Bewitched by Cambria Hebert Blog Tour

Ohhh Yes I´m part of the Bewitched Blog Tour!!!!! and I love it;for starters, the cover is magnificent, I always had a picture of Kimber in my head and this fits her perfectly, check it out...

Amazing Right.
Here is the blurb of Bewitched so you guys can get an idea of what´s about and after that, I have two amazing things to show you.
For years, I accepted that Heven was more popular than me. I never liked it but I lived with it. I walked in her shadow, I stood by her when no one else would. When I finally thought her spotlight was mine things began to change. She began to change. Now she hardly ever calls me back, she spends all her time with her hot new boyfriend and everyone at school thinks she’s back on top. She had it all. But apparently she wants more. She wants Cole – my boyfriend. What’s worse is that it looks like she got him. I’ve had enough and she’s going to be sorry. Why?

Because I am bewitched
Sounds good?, trust me it is, this book is not only good is amazing, but if you don´t trust me enough well I guess I´ll have to show you guys some more.

Excerpt from Bewitched (Heven and Hell #2.5)

I made it my business to look good at all times.
Even when I was spying on people. Like I was now.
But I wasn’t just spying on anyone. I was spying on my boyfriend.
I knew—knew—there was something going on between Cole and Heven, my BFF. Heven and I had been friends forever it seemed, just as it seemed I had been forever in her shadow. I hadn’t minded it when we were young because I always knew that I would grow up to be the prettier one, the one with the better clothes, car and, in general, better life. And just like I had predicted (I’m always right), I did grow up to be the prettier one and I did have it all.
But Heven didn’t seem to get that memo.
She still somehow managed to claim the head cheerleader position. She was still the most popular girl in our class. Everyone fawned all over her knock-off, knee-high boots and generic ripped-up jeans. I’ll admit, Heven turned out a lot prettier than I thought she would and I was glad, because we were BFF’s and I couldn’t be seen with a hag.
But Hell-ooo everyone knows that redheads are better than blondes.
Unfortunately, no one seemed to get that memo, either.
Still, I never let on that her popularity got to me because with her popularity, came mine. If she was Queen Bee, then I was the Princess. I was the caramel to her latté (and everyone knows a latté isn’t good unless it has caramel) and I’ll admit, Heven is nice. She has something about her that people respond to, that draws them in. I guess she does make people feel good about themselves. Like me.
I wasn’t about to admit that I wanted to be number one. That it bothered me people only saw me when she wasn’t in the room. And besides, Cole had. The minute we all seemed to develop hormones, he only had eyes for me (I’m telling you, it’s the red hair). He was perfect: tall, dark hair, blue eyes, with wide shoulders and a wicked smile. He played football to my cheerleader, and we fit together so well that as soon as I saw that look of interest in his eyes, I made sure everyone knew that he was mine. Even better was the fact that he seemed to realize what no one else had: I deserved to be noticed more than Heven.
He was a smart guy.
But lately he’d been acting stupid.
I lifted the black binoculars to my eyes, focusing on Heven’s yard and the truck parked next to the house.
Uh-huh. I knew it. He’d come here. The jerk.
I should have known he was a two-timer when I caught him kissing that hag Jenna. I forgave that little indiscretion (after I taught him a lesson, of course), but this… This was going too far.
I heard a sound and turned the binoculars in that direction. Damn the darkness. Note to self: make Daddy buy you some night-vision goggles. I heard Cole’s voice and then saw the beam of a flashlight shine down onto the grass. I pressed the binoculars close and watched Cole shield his eyes from the light. I glanced up and saw Heven leaning out the window, looking down at him.
A minute later, Cole was going around to the porch and going inside. I hadn’t felt this angry since I was at the mall on Black Friday and someone snatched the last pair of black cashmere gloves out of my hands.
I smirked and glanced at my hands, covered in the said black cashmere gloves. That woman didn’t know who she was messing with and neither did Heven and Cole. I took a deep breath and watched the door close behind him, cutting off whatever they were doing. There was a rustle nearby and I turned toward the sound, but it was so dark, I couldn’t see a thing. I listened for a few moments and when no other sounds came, I turned back toward the house to see if anything happened.
Cole was drunk. He’d been at my house. We were down by the lake and we got into a fight. I never thought he would get in his truck and drive away. Drinking and driving is one of the stupidest things a person can do. I mean, really, it’s just asking to hurt someone or end up in jail. And of all the colors I do look good in… a bright orange jumpsuit isn’t one of them. Talk about a major clash with my hair. I suppressed a shudder and sighed.
I hadn’t seen Cole act this way before. He seemed different… He was pulling away. So was Heven. At first, I thought she was just spending less time with me because of Sam, because she seemed to be getting her confidence back (just when I thought I would take over the Miss Most Popular spot, Heven went and got rid of her scar). But then Cole started acting off and becoming distant, and now he’s drunk and inside her house. Something was going on. And no one was telling me what it was.
