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This entry may sound familiar to some, since it is one I did in my corner of Jane Austen blog a while ago, when there was no established home in the open section in this blog. But I thought it would be better here, so that I have moved.

While I walking through the book section of the mall of my people a home in the Romance section caught my attention alarmingly, and not because it was no big deal, but on the contrary, because the responsibility for it had not eaten anything to make her head.

The book is called "Vanity " by writer Jane Feather and on the cover you can see a huge black horse-drawn carriage, with a mansion in the background and foreground ......¡ DELETE DELETE !!......¡ to Sienna Miller !...... a moment ... ?...¿ like Sienna Miller?

Well if you or a clone or twin that wears well and holds onto it the same way as the walls. The gentleman who commissioned the cover, it is a man because I could not help open the book and find the behalf of the above, it seems that he really liked the movie "Casanova " and liked so much that he took a picture of Sienna Miller Franchesca playing the character, put a little fotochop up to look like a drawing and arranging the column (very observant man) creating a fine art painting.

Why do this? Do they think nobody will notice? because if I did it anyone can, and most important question ... would you have paid royalties to Disney Sienna or (producer of " Casanova" ) to use the image?

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The new kid on the month of February is one that raises passions and rightly so!, This American born in North Dakota German and Polish roots called Kellan Lutz, and know him as Emmett, an of the members of the Cullen family in the Twilight saga .

With its 1, 85 tall and 84 kilos of muscle, this man is physically ideal of the perfect man, to what he has to add his great humility, sympathy and worker status (how do you think keeps that body?!)

If you have not convinced yet beloved, click on the link and see this video and I never doubt him return unto: Kellan Lutz (and abs) on Ellen's show (disbelief when the abs is at minute 5)

As always, super presentation of best images (which are numerous) at the end of the blog.

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New Criticism Comanche Moon Mermaid

They called Hunter, the fierce Comanche warrior chosen by his people to travel along the wild western lands in search of the elusive woman fulfill their sacred prophecy.
"For the sake of the Comanche people, you will find the woman Hair color of honey, bring to us, and honor as you've never done with another "Loretta Simpson
Then came to him like a vision, a proud beauty of golden hair. Loretta, however, had real terror to all the Comanches since these parents brutally murdered. It has now been taken prisoner by one of them, and nothing will allay the fear and hatred she feels inside.
I do not know is that she and Hunter are joined by more than the ties that prevent escape: they are united by fate. And although he has vowed to fight against his captor, can fight what your heart tells you?

Awesome, awesome and unique, I cried with happiness, I laughed and I had the heart in a fist.
Rarely does a book make you feel both, rarely can cause so many emotions together and can be absorbent so that you get to delve fully into the world that recreates.

This book has been a wonderful discovery after reading an endless list of "clunkers" mediocrity "and" passable "I almost had lost hope in the current literature, its writers and publishers .... !!.... but as the light at the end of the tunnel appeared Comanche Moon hopes to return the books (this is been a bit biblical right?)

sure you've all seen a movie of cowboys and Indians, I took life and I love seeing them, but one is to wonder how history was viewed from the standpoint of the losing side?, have you ever thought of American Indians as something more than a cliche of old movies with feathers and tomahawks?

This story book and delve into that part that recently, the Indians, their society, their day to day, beyond the image of unscrupulous fierce warrior and the threat to the white.

The book revolves around the love story of Loretta (a white or coughed vosi) and Hunter (a Comanche with some white blood), both of different races and different mentalities, but share a deep sadness for the loss their loved ones at the hands of the opposing side, the Comanches were tortured and killed the parents of Loretta in their noses and coughed vosi massacred part of the town of Hunter and ended with his wife, who was pregnant a few months, with a past and what future can they have together?

Catherine Anderson's writing does not let you breathe, the story does not decline at any time, continuously things happen that you are in suspense and heart in throat, Catherine is a wonderful storyteller, not overwhelmed with unnecessary descriptions and manages to empathize with the characters and their emotions, in addition to historical research note to both the White lives on a ranch, like a Comanche tribe, who are behind the book, because if anything stands out to Catherine is the brutality of the events, but always trying to tackle the most subtle way possible.

The characters do not fall into the easy clichés, there are no good or bad very bad total, all have reason for revenge and old hatreds, fears, insecurities and hopes.

Another thing in favor of Catherine, is that it was entirely fair and equitable to both the Indians and with vosi tosi, this book is not bad and good side, the book takes place in a war, and war to survive throughout the world regardless of which side is make mistakes and sometimes commit atrocities.

