Release Day Blitz: The Alexa Montgomery Saga Box Set

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Synopsis:
Over 40,000 copies sold worldwide. The Alexa Montgomery Saga is a tale of two sisters who take on a world of vampires and werewolves, as well as the monsters that dwell within themselves. Join Alexa and Nelly as they take their journey, growing through heartache and sacrifice, finding first loves and loses, fighting with courage and faith for a bond with another that proves unparalleled.
This complete set includes BLOOD WARRIOR, HALF BLACK SOUL, THE RISE and REDEMPTION.
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Bio:

H. D. Gordon is the bestselling author of The Alexa Montgomery Saga, The Surah Stormsong Novels, and The Joe Knowe Series. She has sold over 40,000 copies  of her books worldwide. Her titles are all Amazon bestsellers, and her paranormal thriller, Joe, was a quarter-finalist in the 2013 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award.

A mother, a poet, an independent novelist and a philosopher, H. D. is 25 years old and resides in southern New Jersey.

Trapped (Book Two) by Ella James

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Summary via Goodreads:

Book Description:
Contains mild spoilers if you haven’t read Here, the first book in the trilogy.

When Milo Mitchell falls for the beautiful, tuxedo-clad guy she found wandering her family’s rural Colorado property, she never dreamed he was a scout from another galaxy, or that their relationship would leave him with an impossible choice: eradicating humankind, or initiating the end of his own people.

Nick’s job is finding the elements his people need to power their elaborate interweb of minds. Being a scout means he is capable of traveling to other planets on his own. It also means that, unlike The Rest, he has access to primitive feelings and individual desires. For eons, he was part of the whole, but when he encountered Milo, his obsession with her changed everything.

Nick’s partner, Vera, is capable of independent thought, but not compelled by it. She is satisfied with her existence as one of The Rest, and she won’t agree that humans are worth sparing; not when their planet has a precious cache of the gold her people need so badly.

While Vera tries to force Nick into endorsing an Earth invasion, working behind the scenes to tie his hands, and the Department of Defense lays a trap for them with Milo’s mom as bait, Nick and Milo are waging their own war – against a primal desire that can only lead to one thing: heartbreak.

 

My Review:


ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT, I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN. GAH.

*eye is still twitching*

FIRST WARNING: This is the second in a series…trilogy…im more than certain its a trilogy, so there will not be spoilers for this one, but most likely the first one.

Song Choice: “Satellite Heart” by Anya Marina, “All I Want Is You” by Barry Louis Polisar, “My Love” by Sia

First thoughts: Well I was very pleased with waiting to read the first book in this series until this one was out, but as patterns go, this also had a cliffie and i am more than certain i know something but i can’t say because SPOILER, but i wish i had waited to read this only until i knew when the next one was coming out XD. Anyways – as good if not better than the first ^.^

Thoughts on Plot: So this one moved fast, fast, fast, the first one had a bit of a slower pace, well this one you just go go go and i LOVED IT, seriously LOVED. So anyways the plot thickens all, we are learning a little more about Vera and Nick’s race, we are running the hell away from the DOD, we are just in an ever state of moving. I loved the action in this book, ahh so good. And while i figured things out pretty quickly i didn’t even care. i was just ready to eat this story up – warning about half way through this book you won’t be able to stop, so make sure you have time to read it or you will be kicking yourself. The romance between Nick and Milo – holy hotness, ladies grab your fans. ;)

Characters:

Milo: Milo is awesome as she was in book one, she has a lot A LOT A LOT to deal with in this book and i think she does it splendidly. I really enjoyed her in this book, while she wasn’t that awkward weird girl, she started to grow more into herself, more sure of herself and that was awesome to see. Therre isn’t a whole lot to say more about her other than i loved her as much i as i did before.

Nick: sexy as always. i think he too came out of his shell a bit more in this book. again i don’t have much to add from my first review of Nick, i liked him and I can’t wait to have more of him. now please.

The ending: I so think i know what is going on and i want to tell someone my awesome theory who has read this book….anyways besides that i need more like now. right now. NOW.

The Aqua Secret (Book 1) by LL Hunter

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Summary Via Goodreads:

The year is 2042 and the world has been consumed by water.
Those who survived the great floods of 2012 clung to the debris of the Old World from which they rebuilt their lives.
Pym Maddox thought life was good living on the floating city called Aqua. Harboring secret feelings for her best friend, the smoldering Rush Rodgers, was the least of her problems. Rush is the son of her father’s second in command, a boy whom her father approved of – or so she thought. After her people are moved onto her father’s navy vessel, a motion which is only the start of the torrent of secrets that begin to unravel. Pym’s search for answers lead her and Rush to a secret underwater lab that just might hold the answers to everything.
Pym soon discovers that the world she grew up in is not what it seems, and her father may hold the key to unlocking the biggest secret of all – the reason Pym and Rush have a mysterious connection to the water.

Secrets and water have one thing in common: they get distorted on the surface.

My Review:

Damn one of these days I am going to pop my Mermaid cherry, but not today.

