"Noches frías y relatos de vidas pasadas que no regresarán..."

"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

Stay away from that boy. That's what they all told me, but I was never one to be obedient. The Boy who Broke the Rules. All Rights Reserved. * He was the mysterious lonely boy who found her in a clearing and told her to stay still as he sketched a portrait of her. Entranced by his voice and intensity of his gaze, she let him draw her. But what lay behind his sketches and silent stares was something more. And she was willing to find out.

Cuando Megara Muttini es solicitada por la capitana de las porristas para seducir a su ex novio, no lo puede creer. ¡Es la directora del periódico escolar! Debería haber sabido antes que nadie que ellos rompieron. Sin embargo, por un absurdo giro de la vida, termina aceptando la oferta. Jordan Saura es chico más ardiente de la secundaria, sin embargo, todavía no entiende por qué diablos la directora del periódico escolar parece estar interesada en él. ¿Será que conoce el secreto que tan celosamente intenta guardar? "Esta es la típica historia cliché pero admite que es tan cliché que te acabas riendo." (Café Librero) Novela publicada con Montena :D Disponible en librerías de Perú (por ahora). Página de facebook: https://www.facebook.com/valegarbo Instagram: @soyunamarmota Twitter: @Vale_Garbo Nota: Para preguntas sobre la historia (o sobre la existencia de Jordan), pueden revisar el capítulo de Preguntas Frecuentes.