And now let me turn to what I liked about the book ........(¡ to cross out cross out!) to Hunter!

on my podium of the male literary characters were: Mr Darcy (Pride and Prejudice ), Jacob Black (Twilight ) and Drustan Mckeltar ( El beso del highlander ), ahora ellos tendrán que hacerle un hueco a este pedazo de hombre llamado Cazador. Este fragmento del libro puede ayudaros a entender mi fascinación por él:

"Montaba orgulloso en su semental negro, con unos hombros oscuros y relucientes bien erguidos, las piernas embutidas en piel presionando la montura con fuerza. Una ráfaga de viento levantó su pelo color caoba, y lo hizo volar en mechones que enmarcaban su rostro bronceado y finamente labrado.
Lo primero que pensó Loretta es que parecía diferente a los otros. Cuando pudo verle más de cerca supo por qué. Era sin duda un mestizo, más alto que los demás, y de piel más clara.
If not for his dark complexion and long hair, it would have passed for a white man. Everything else about him was wild, from the cruel gesture of his mouth so expertly that I had to balance on his horse, as if he and the animal were the same thing. (........)

Loretta moved closer to the window to see better. Then she saw him. Hunter. He had heard his name whispered with fear in some stories. But until then had not believed they were true. A blue-eyed mestizo, one of the bloodiest and most dangerous adversaries with the U.S. military had faced. "

is to be impressed or is not it, but look beyond the wild and mesmerizing, I find a good-hearted man, whom circumstances have forced him to take a path of blood that did not. It is an incredible character, complex and evolving. Loretta will have the time of the wonderful man who hides behind the warrior. I could say a thousand things of this character, but I do not destriparos more than necessary is better that you discover it yourself.

For Loretta, the poor girl is not your typical star-romantic historical novel, is mute, due to trauma of the death of their parents since the fateful day not been able to drop word, something crucial in the plot, as there is a legend hanging over Hunter Legend that says that Hunter is in love with a white hair yellow, which can not talk, so when one partner of the protagonist discovers a woman of such features on a ranch living, Hunter is soon to go there with half a town and 50 horses (or so) to "buy" and make her his wife and thus fulfill the prophecy.

Although it must be said that neither relish the idea of \u200b\u200bmarriage, especially Loretta, who hates the Comanches and Hunter try to escape at every opportunity, but of course this is not very excited about marrying a tosi vosi, first does the obligation to fulfill the prophecy, yet, although rebels Loretta continuously and will cause a headache, he never discharged his hatred of the white race with her.

Theirs is a love story hopelessly impossible, in which both find that their love for one another is greater than their differences and hatred, which does not take away the pass canutas continuously until the end of the book.

"Within minutes, the brave warriors had driven all the spears on the ground and ridden to the top of the hill. Loretta got his hand as a visor, trying to see Hunter in the crowd. Recognize at this distance was impossible. Then disappeared behind the mound. Loretta stood staring at the empty horizon, chest out of breath and still trembling knees.
-Goodbye my friend whispered.
As if he had heard, Hunter came back just at the top of the hill. Stopping the horse, stretched and lifted his head, forming a dark silhouette, and arrow quiver on his shoulder, shield resting on the thigh and her long hair fluttering in the wind.
Forgetting that his family could see her, Loretta down the porch steps and out into the garden to make sure that Hunter could see it. Then he waved. He stayed there for a few seconds, and Loretta stood still, trying to save his image. When he had gone around the horse and disappeared, Loretta still stood there a moment.
"I will recognize the song that your heart sing, huh? And you know mine. ""

The book is littered with fragments of remembrance, deep, funny and sweetened, so the post of colors are required, except if you read it in a computer file as I have done, hence the posts are useless. Something I want to add is that this is the only book I managed to read in this format (always the left half), which says a lot about him.

This book belongs to a series, which I hope to publish entirely in English, and whose following Antelope protagonists are Veloz, a Comanche village boy, and Amy, the first cousin of Loretta. It is impossible not to catch them love both characters and their peculiar and innocent love story, which promises much in the next book. Amy will go through a very difficult experience and support will be Antelope Veloz, a gizmo to hormones riots and birds in the head, which gives us unforgettable moments like these:

"I would fix you, so take it as wife. Not now, of course. When older. "The young soldier squared her shoulders. "I'll pay a handsome dowry, fifty horses and ten blankets. Hunter
smiled. After a year of raiding, Antelope Veloz was only ten horses. How many horses thought to rob? Fast-Antelope
even think she likes you.
"You do not like too much to your hair yellow.
(... ... ... ....)
- Can we discuss this another time?
- No! I mean ... well, I've heard others talk warriors. I'm not the only one who loves. If I wait, can you accept the offer of another. She is very good, right?
Hunter wondered whether they were talking about the same scrawny girl. After focusing on Antelope Veloz, who was only a few years older than Amy. Assumed that a young man should find Amy attractive playful beauty.
"I see your concern. But you forget one thing, Antelope Veloz. It turns out that you have proven to be a loyal friend to me. Not accept the bid of any other. Are you reassured that? "

Antelope Veloz shows an inclination towards Amy evident from the outset, we can speak of love at first sight, but Amy as her cousin Loretta, Comanches sees as mere animals, and take time to trust Antelope Veloz.