Okay first off: This was given to me in exchange for an honest review, and honesty is what I do. With that said I have to admit that this is a 4.5 stars for me. I can’t openly say way because SPOILERS, but i will put it at the end and hide it ^.^

Kay now onto this review

Song Choice: “Into the Ocean” by Blue Ocean because I like to do that every so often, “A Beautiful Lie” by 30 Seconds to Mars, “My Best Friend” by Weezer

First Thoughts: Well this was a quick read, not only because of its length, which I don’t mind the episodic sort of thing, but I will say this, it was just fast in general, the plot moved at a really fast pace which i really like. There were somethings i wish we could have slowed down on though only because this is a whole new type of dystopia, I guess i wanted to know more about the world before. Anyways moving on, it brought in a whole lot of new ideas that I thought were interesting and totally just like WHOA.

Thoughts on Plot: So I already covered that it moved fast, it was original…and oh god my first thoughts were mostly plot…whoops. Anyways Yeah there were a lot of new ideas presented in this book. It seems that most dystopias are like, welllll here is the world but its either dried up, or blah blah blah, but this was the first time i have seen a Waterworld sort of thing, which it was really awesome. There was a lot of mystery here and unexpected-ness that you will be going, Oh i think i know, but you don’t so HA. ;)

Characters:

Pym: She was stubborn and I think had a little too much faith in each other too much time. I think that she was looking for the best in people when she shouldn’t have been. I wish that she was a little more open with her BFF Rush, and main man. But otherwise than that she was a really good character. And I enjoyed her chapters.

Rush: For some reason I feel like this was more his book than it was Pyms for the most part. And personally I love that. I really do, its rare to find a book that is more for the guy than it is for the girl. I think that he was a pretty excellent character there were a few times i was hoping he was going to be a little more forceful, but omgosh thank god we found out his secret early otherwise i would have driving myself crazy with trying to figure it out. Anyways….yeah…

The ending: :| <= my are you for reals? Don’t leave me hanging face. Yup. Need more. NOW. NOW NOW NOW. SOOOOOO MUCH MORE can come from this and I wantz it now.

so HUGE SPOILER PLEASE DON’T READ UNLESS YOU WANT THE BOOK A BIT RUINED
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Cover Reveal: Blurred by Kim Karr

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BLURRED EXCERPT:

An excerpt from BLURRED is posted on my website:

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BLURRED SYNOPSIS:

The story before the love story….

When he lost the only woman he’d ever loved, it seemed there was nothing left to live for.

Even as a boy, all Ben Covington ever wanted was to spend forever with Dahlia London, the beautiful girl next door…then one life-altering decision tore them apart and he was forced to leave her.

Now, despite having returned to win her back, he’s still alone. She’s with someone else—someone she’s never going to leave.

Resigned to a future without his former girlfriend, Ben numbs his broken heart in a haze of liquor and women. But then the only woman who ever even turned his head while he was with his girl reappears unexpectedly. And he’s never forgotten their one incredible night together. But will Ben’s destructive behavior destroy his future with her before it even begins?

 

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Release Day Blitz: more. by Kimberly Hart

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Book: more. A Collection
Author: Kimberly Hart
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The debut poetry collection of Kimberly Hart.

Words from a woman that is more than just a mom, more than just a lover, more than just a friend. Poems that capture the complexity of the heart, giving you a glimpse into the intricate inner musings of someone longing and searching for something more. Love & Life. Hope & Loss. Light & Dark. Raw & Gritty.

Do you want more?

Warning: This work contains subject matter that is adult in nature. Intended to be read by those 18 and older.


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Image and video hosting by TinyPicMy Review: 5 out of 5 starsMy first review of a collection of poetry this shall be interesting :)

Song Choice: “Misguided Ghost” by Paramore, “Breathe Me” by Sia, “maps” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs, “Fall Into the Sky (featuring Ellie Goulding)” by Zedd & Lucky Date, “Crazy” Cover by Melanie Martinez,
“Pursuit of Happiness” Cover by Lissie

First thoughts: Even if you aren’t an avid poetry reader *cough cough like me cough* for reals the only poetry i really read has been for my English classes. If you are looking for contemporary poetry that you will both connect with, and relish, you will LOVE, Kimberly Hart’s collection for more.

So since this isn’t a novel this is going to be a a little different ;)

The collection:

Okay so I thought it had an amazing mixture of this lighthearted fun times, things like the LOL (sorry can’t remember the exact title), and a few others, but there were these wonderful moments of motherhood, I felt close to the author, to the idea of motherhood, and what it really means. I think that the author really bared her soul to the readers and really showed us.

There was also holy hotness, parts that I was thinking to myself… well hot damn. This was explosive, heartbreaking, and utterly beautiful.

Never in my life had I felt such longing to submerge myself into words <3

There was (pardon the pun but not really because i love puns) more to this poetry collection than trying to dissect every little detail wondering why we are using this verses that, this is poetry that you can submerge yourself in, lose yourself for a moment or two. Really disappear into the words and the actions.

It wasn’t just one type of poetry, there was so much here and I think there a little something for everyone. There was humor, there were tears, and there most definitely was steam ;).

This collection I think will totally knock your socks off.

