Vino Underground (Volumen Uno)

Madeline Crawford has loved Jeremy Whitman for twelve years, but ultimately it was him who sent her to prison. In between her suffering and pain, she had to witness her man fall in love with another woman…Five years later, she has returned with renewed strength, no longer the same woman he belittled years ago!With this newfound strength, she will tear apart those who pretend to be pure and step on the scums of this earth. However, just as she is about to have her revenge with the man who wronged her… He suddenly turns from a cold, unfeeling psychopath, to a caring, warm and loving man!In...

Años 80, Madrid. Durante la celebración de la Noche de San Juan cuatro amigos (Luís, Sofía, Ricardo y Teresa), estudiantes universitarios, descubren una sombra pintada en la pared de un edificio del barrio de Chueca. Parece un hombre pegado al muro. A Ricardo se le ocurre acoplarse a ella y, mientras lo hace, expresa el deseo de encontrarse en Coruña. En ese mismo momento el muchacho desaparece. Espías, mendigos, científicos, alquimistas, nobles del Renacimiento italiano, la Inquisición, los jesuitas y algunos habitantes de la ciudad de Venecia, se entrecruzan en una aventura...

Never in a million years did I think it would be Ian Parker who saved me... I know I should stay away from Ian Parker. But when my drug-dealing stepdad kicks me out, I have nowhere to go. Squatting in an abandoned shed on Ian's grandpa's farm seems like as good a plan as any. Ian finds me there, of course, and he insists on me moving into his spare room. I should say no, but the appeal of a roof and a warm bed is too much. Not to mention Ian's brown eyes and strong arms. We're nothing alike, but the spark between us is undeniable. My life is finally looking up. Until I call the cops on my...

Publicada en 1970, el año de la muerte del autor, Megafón, o la guerra es la novela política por excelencia de Leopoldo Marechal y, a la vez, una suerte de magnífico testamento narrativo. Su protagonista, un muchacho de Villa Crespo que alguna vez arbitró peleas en el Boxing Club del barrio, es un autodidacta empedernido que llega a la conclusión de que no hay "monstruos anacrónicos", que toda lucha es un combate subterráneo que nunca sale a la luz y que es necesario dar batalla a esos males en su propio campo. En un país con olor a bronca, una bronca que nadie deja de olfatear en el ...