"Amy took his arm.
- Will you make that kid go? Hunter
fingers removed the arm and rose.
-Antelope Veloz is a good friend of mine. It is good that is out there. It will not hurt.
(... .. ...)
Antelope Veloz was only inches from the entrance, with outstretched necks to see below the Hunter's arm. Hunter closed the curtain of skin.
-Antelope Veloz, stop spying. The're bothering.
"It's very golden, right?
Hunter had the strange feeling that the boy had not heard a word of what he said.
"Very scared. You. Wants you to go, and do not blame her. Habeas as a rabid wolf.
The dimple in her cheek became more pronounced.
"That's a good sign, right? Is fixed on me. Hunter
went away shaking his head . "

recommend the following songs to listen while reading Comanche Moon:

- of 15 Step Radiohead

- Parachute of Cheryl Cole

(Especially the first song, is perfect)

Note: 10! (I never put the highest mark, but this book deserves it, so do not hesitate for a moment make him and start reading, I love it!)

Cervical Mucus Is Watery And Very Less

History

short story I submitted to a contest blogger some time ago.

Jane took the keys quickly and opened the back door of the club sports. The closed with great care not to make noise, because if the neighbors heard, their complaints could cause the pay for the keys to train in the evening to end. He placed the bag
sport in the grass near a hammock that the manager had forgotten to save, undressed and carefully folded clothes on top of the hammock.
With a relaxed pace went to the pool.
As I walked, watching the soft grass, thinking about all the things that had happened, the strange boy who had been in the water from his window the night before, was sure to have seen a large green tail instead of legs. That was crazy, no doubt in the dark view played a trick on him, he even became convinced he had not even really seen that boy, but when he found the next morning while walking along the promenade, all the barriers that had risen to forget the issue, disappeared with lightning speed. That guy was really red, flesh and blood, and how he had looked as if he kept a huge secret, as if she knew that she had seen that night on the beach, made him the creeps.
look as she looked, everything was meaningless, he thought he saw a being with a tail! "How the sirens if they really exist?" Thought laughing herself. No doubt the guy was real, but the fish tail was a figment of his imagination.

He stood at the edge of the pool.

The redheaded boy was lying underwater in the blue, eyes closed, arms resting on his chest. He remained perfectly still, as if asleep. Jane
only thing he could do was scream print. That boy appeared to be dead.

The boy opened his eyes quickly and saw Jane with her hands in the mouth and eyes round as saucers. At that moment he remembered his father's words that "nobody will find out, no one should ever know what really are, that would be the end of our species," and the immediate reaction was to climb to the surface of the water to try to explain to the only female, both human and sirens, he had loved once, because apparently had fallen asleep without choking.
But Jane, seeing that that version of mermaid with legs up to the surface, did not think of anything but run, without much success, since the guy was faster than her and got her by one of his ankles.
- Wait! Do not go! - Said desperately as Jane's ankle held in one hand, and with the other clung with all his might to the edge of the pool, with such force that Jane finally lost balance and fell completely in the water.
From time to time was lost and adrift in a sea of \u200b\u200bbubbles, but the worst was the anxiety felt to know who was in the same place he could go around, was at his mercy, at the mercy of a monster with glue and God knows what else.

All those thoughts were erased when a pair of arms grabbed her and lifted the bottom of the pool, closed his eyes and mouth aforrándose those arms that held her, ignoring the panic that raged in his mind.
"You can breathe," she said dully the owner of those arms.

entered fully air in your lungs. I did not want to open eyes, trying to imagine it was all a dream, something rare, but definitely a dream, though the hands that held her tightly saying the opposite.
opened his eyes, the first thing he found was her tanned skin surrounding it on all sides, had no shirt.
blinked several times to shake the water from his eyes, as if that would make it disappear from there.
looked up slowly, covering your collarbone checked, the big nut in your neck and prominent chin.
could not avoid going to his eyes shut. Jane
hoped the boy would disappear like a dream, but did not. The redhead opened her eyes and mouth with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment on his face.
If that was true, was a surprisingly pleasant truth, both times in which he had seen, had not noticed how handsome he was, beyond platitudes and fashion, it was just plain handsome, timeless beauty.
The mind was left blank, because those green eyes began to sink your thoughts.
He was holding while maintaining both floating in the water with the simple movement of your legs, there was no monster with a green tail, and if there was, Jane did not mind at all.
took several seconds so, together, eye to eye one another, as if hypnotized.