Cover Reveal: One to Protect by Tia Louise

 
 
 
Title: One to Protect (One to Hold)
Author: Tia Louise
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 21, 2014
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 Synopsis
WARNING: Recommended for adult readers (18+) only. Mature themes, strong language,
and sexual content.
One
scar.
One
betrayal.
No
escape.
When
Melissa’s ex-husband Sloan beats criminal charges, she stops believing he will
ever pay for what he did to her. Derek Alexander can’t accept that–a tiny
silver scar won’t let him forget, and he is determined to get the man who hurt
his fiancee.
Then
a face from the past turns up dead.
After exhausting all legal
options, Derek is ready to do whatever it takes to protect his family… until
his partner Patrick devises a trap that changes everything.
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Meet The Author
Tia Louise is a
former journalist, world-traveler, and collector of beautiful men (who inspire
all of her stories… *wink*)–turned wife, mommy, and novelist.
She lives in
the center of the U.S.A. with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she
dreams up stories she hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers
rethink common public locations…It’s possible she has a slight truffle
addiction.
Books by Tia
Louise:

ONE TO HOLD (Derek & Melissa), 2013

ONE TO KEEP (Patrick & Elaine), 2014

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Cover Reveal: Absolution (The Broken Diaries) by Carlyle Labuschagne

Absolution 

Confessions of a clone

is book one in The Broken Diaries series of novellas.
Can be read as a stand alone or as a companion novella to 
 
 
 
 
Expected release date: October 2014
Genre: Upper YA Science Fiction
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So my secret is out you say? That
would depend witch secret you are referring to. That I am a clone? Everyone
knows that by now. Or that I have a dark disease pulsating through my veins,
one I am quite fond of? Big deal. It’s exciting, never to have to hold back,
unpredictability is a drug. We all crave it.
So what possible secret could I hold that is worth keeping? Imagine me
giving you a sly smirk right now because I have not the misfortune of
compassion that will cause me to spill my secrets. Without them there is no
hand to be dealt.
Will my secret keep him close?
Perhaps. But here is my confession, I have something better than secrecy. I
have absolution. With me, he is not bound, it will be out of choice. With me, he
never has to hold back. And I would love him for the good and especially in the
bad. When I gave my word that I’d stop my tricks – I lied. That’s the thing with
obsession. I does not care. It only wants, and it is so fixated on want, that
it becomes need, and it shall have all it wants and needs.  And while I have no time to ponder who I am, clone
– what a stupid word, I am already on my way to loving him forever. That’s how
I play it, because I just don’t care.  Everyone
knows I am nothing like my pathetic prime. That with me, it’s all bad
intentions and violent, narcissistic adoration. That is not who I am. I am but
one thing – in absolution. 
 
About The Author
Carlyle Labuschagne is a South African award wining author working her way into the hearts of international readers with her first two books in the Broken Trilogy. Her first young adult dystopian novel “The Broken Destiny” reached top 3 in its YA debut Category. The Sequel Evanescent won YATR literary award for best Sci-Fi book 2013. 
Carlyle loves to swim, fights for the trees, and is a food lover who is driven by her passion for life. Carlyle also writes for IU e-magazine India, an inspirational non-profit magazine that aims at inspiring the world through words. The drive behind her author career is healing through words. Carlyle is also the founder of the first annual book drive – Help Build A Library in Africa Project. And hopes to launch her very own Indie book festival in Johannesburg March 2015.
“My goal as an author is to touch people’s lives, and help others love their differences and one another.
 
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Blog Tour: Touching Fire (Touch #2) by Airicka Phoenix


Airicka Phoenix

International Best-Selling Author of The Touch Saga, Sons of Judgment Saga, Lost Girl Duology,
Betraying Innocence & Games of Fire


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Book Name: Touching Fire
Author: Airicka Phoenix
Series: Touch Saga, book 2
Publisher: Fire & Ash Publishing
Release date: March 28, 2014
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance.
Warnings: Strong language and mild sexual content
Formats: eBook & Paperback
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Finding her past was supposed to end the nightmare. Only it was just the beginning.Entrusting the fate of the world, not to mention her and Isaiah’s life to a father she’s never met is a big leap of faith on Fallon’s part. But it’s a necessary risk. Ashton is the key to protecting Isaiah and keeping her out of Garrison’s clutches. He is also the only one who can tell her what she is, except what she learns is that she is from a world that is far more dangerous than anyone could possibly imagine.

As her powers grow out of control, Fallon must pick between her mortality and a legacy that does not include Isaiah. She must summon the courage to face a destiny that will test the boundaries of everything she has ever known. But most of all, she must protect Isaiah from the monster within herself and trust the man whose toxic blood runs through her veins.

Danger builds as power clashes between two evils, both seeking her to tip the scales to eternal darkness and suffering.

Can humanity rise to face an ancient calling to which Fallon is powerless to stop? Can she protect those she cares about, or will their blood forever stain her hands?

Touch Vengeance. Touch Malice. Touch Fire.


