out from behind the side room´s curtain, it was hard not to notice the Blay´s pained expression. As someone who also had their shorties in a pinch over the whole unrequited love thing, John´s first impulse was to reach out to his buddy, but he held off.

    Sometimes all a guy had going for him was his dignity.

    "The tat rocks," Qhuinn said.

    As the woman nodded and slipped a piece of paper into Qhuinn´s back pocket, John wanted to tell her not to get her hopes up. Once the guy had someone that was it- kind of like his sex partners were disposable razors he used to shave off the edges of his aggression. Unfortunately said Kat von D lookalike had stars in her eyes..

    "Call me," she whispered to him with a confidence that would fade as the days passed.

    Qhuinn smiled a little. "Take care."

    At the sound of the two words, Blay relaxed, his big shoulders easing up. In Qhuinn-landia, `take care´ was synonymous with `I´m never going to see, call or fuck you again.´

    John took out his wallet, which stuffed with tons of bills and absolutely no identification, and peeled off four hundreds. Which was twice what the tat cost. As the artist started shaking his head and saying it was too much, John nodded at Qhuinn.

    The two of them lifted their right palms at the humans, and then reached into those minds and covered up the memories of the last couple hours. Neither the artist nor the receptionist would have any concrete recollection of what had been done. At the most, they might have hazy dreams. At the least, they´d have a headache.

    As the pair slipped into trances, John, Blay and Qhuinn walked out of the shop´s door and into the shadows. They waited until the artist shook himself into focus, went over and flipped the lock... and then it time to get back to business.

    "The Iron Mask?" Qhuinn asked. His voice was a little lower than usual, evidence of post-coital satisfaction.

    Blay lit up a Dunhill as John nodded and signed, They´re expecting us.
    One after another, the three of them disappeared into the night. John was the last to ghost out and he paused for a moment, his instincts ringing.

    Looking left and right, his laser-sharp eyes penetrated the darkness. Trade Street had a lot of neon lights and there were cars going by because it was only two a.m., but he wasn´t interested in the lit parts.
    The dark allies were the thing.
    Somebody was watching them.
    He put his hand inside his leather jacket and closed his palm around his dagger´s hilt. He had no problem killing the enemy, especially now when he knew damn well who had his female... and he hoped something that smelled like a week-old dead deer stepped up to him.
    No such luck. Instead, his cell phone went off with a whistle. No doubt Qhuinn and/or Blay was wondering where the fuck he was.
    He waited a minute more and decided the information from the Shadows was more important than throwing down with whatever slayer was hanging back in the shadows. Xhex was the focus. She was the only thing that matter in his whole world. Getting her home safe was the be all and end all.
    With vengeance flowing thick in his veins, John dematerialized into thin air, leaving nothing of himself behind


    Todos los creditos al grupo yahoo "La Tumba" usuarios Vik y Maye




    *off: esta parte me mato... unas lagrimitas rodaron por mi rostro...
    Spoiler:
    Xhex´s name was in his skin. Ever a part of him. `Til death did his flesh decay off his bones.
    No matter what happened next, whether he found her dead or alive, she would always be with him.


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Reseña: En las oscuras esquinas de la noche en Caldwell, Nueva York, un conflicto como ningún otro ruge. Largamente dividida en un terrible campo de batalla para los vampiros y sus enemigos, la ciudad es el hogar de una banda de Hermanos nacidos para defender a su raza: los guerreros vampiros de la de la Daga Negra. John Matthew ha recorrido un largo camino desde que fue encontrado viviendo entre humanos, su naturaleza vampírica desconocida para él mismo y para aquellos que lo rodean. Después de ser acogido por la Hermandad, nadie puede imaginar cual es su propia historia... o su verdadera identidad. De hecho, el perdido Hermano Darius ha regresado, pero con una cara diferente y un destino muy distinto. John toma la guerra dentro de su corazón como una cruel venganza personal, él necesitará recordar a ambos: quien es ahora y quien fue una vez para enfrentarse a la encarnación del mal. Xhex, una asesina symphath, se ha resistido largo tiempo contra la atracción entre ella y John Matthew. Habiendo perdido ya a un amante por culpa de la locura, no permitirá al macho de valía caer preso de la oscuridad de su retorcida vida. Cuando el destino interviene, sin embargo, los dos descubren que el amor, como el destino, es inevitable entre almas emparejadas.
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