Tristan was afraid of what she thought and record that he had committed error in allowing himself to see that state, any human could have seen without even realizing it. There was no able to avoid falling asleep, had a week in the mainland, and had been unable to rest in his bed was too hard and uncomfortable, compared with ocean water, when entered into the pool fell asleep in seconds. She had broken the rule
most precious of his race, the only one still alive and kept anonymous.
At least he could console himself that fresh water had prevented their long legs to become a shining green tail.

had to fix it, out and out, and knew what to do, although I do not do it to her. The act of erasing the memory, power newts and sirens all had, it seemed a violation of the mind, something dirty and despicable.
"Gods of the sea.
Tristan sighed closing his eyes tightly. The burst open.

Jane felt that everything fell apart around them, turning in a spiral, while those green eyes sucked inside.
The way he looked at her, penetrating up to unrealistic limits, enveloped and controlled. Tristan
entered his mind and forced her to forget everything that happened since he had crossed the club door. Gradually
out of his mind was careful not to cause any harm taking a valuable memento, something that almost all the sirens and tritons used to do with the humans they were confronted, life in the ocean could be a bit monotonous , so not missed an opportunity to gossip and store memories and experiences of these, there came the myth that all the sirens were dangerous. While
slipped out of his mind, he saw a memory he could not ignore. It was old, the past nine years, and Tristan knew well because he appeared in it.
Itself was a blur for water and rain, just a red spot among all those angry waves, Jane felt the relief he felt when he came to her, saw her own child's eyes, half hidden under a cascade of hair wet on his forehead, and I saw his lips moving child, but the thunder of the sea and the storm had not been heard Jane his words, and he could not hear what was not stored in the dream, then the remember ended, abruptly. Jane had lost consciousness.
At that time not yet mastered the art of erasing the memories, but somehow managed to surprise himself, Jane had hidden in a dark corner of his mind the near-death experience lived during the storm. Tristan
that day saved her from drowning.
Before leaving at all, ordered his brain was disconnected, it was better not to have to explain to a teenager with no memory of how it got a pool in the arms of a man. Jane

fell unconscious in his arms. He hugged her to surprise yourself. Basically
felt bad about what he had done, but knew it would fix future problems. He had been watching her
, rising to the surface to be hidden for the sole purpose of seeing it, but knew he could never approach or speak, because they were from different worlds, because couples between humans and sirens, brought only trouble, and his father would never consent to his marriage to an ordinary human. But his fascination she had grown over the years in the same way both had. And now that I had with him, I could not believe.
had decided to try to know by all means since the surprise found in the promenade, but had to see it on the sly. Had decided not to tell him what really was, it was too risky, horrified, for this and for the sake of their future together was to erase the memories of that night, having the opportunity that had been waiting so many years. Carefully

Jane left the edge of the pool, suddenly a small puddle began to form around him. Tristan carefully climbed the ladder aluminum water dripping everywhere. Load in his arms again, this time it cost him carry her more work, since the water was stronger, and his legs were not yet accustomed to bearing weight and balance at a time, but he was tall and strong, so those qualities compensated in some way. Jane
He placed in the hammock where they apparently were piled their belongings, all his self-avoiding digging through the bag more than necessary to take the yellow towel gourd.
Jane was wet from head to toe, and though it was summer, Tristan unaware of the human resistance against the cold, so he decided not to risk him to take a cold.
"What did Jane at that time in the club?" "Had come alone?"
had the keys to the door in her purse, that meant or was stolen or had requested. Were punished himself by considering the possibility of being a thief. Now I could not get out of there and let them return home alone, that was too dangerous, beautiful arms, the neck, he bristled at the idea I had to go alone and disoriented on the streets in darkness.
would expect to wake up and continue to make sure I got home safe and sound, then return home to sleep quietly at his hard mattress, knowing that the next day would have another chance with her.

had dreamed something very strange, a guy in the water that drowned, a sea monster around her and someone who saved your life. Worst of all was he who saved her was the red of the tail of a fish.
Jane felt like one to fool, saw a couple of times a kid and dreamed that he rescued as a fairy princess. Although the idea that a prince as he rescued did not seem bothered at all, quite the contrary, it was almost natural.
Then an image flashed through his brain.
A memory that never knew you had, but it fit in the puzzle that had gone into his life from the sea drag nine years ago.
A boy swimming in front of it, soaked by rain and huge waves, features and mane of red hair when they were unmistakable. It was him.