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I was going to die in a park surrounded by little kids. There was probably some irony there; I just couldn’t bring myself to focus enough to find it. Truthfully, I probably couldn’t bring myself to find my own nose at that moment. The prospect of dying had that effect on me.
The sun shone brightly, blanketing the grass in a yellow glow that hurt the eyes. Only in British Columbia could it be winter and sunny enough to wear shorts and a t-shirt. It was like the tropics of Canada. As final resting places went, it wasn’t too shabby. It was better than the dank, urine soaked alley we’d nearly died in last week, or the deodorant aisle at Walmart the week before that. It seemed like every week we found new and more creative places to meet our demise and frankly, it was getting tedious. There we were, adamant not to die while Garrison’s goons were adamant to change our minds, and we were just very stubborn people all around.
We were at a park, in the middle of December, watching a kite flying contest. For someone who had survived some of the worst winters in Canada, only in British Columbia was something like that possible in a sundress without freezing your pants off. But even this boggling climate mystery wasn’t enough to overshadow the fact that it was nearly noon, which meant we were minutes away from meeting someone, a man … my father to be exact. My real father, not Garrison who was the genius behind me being cooked up in a lab like an omelet with animal DNA and who knew what else.
Isaiah sat beside me, his confidence and assurance a toasty blanket. It took a great deal of resistance not to give in and curl up into his side. I knew he wouldn’t push me away. I knew he would draw me in close. It was solely the fact that we were surrounded by screaming children and their watchful parents that kept me at arm’s length. It was just a hunch, but I was almost certain they would not take too kindly to me jumping Isaiah and doing very non G-rated things to him in front of their offspring. Parents were just weird like that. They didn’t understand that I didn’t have a choice. Granted, even if I had, I would still jump the guy. He was freaking delicious and I was still just a teenage girl with raging hormones and a thirst for blood. You know, average.
There were often times when we were trapped in a motel with nothing but a black and white TV for company and I would find myself watching him, studying the powerful silhouette he made in the dim light. In the last month since our escape from Garrison’s clutches, I had noticed a few interesting things about my companion.
He never slouched. His body was perpetually frozen in an unyielding rigid tension that seemed to never lessen. It was as though his mind and body were continuously in attack mode. The first few nights after our escape, I understood. I was on edge, too. Every little noise had me bolting upright, heart wedged in my throat in panic. It was Isaiah who assured me nothing was out there. The guy had the senses of … well, a wolf. But eventually, I toned it down a notch. Isaiah, on the other hand, was hanging onto that promise he made to Ashton as though it were a brick of gold; he was going to protect me if it killed him. Sweet, right?
Wrong.
If someone could reach into my chest and tear out my heart and turn it into a living, breathing person, Isaiah would be it. He completed me. Most people had to live their whole lives wondering if they would ever find their other half, their soul mate. Well, I didn’t. I shared a soul with mine, literally. But there was nothing remotely romantic about it.
Our love was genetically engineered to make us the ultimate weapon of mass destruction. So for all I knew, it wasn’t even real. Because being a teenager and worrying about break outs, pit stains and PMS wasn’t bad enough. I had a genuinely good reason to wonder if he really loved me or not. Plus, I perpetually had a guy in my head.
Isaiah knew every one of my secrets without me ever telling him. He knew what I was thinking and feeling before even I did. It was a major pain in the ass. A girl needed her secrets, needed to be able to ogle a guy coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel without him getting a full wash of her not so G-rated thoughts. It didn’t help that the guy could elicit dirty thoughts wearing a snowsuit. I may have been biased, but he really was just that sexy, and all mine. As odd as it may sound, I wasn’t all too pleased about the latter.
Guys like Isaiah didn’t pick girls like me in the real world. I knew that had, we met under normal circumstances, he would never have given me a second glance. He’d no doubt have his arm around some leggy blonde with big … personalities and … ugh! I couldn’t even think about it. The chick didn’t even exist and I wanted to throat punch her. That was how low I had sunk on the spectrum of things.
I blamed Isaiah for driving myself crazy wondering if he would just go away one day.
No. Wait. I blamed Terrell Garrison. He was the reason we were in this mess. He was the reason I was on the run. He was also the reason I would die if something happened to Isaiah, not just because I was just that deeply gone over the guy, but because I needed Isaiah’s blood to live. Seventeen years of human food, gone the minute I sunk my teeth into him. So when I say the guy was delicious, I don’t just mean someone better call Calvin Klein and let them know their underwear model was missing. The guy was literally delicious. His blood was just euphoric. There were no words for the taste.
“Okay?” Isaiah took my hand from my lap.
I started to nod, because I sometimes forgot I didn’t need to lie about how I felt. Mostly because lying was impossible when he already knew my answers. Maybe it was because he knew how uncomfortable it made me when he poked around in my head, but he always asked anyway. It was his way of making an effort to give me a shred of normalcy in our bizarre relationship.
“Nervous.” I moistened my lips and darted an apprehensive glance over the sea of faces. “It’s kind of … open, here, isn’t it?” There was so much movement. Too many people that could get hurt if Garrison was there amongst them. “How would we know?” I said the last part out loud, already knowing Isaiah had heard the rest without words.
“I would know.” He squeezed my hand. “He’s not here.”
Even while I believed him, I still couldn’t bring myself to relax, because there were bigger things to worry about than just Garrison, although he was reason enough.
