15 YA Books for Hispanic Heritage Month
Just a tiny selection of some of the great Hispanic & Latinx books out there. I just finished Woven in Moonlight the other day and it has such a gorgeous world and magic, I’m tempted to get right to the sequel.
Lobizona by Romina Garber
Furia, Yamile Saied Mendez
Woven in Moonlight by Isabel Ibañez
Meet Me Halfway, Anika Fajardo
The Lightning Dreamer by Margarita Engle
With the Fire on High by Elizabeth Acevedo
The Grief Keeper by Alexandra Villasante
Solito: A Memoir, Javier Zamora
Where I Belong, Marcia Argueta Mickelson
The One Who Loves You Most, Medina
Sia Martinez and the Moonlit Beginning of Everything, Raquel Vasquez Gilliland
Breathe and Count Back from Ten, Natalia Sylvester
Together We Burn, Isabel Ibañez
Marcus Vega Doesn't Speak Spanish by Pablo Cartaya
The Lightning Queen by Laura Resau
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I'm thinking of making (yet another) sideblog, or even a new main blog, for book-related shit. This is technically supposed to be my book blog but I end up posting everything that doesn't fit into other sideblogs, and I'd love to interact more with whatever kind of book community still exists on tumblr. It's been like six years since I read an entire (new) book, and I want to share with others!
If anyone here is still in booklr/generally has a book blog, what are your thoughts? Also, please share with me your book/writing blog so I can check it out! :D
PS. I'm tagging a few of my favorite genres so that I can hopefully find people who read/write for them, but I'm open to just about any genre. I'd also love to find more readers/writers of color.
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eli esponiza + with a vengeance ⇢
◖ demon (he/him) ◗ cocky & curious ◖ mexican ◗ alpha tendencies ◖ "touch them and i'll kill you" ◗ golden retriever doberman vibes ◖ worship kink ◗
excerpt from chapter four:
Hellfire
“How does a person make a deal with a demon?” Kye asked.
Laughter rumbled up and out of him. “Depends. Sometimes it’s bloody, sometimes it’s. . .” He trailed his claw across the band of their cotton underwear. “. . .sad, or sexual, or messy. Sometimes there’s a sacrifice—a stand-in—but I think that’s fuckin’ cowardly.”
“What? A nice, fat goat wouldn’t be good enough?”
“No.”
“Then tell me what I need to do.”
“Pray.” His raspy voice came from every corner of the room, landed like a whisper on their ear, boomed ferociously in their skull.
That single syllable vibrated the house. Rattled their bones like nightclub bass. They felt it in their core, between their legs, high in their throat.
Pray, little one.
Their head spun, too light and too crowded. Before they could rationalize, before they had the chance to think, Kye’s legs buckled, and they sank to their knees in the middle of the living room.
“Glory be to—” They stiffened, suddenly silenced by Eli’s palm.
He appeared before them, covering their mouth, and leaned down. Horns shadowed his angular face and his toned, broad shoulders loomed over them.
“Eligos,” he said, nodding slowly, and dropped his hand from their mouth. “The merciless.”
“Eligos, the merciless.”
“Duke of Hell.”
Adrenaline rushed through Kye and woke them like a bucket of cold water. “Duke of Hell,” they whispered, and told their body to stop trembling. “Accept me, banished child of Eve, and grant me—”
“Freedom,” he said, in place of forgiveness.
Kye met his inquisitive eyes and found hunger in his steady gaze. “Freedom.” They tipped their chin, guided upward by his bent knuckle. “Turn thine most gracious eyes toward me and guide me from exile. Give me strength. . .” They paused over the new words, replacements they weren’t accustomed to. “Great duke,” they said, annunciating defiantly, “and find me wanting.” Heat climbed into their face, but they didn’t flinch at the intrusion of his thumb, sliding slowly over their bottom lip. “Find me worthy.”
Eli leaned closer, grinning wickedly. “Worthy of what, sweetheart?”
They couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the curiosity and desire pushing against the underside of their skin. They’d gone this far, hadn’t they? There was no going back. Kye touched their tongue to his claw.
“You,” they said, and let their lips close around his thumb.
Eli stayed perfectly still. Candlelight haloed his wide frame and fissures opened on his face, his sternum, his hipbones. Like magic, his clothes became shadow, disappearing in curls of smoke, and his body—less human, more ghoulish—sliced through the darkness. Kye tried not to look below his navel. In the morning, they’d wake up in a new life. An afterlife. They’d kill who they’d been—die, finally—keep their promise to themself, fulfill the destiny their family had designed for them, and begin again.
For years, they’d tried to outrun this. Exactly this. Lived fast. Knew the cost. Ran from it, then back to it. Eligos was a way out of who they’d been; a perfect opportunity to welcome blasphemy.
Kye Lovato. Someone powerful.
He slipped his thumb out of their mouth and curled his hand around their throat, pulling gently. “Get up.”
Kye got to their feet, wobbling on unsteady legs. What now? Thoughts whirled. They imagined they’d stay on their knees, choke on him, get pushed to their back and spread their legs, bare themself for him. But he simply watched them, amber eyes flicking around their face, and nodded slowly.
They were trapped in his gaze—caged prey—and startled at the stroke of his fingers, tracing the cleft of their cunt over their damp underwear.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
Their legs shook, but they did as they were told. Eli stepped closer and leaned down. His lips touched theirs, just barely.
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