Malasangre / Bad Blood

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Una tierra teñida por la sangre de cuatro niñas.Una joven dispuesta a arriesgar su vida por los demás.Una poderosa historia de amor.>En medio de este ambiente opresivo, Henar descubrirá el amor que no conoció en su infancia, al encariñarse de la hija de los señores, a la que cuida y protege como si fuera de su familia, y conocerá la pasión en los brazos de un atractivo buscavidas que huye por una estafa. Pero en un lugar inhóspito donde nadie es quien dice ser ¿es posible confiar en un extraño? La verdad está escrita en la sangre. «Pasaron dos minutos que se le hicieron eternos. No era una persona paciente y la necesidad de saber qué ocurría allí dentro era tan fuerte como su temor a entrar. Notaba cómo ambos impulsos luchaban entre sí deseaba asomarse, pero no quería delatar su presencia. De pronto, se sintió perdida. Alguien, a su espalda, la agarró por la muñeca de la mano que empuñaba la navaja y se la retorció hasta que tuvo que soltarla, al tiempo que con la otra mano le tapaba la boca para impedir que gritara. Henar entró en pánico al sentir el aliento de su agresor en el cuello. Tal vez esos fueran sus últimos instantes de vida.» ENGLISH DESCRIPTION A land stained by the blood of four girls. A young woman willing to risk her life for others. A powerful love story. In the second half of the 19th century, Henar, a young woman... Coinciding with her arrival, murdered girls began to appear in the region, with their throats slit and their bodies drained of blood. In the midst of this oppressive environment, Henar will discover the love she did not know as a child, as she becomes attached to the lords' daughter, whom she cares for and protects as if she were her own, and she will discover passion in the arms of an attractive hustler who is running away from a scam. But in an inhospitable place where nobody is who they say they are, is it possible to trust a stranger? The truth is written in the blood. "Two minutes passed that seemed eternal. She was not a patient person and her need to know what was going on in there was as strong as her fear of entering. She could feel the two impulses fighting each other: she wanted to lean out, but she didn't want to give away her presence. Suddenly she felt lost. Someone behind her grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the knife and twisted it until she had to let it go, while the other hand covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Henar panicked as she felt her attacker's breath on her neck. Maybe those would be the last moments of her life.