“You look beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to my temple and stilled the restless picking I’d been doing at my clothes.
“What if he doesn’t like me?” I hated myself for confessing such a vulnerable fear, but I couldn’t help it. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”
“Fallon.” He nudged me lightly with his shoulder.
I groaned, squeezing my eyes closed tight. He was right. I was overthinking it. Whether my dad wanted anything to do with me or not, I’d be fine. I was a survivor. It was the one thing my mom had spent my whole life teaching me. I just had to keep moving. I could do that. Being on the road was second nature to me. I didn’t need approval from a man I’d never met.
“He’s here. Ashton,” he said quickly when I bolted to my feet, gaze searching wildly for an oncoming attack.
“Oh!” Except, that was equally as bad. It was just a different sort of attack.
I wiped the sweat off my palms onto my new dress, hoping he wouldn’t want to shake hands. I’d taken a shower that morning and had lathered on the vanilla scented deodorant, but it didn’t seem to be doing its job; my armpits were sticky with sweat. I also prayed he wouldn’t want to hug. Then, because freaking out was what I did best, I wondered about my makeup. I didn’t usually wear any, but it wasn’t a usual day. What if it was running down my face? Was my dress okay? Isaiah had sworn the soft, lavender sundress with its white knitted sweater brought out the mix of colors in my eyes, but he was a guy, what did he know about women’s clothing?
Still sitting on the bench, Isaiah chuckled. “The sales lady agreed with me.”
“She could have been lying just to make a sale.” I muttered, wringing my hands anxiously at my abdomen. “Will you get out of my head? It’s a mess up there without your prodding.”
I knew it wasn’t his fault. I was the one who had to calm down. My overflow of emotions was what sucked him into my head in the first place. It didn’t help that I was being swept away in a storm of emotions at that moment. There was no real stopping it.
He rose to his feet and took my shoulders in his firm grip. “Then you need to calm down.”
I did take a deep breath, closed my eyes and willed myself to remain as calm as possible. Yet, the second I opened my eyes, I was pulled under by my uncertainties and fears. I didn’t know what I was looking for and that made it worse. I had shared no resemblance with my mother at all. For I knew, he could be six feet tall, black and a wrestler.
Isaiah snorted a laugh. “He’s not.” He leaned into me and brushed the side of my head with a kiss. He’d been doing that a lot that morning, soothing me with his touches and kisses. It was his way of reminding me that I wasn’t alone. “You have his eyes and the color of his hair.”
As though for emphasis, he wrapped a strand of my unbound hair around his finger and gave a playful tug that made me laugh. He smiled and I felt my heart stutter in my chest.
The worry took a momentary backseat as I fell into his beautiful eyes, eyes so blue they could have been strips of raw electricity. They were surrounded by lashes that I would have killed for, long, thick and dark. They matched the perfect shade of ebony tumbling over his prominent brow and curling behind his ears. Glossy strands had escaped the band at the base of his skull and fluttered temptingly in the breeze. I was always so fascinated by his hair. Maybe because he rarely ever took it down from its confinement, but I always had an inexplicable urge to tear the band away and replace it with my fingers.
I reached for him and touched the side of his rugged face in a feather light caress from temple to jaw. I caught a strand and nimbly tucked it behind his ear.
“How do you do that?” I murmured, turning my body to his and being rewarded by the feel of his hands going to my waist.
His head bent to the side. “What’s that?”
“Make me feel not so crazy.”
His eyes glittered as his lips pulled into a heart melting smile. “Maybe because you were never crazy to begin with.” He touched his brow to mine and I was drawn into his scent of toothpaste, soap, rain and leather. “Or maybe we’re both crazy.”
I became painfully of his lips hovering dangerously close to mine and his hands burning through the fabric of my dress. The rest of the world faded as the rush of his blood racing through his veins roared in my ears, calling to me, begging me to do what I swore I wouldn’t. The gums above my canines began to itch deliciously. My fingers tightened in the fabric of his shirt. My lips parted, my breathing ragged even to my own ears.
“Isaiah…”
His gaze sharpened. They became dark slits of hunger I recognized all too well. His fingers gouged ten holes into my side as he tightened his grip on me. In a single yank, I was crushed into the shelter of his chest. His heart tattooed a desperate beat against mine. I trembled. My body ached in places I could do nothing about. I felt his fingers tangle into my hair to cup the base of my skull.
His breath burned the side of my face, coming out gruff when he growled into my ear, “I told you to feed.”
He had … insistently for a month.
“You know we can’t.” My hands trembled and I was sure I was cutting holes into his shirt with my nails and causing irreparable damage to the fabric, but I couldn’t let him go. “We agreed—”
His eyes narrowed, reflecting his anger and frustration. “I never agreed to anything.”
What we were doing was playing with fire and toying with things that neither of us fully understood. What we did know was that our need for each other, our insatiable hunger was the thing that would burn the world to the ground. The fire between us was as wild and dangerous as it was beautiful. The world may not have wanted to burn in its glorious embrace, but I did. I wanted nothing else. Succumbing to the untamed temptation was vastly more alluring than the alternative, which was the perpetual distance I had to put between us.
“There’s still time,” he murmured directly into my mind. “You’ll feel better once you’ve eaten.”
Screw the world, this is what you want! A very persistent part of me insisted and it wasn’t wrong. I did want this.
It wasn’t fair. Being strong and resisting wasn’t quite as simple when I was being prodded from all sides.
He touched the side of my face, tracing the contours of my cheek with his finger and coaxing me to nuzzle his palm. My eyes closed as I leaned into him.
There were insane moments when I saw no reason to stop, but then commonsense always prevailed and I forced myself to step back. Lately, those lucid moments were becoming few and far between.