Another sound, closer this time, caught my attention and I whipped around. Still, I saw nothing. A feeling of being watched—of not being alone—came over me. I didn’t like it. I thought about calling out, but it seemed drawing attention to myself wouldn’t be a good idea. Maybe spying (no matter how good I looked doing it) wasn’t a very good idea. This was creepy. The dark was creepy. It would be stupid to keep sitting out here where I felt like I wasn’t alone. Finding out what was going on with Heven and Cole was a definite must, but getting hacked into little pieces by some stalker wouldn’t accomplish that. And it would mess up my hair. Gripping the binoculars, I turned away from the house to walk back to my car. I tried to ignore the way my heart began to pound with fear.
Get a grip Kimber, I told myself.
I was a lot of things (like charming, stylish and beautiful), but stupid wasn’t one of them.
I paused when I heard the door to the house open and slam shut, but I didn’t turn back. I thought for a millisecond about calling out—warning them about the potential stalker lurking out here, but I didn’t want them to know what I was up to. This spy mission might be aborted, but there would be future missions.
They just wouldn’t be on my deep conditioning night. Maybe the fact that they were outside meant Heven would send him on his way. Maybe I should park at the end of the driveway and wait for him, follow his truck to make sure he gets home okay. Things might not be great between us, but I did love him. I loved him more than anyone and I wouldn’t want him to hurt himself or anyone else.
We would get back on track and then everything would be okay again.
I stumbled a bit as I walked, the heel of my black boot catching on something on the ground. I tugged the heel free and began walking again. Seconds later, the heel snapped and broke. I tripped and hit the ground.
Ew. I did not do dirt.
I looked down at my broken heel. “Really?” I whined. “I’m very disappointed in you,” I told my shoe as I held it up to inspect the damage. As much as I paid for these boots, they should hold up to spy missions.
I got up, brushing the dirt off my Juicy Couture pants, and began limping toward my car. This was not my night. I wanted a latté. I wanted my fuzzy bathrobe and a hot bath.
I stopped, glancing around from side to side. Had I just heard a voice? “Hello?” I called, no longer caring if someone knew I was out here. If they were talking to me, they already knew anyway.
No one answered and I started walking again, hurrying toward my car.
“You’re going to let him get away with cheating?”
Okay, I definitely heard that. It might have been a whisper, but I wasn’t imaging it. I wasn’t crazy. “Who’s there?”
I heard another rustling sound, but yet again, no one answered. I gave a huff. “Fine. Don’t show yourself. Whatever.” My car came into view and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was about to climb into the driver’s seat when I realized I never heard Cole start up his truck and drive away.
You know what? Screw that stalker. If there was someone out here and they tried to hack me up, they would wish they never laid eyes on this redhead. I wasn’t about to miss my chance to bust my BFF and my boyfriend. Besides, I couldn’t stop wondering about what they were doing this late at night inside her house. I took off my busted shoes (I was so writing a nasty email to the designer) and threw them into my car, slammed the door and pivoted back toward the house.
I would need a mega pedicure tomorrow.
I didn’t hear anymore voices or movement nearby, which was probably good. For whoever was out there. I was not in a good mood, and if someone tried to attack me, they were going to wish they hadn’t.
When I got to the house, no one was outside and Cole’s truck was still parked in the same spot as before. Silently I crept up to the porch and peeked in the kitchen window. They weren’t in there. So I crept around to where the window to the living room was. Light filtered through the open blinds and I crept closer.
Heven and Cole were standing in the middle of the room. The couch was covered in blankets and Cole wasn’t wearing a shirt. Jealousy cut through me. It burned and I wanted to scream and beat on the window. But a true spy never gave herself away. I watched as Cole pulled Heven in for a hug.
She was touching him. Touching his bare skin. I watched her face as she hugged him. She liked it. She liked him. As more than a friend.
Apparently, I was the one who missed the memo. The memo of betrayal.
Tears blurred my vision and I turned away, crouching low beneath the window. How could he do this to me? To us? He was inside with the girl who was supposed to be my best friend and he was touching her.
When I finally pulled myself together and stood, I noted the blinds were closed. I tried not to think about what was going on behind those blinds. But try as I may, images assaulted me: kissing, touching, laughing.
I stumbled away from the house and wiped the tears from my cheeks.
A hooded figure stepped into my path.
I jumped back, almost falling on my butt. Being brave when I only thought there was a stalker had been easy, but now that I was faced with one (one who looked suspiciously like the Grim Reaper) made me want to pee my pants. But I wouldn’t because these pants were too nice to ruin like that.
The person was wearing a black cloak with a hood and it was so dark, I couldn’t make out a face. I remembered that I was supposed to be brave and forced myself to speak. “Wh-who are you?”
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I said I had two thing right,ok, ok, what´s the second one?... I have the Book trailer check it out and pls pls,let me know what you guys think.

Happy Reading!!!
OHHHH BTW in case you ae wondering about my review, I will tell you this, I read this book and is fanfreackingtastic, amazing and I love it and of course I gave it
I loved being inside Kimbers head, she´s one funny cracker and I can wait to figure out what happens next!!!!!, I´ll post my full review soon I promise =D


  1. Wooo hooo! this looks awesome! thank you so much for hosting me on the Bewitched tour! I am definitely feeling witchy this month... is that a good thing or a bad thing???? LOL!
    Thanks again you rock!

    1. It was truly my pleasure, to have you here today, thx so much for the vist =D