“I hope I’m not interrupting.” And just like that, the calm within me erupted.
I was slammed with an avalanche of panic and dread that had my heart jumping into my throat. Sweat returned to my palms and I was left with no way to wipe them without giving away how nervous I was.
“Ashton!”
Isaiah stepped forward, hand extended to the other man. I heard the slap of palms and happily shared murmurs. I let it all wash over me, biding my time before facing the man responsible for bringing me into the world—more or less.
He was handsome, all chiseled features, twinkling eyes and blinding smiles. He stood brushing six feet, slender with a head full of salt and pepper hair and eyes the same turquoise-blue with flakes of green, gray and brown as mine. He wore casual clothes; black slacks and a white dress shirt. There was nothing intimidating about him, or so I thought until he finally turned those eyes on me, and I froze like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi.
“Fallon.” His smile was soft, sad, but blazing with a light only my mother had ever worn when looking at me—love. “You’ve grown.”
It was a lame joke, yet it was kind of funny. The last time he’d seen me, I’d been four so, yeah, I had grown since then.
“Yeah…” I voice hitched embarrassingly.
As tense, awkward moments went, it was the worst. My mind remained stubbornly blank, probably giving me an air of idiocy. I didn’t know what to do with my hands; they suddenly seemed so big and dumb hanging at my sides uselessly and I couldn’t stop wondering if I was slouching.
“How are you?” he asked.
I did that stupid shoulder jerk thing. It was a toss between a shrug and a nervous twitch. “Okay. And you are? Okay, I mean. Are you okay?” I grimaced at my own rambling. “How are you?”
His lips curled in the faintest smile. “Nervous.” It was comforting how easily he said it. It was also really good to know I wasn’t the only one. “I’ve been waiting for this moment a very long time.”
He moved then. It was quick, or maybe I blinked, but he was suddenly in front of me and I was engulfed in a fierce embrace so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. I didn’t complain. It wasn’t tight enough. He smelled like a dad, or what I always imagined a dad would smell like—warm, loving and strong.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmured vehemently into my temple.
“I missed you, too,” I replied, still grappling with the knowledge that I had a dad, a dad I was told was dead my whole life. A dad who wanted me.
He pushed me back to arm’s length and stared down at me, his eyes unnaturally large and bright. Mom used to get that look during romance movies, just before she started crying. But nothing about Ashton suggested he was a closet romance crier. No, he was impenetrable, resolute … sturdy. Still, his eyes shone down at me like liquid pools. My own were filmy.
He smiled, giving my shoulders a squeeze. “Call me Ashton, unless you prefer Dad or Ash. Whatever is easier for you.” He paused, before adding, “You must have a million questions.”
My smile quivered. “Yeah.”
He gave my shoulders another squeeze. “Let me take you home. You must be starving.”
Home … I’d never had one of those before. I grew up in motel rooms on greasy, cardboard food and plastic cups. I lived out of a single duffle bag, out of the back of my mom’s Impala. The closest thing I’d ever come to healthy living was the tomatoes and lettuce on my burger and remembering not to fall asleep against the car window while the sun was highest in the sky. But I didn’t eat food anymore. At least, I hadn’t in almost a month.
“Actually, there are a few things we need to tell you first.” Isaiah took a step forward.
Ashton glanced from me to Isaiah, curiosity bright in his eyes. He straightened, removing his hands from my shoulders, leaving a cold sensation behind. “Is here all right?”
Isaiah glanced around at the people rushing around us. “Perhaps somewhere else?”
Ashton nodded, all business now. He surveyed the park, the movement quick, but I knew it was thorough. He didn’t seem like the sort to leave anything half-assed. “There is a café down the block. It’s usually very quiet around this time and the staff doesn’t meddle.”
I learned quickly what that meant. As soon as we walked into the tiny corner café, the staff vanished. Not into thin air, but they got one head nod from Ashton and walked a straight line into the back room, closing the door behind them.
“I own the building,” Ashton said when he caught me staring in awe.
“I guess being a doctor pays really well, huh?” I mused.
“Doctor?” Ashton peered over his shoulder at me, his features perplexed.
I looked towards Isaiah, waiting for him to explain, because he’d been the one to tell me my father was a doctor. But he was equally puzzled by Ashton’s confusion.
“Oh!” Ashton seemed to realize something. He nodded. “Yes. Doctor.” He closed and locked the glass door behind us. He turned and motioned towards the fifteen or so empty tables around the place. “Why don’t we talk?”
After a curious glance between me and Isaiah, we took the seat furthest from the wall of windows, right in the corner so we had a clear view of the whole café, including the front door.
“You are a doctor, right?” I pressed. “I mean, that’s how you met Garrison, isn’t it?”
He cleared his throat and I could tell right away I wasn’t going to like what he was about to tell me.
“I’m not a doctor,” he said slowly, looking from me to Isaiah. “That was what I’d told your mother I was when we first met.”
“So what are you then?” This was from Isaiah, who looked even more betrayed by the confession than I felt.
Ashton lowered his gaze to the tabletop. “I’m many things,” he began slowly.
“But all these years…” Isaiah shook his head. “You told me—”
“I know.” Ashton looked him square in the face. “I will explain everything in due time, Isaiah. For now, I think we have more important things to discuss.” He cast me a pointed glance.
The muscles in Isaiah’s jaw flexed, but he reined in the frustration I could feel pouring off him into me. I had to restrain the urge to reach for his hand.
“Garrison has become more persistent in his hunt for Fallon,” Isaiah mumbled, unable to conceal the grudge in his tone. “We can hardly go a day without an attack. Whoever his tracker is, they’re very powerful. I haven’t been able to sense them anywhere near us, yet they always seem to know where we are.”
Ashton nodded as though this made sense. “My sources have informed me of a great surge in numbers this last few weeks. Terrell has found a new source of power from somewhere and he’s not wasting any time using it. I think it’s only a matter of time before his forces close in on you.”
“Are you a spy?” I blurted.
Ashton blinked. Then he broke into a deep rumble of laugh. “No, but I make it my business to keep feelers in all things noteworthy, and Terrell has particular place in my interests.”
“Isaiah tells me you’ve been rescuing the children Garrison—”
“He’d be both wrong and right,” Ashton interrupted. “I do my best to rescue those I can, but they aren’t as many children as there once had been. There are a few, but those remaining, Terrell guards very closely. I haven’t rescued anyone in nearly a year.”
“If not children, then what—”
Ashton put his hand up, stopping my tumble of questions. “Let’s talk about all that later. Right now, I want to hear your news.”
I wanted to press. I still had so many questions. But he was right. We could talk about those things later. We had, after all, all the time in the world.
“I told you about our run in with Maia and Yuri,” Isaiah began.
Ashton nodded. “Yes, how they found Fallon. Terrell no doubt sent them out of desperation. Maia is not someone Terrell would send if the situation hadn’t gotten out of hand. She’s the most evil creature I have ever encountered and that is saying quite a bit.”
Isaiah nodded. “We managed to evade him for a while, before we were captured. We were taken to Garrison’s home just north of Whistler. I don’t know the exact location, but I can find it if I tried.”
Ashton shook his head. “That won’t be necessary. I’ve known for a while where he calls home. However, had I known you were there, I would have come to get you myself.”
“Contact was impossible,” Isaiah replied. “We were heavily guarded, right until the end when we managed to escape.”
“And did he ever tell you what his plans were?” Ashton wondered.
I shook my head before Isaiah could tell him otherwise. Ashton may have been my father, the man whose blood ran through my veins, but he’d also been partners with Garrison once upon a time and I was too paranoid to trust anyone. I trusted people who lied even less. Whether or not he’d ever been a doctor was a moot point. It was him lying about it that only increased my distrust. Plus I hadn’t forgotten Mom’s last warnings to me not to trust Ashton.
Isaiah must have sensed my need not to share the fact that we were potential weapons of mass destruction, because he didn’t bring it up. Instead, he veered the topic back to our escape.
“Fallon saved my life.” Isaiah cast me a level glance as though daring me to contradict his claim.
He was wrong. I hadn’t saved his life. He may have gotten shot, but with his accelerated healing, he hadn’t been in any real danger.
“Well, you did what you had to,” Ashton said at once, voice unwavering. “Had it not been them, it would have been you.”
Was that how murderers looked themselves in the mirror? Justification? How did one justify taking a life?
“After we escaped, we laid low for a couple of weeks and tried to regroup before we contacted you,” Isaiah finished at last.
By laid low, he meant me vehemently dragging my feet on the whole situation and him needing a month to convince me that it was time I met my father.
Despite my need for answer and safety, I could never shake the uncertainty the idea of meeting Ashton always provoked. But I was really tired of running. I was tired of not having options. I was tired of being tired. Plus, Isaiah was so adamant that Ashton was the good guy. Maybe he was right.
Ashton, who had been listening attentively to Isaiah, beamed. “Remarkable!” he said, shaking his head. “Absolutely remarkable. I always knew Terrell was unstable, but this proves that his lunacy goes much deeper than face value.”
You think? I wanted to say. His brilliant observation was, oh, seventeen years too late.
“There’s more,” Isaiah murmured, hesitant. “Garrison’s still alive and out for blood.”
Ashton nodded. “You’ll be safe at Luxuria. I made the mistake of letting you fend for yourself once. I won’t—”
“I didn’t fend for myself!” My tone came out sharper than I’d intended. “I had Mom and we were doing fine until this crap happened.”
Ashton visibly winced. “Yes, of course. I apologize.” He lowered his head. “I should have done more to protect you both and for that, I am eternally guilt ridden. I failed you.”
“You couldn’t have known,” I murmured.
He wouldn’t meet my eye. “Perhaps.” He placed a gentle hand on mine. “I can’t replace what you had with your mother, Fallon, but I promise that I will protect you in every way that I can. You’re safe now.”
It was daunting to accept. It seemed too easy, and even as a part of me salivated at the possibility of being wholly and truly in the clear. Yet the part of me that had seen and done too much, refused to believe it. Also, I knew firsthand what Garrison was capable of. I knew that he would never give up looking for me. I was too valuable. But my options were slim. My life was in danger and because of me, Isaiah was in danger. In order to keep him safe, I had to trust Ashton. I had to believe that he meant what he said about keeping us away from Garrison.
The shriek of Isaiah’s chair sliding viciously across the smooth laminate sent my heart scuttling up into my throat even before he shouted, “We need to go!” and grabbed my arm.
I was hauled to my feet and dragged behind him.
Ashton was up and out of his seat with much less haste. He twisted his body to the window even as his hand went around behind him. The movement was so quick, so fluid like he’d done it a million times, a frightening thought when, a second later, he was cradling a sleek, black handgun. It was almost reassuring to know my father packed heat like some mafia guy, if not a bit daunting. But even that wasn’t as blood chilling as the three familiar silhouettes making their way with great ease across the street in the direction of the cafe.
“Take her through the back.” Ashton passed Isaiah the gun, who took it and seamlessly slipped it into the waistband of his jeans. “I’ll deal with them.”
“Wait!” I lunged after him when he made for the door, ignoring Isaiah’s grip on me when I grabbed Ashton’s arm. “You can’t go out there without your gun! You have no idea—”
Ashton smiled calmly at me. It was so off-putting considering the situation that I dropped my hand. “Don’t worry about me, dearest. I don’t need a weapon.”
Then, with a wink that only sealed my theory that my dad was suicidal, he strolled out of the café to meet the Shadow Brothers.


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Image and video hosting by TinyPicMy Review: One day authors (should i say other authors?) anyways, one day, we readers will rise up against your cliffhangering-y ternary and demand that if you do it, have the next one out the next day! Or just you know, stop you from doing it…

First Warning: I was given an ARC in exchange for an honest review => honesty is the best policy right? Unless a girl asks you if she looks fat, the answer is always, always, NO. don’t question me on this. It’s just how the world works.

Second Warning: This is a SECOND in a Saga, please keep that in mind because while I will not giveaway any spoilers (unless hidden) from this book, but there may be unavoidable spoilers from book one. Understood? Cool let’s get started.

Song Choice: “Rabbit Heart” by Florence + Machine, “Satellite Heart” by Anya Marina, “This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arm Race” by Fall Out Boy

First thought: Holy fuck. We have been waiting what a year for this book? (no that isn’t a jab at Airicka) This is my saying – it was fucking worth the wait and so much more. If you’re looking for something so original, so mind blowingly good stop looking you’ve found it cause this is going to have your jaw dropping so much you will need surgery to fix it. Cause WOW. seriously i know I saw wow a lot but WOW. I was not expecting that at all.

Thoughts on Plot: So I am going to start where I left off a second ago, the I was not expecting that all sort of thing, at first I was like O.O HOLY HELL, we are given something so much more than the first book I thought would have ever offered, and that is coming out wrong. What I am trying to say here is: What you think you might know about this series, I can guarantee you are wrong. So very wrong. At first I wasn’t sure how this new thing that is introduced (can’t say what it is but i LOVED IT) connected with book one. I will admit for the first cough half cough of this book I was going I love this story line, i love this plot, i love the action, i love all this NEW-NESS, but how does it connect with book one other than we have Isaiah and Fallon. Don’t worry Garrison is still around. The sick bastard… i mean….*pats head*. Anyways so yeah I did have that thought then we got to the second half of the book when things start really lining up and holy mother of god I just figured something out while writing this!!! OMGOD…OH MY GOD. OMG. okay i am going to try really hard not to freak out about that anymore because its something you are going to have to figure your for yourselves… OMG. GENIUS. Alright so there is a lot, A LOT ALOT of new information in this book, a lot of new ideas everything I loved, i think it really helped expand this series as a whole and I think it gives the reader and Airicka more room to expand the plot, and really make it juicy for the next two *wiggles eyebrows suggestively* Anyways if you were a fan of book one, well I think you will absolutely adore book two ^.^

Characters:

Characters are always hard to do after the first book because its like I have covered them? I have to talk more about them? Why yes…yes I do. :)

Fallon: I was happy she was her snarky sense with awesome comebacks in her head or out loud or times than not out loud ;) I think that in this book she was growing a little more, she is learning how to live without her mother, but also accepting that she has her mysterious father who is not dead, all the while she is dealing with the fact she is only 17 – yeah remind yourself about that little fact because i certainly kept forgetting ;) anyways i think at the end of the book she was still a little too trusting, but I am seeing changes in her, seeing growth, and that is the thing with series its hard, you can’t have your character change all in one book, then what is left for them but adventures? And readers love seeing their MCs grow, and I think Fallon will be showing us a whole lot of growth – still love her.

Isaiah: Sexy, yes. Quiet, yup. Reserved. Not so much anymore. Hello, you golden skin hottie, please be informed from this point on I am going to require that he never wears a shirt for the rest of this series – that is a demand Airicka Phoenix, a demand. Anyways. I think this was more for Fallon that it was for them …if that makes sense. There is romance don’t worry but there is a lot to be learned, and a lot to be done.

Archer: I am a sucker for a guy named Archer. I am a sucker for the sarcastic one. ^.^

There are other new characters in this book but I really don’t want to talk about them publicly in fear of doing spoilers so i will say this, they were well developed, deceivingly amazing, and i can’t wait for more. Seriously. I can’t wait. Give it to me now. I might even suggest just giving me your brain Airicka. :| <= serious face.

Ending: Its been covered ^^^^^^^^ up there. 

Blog Tour: Sun Damage by Nikki Rae (Spotlight&Review)

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Sun Damage Synopsis:
Life wasn’t what Sophie was expecting, so why should death be any different?
She’s come back from swimming between the two, and every problem she left is still there. And then some.
There’s the human world, where she has a brother on the verge of ruins, band mates all set to go on tour, and people she thought she wouldn’t be seeing for a long time showing up.
Then there’s her new world, where she’s seeing and hearing things that should not be heard or seen. Where Myles knows more about her than she could have ever guessed. She still doesn’t know exactly why Michael is tormenting her, but somehow, everything is connected.
The monsters are closing in on all sides and the question is, will Sophie be able to defeat them before it all ends?
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My Review: 5 out of 5 stars


I’ve decided goodbyes are harder on readers than they will ever be for the authors. I am allowed to say this. Because we have to say goodbye to these characters for potentially ever, we can revisit them in the pages that were written, and join them on the same adventure. The author though, she/he has all the answers, all the time to revisit and join her/his characters on “one last adventure” in dreams or so be it. So let us prepare to say goodbye to Sophie and Myles, an uncommon, intriguing, couple that will leaving you remembering what it is to really love. It’s not pretty, it’s not all rainbows and butterflies and some really good sex, it’s so much more. No allow me to step off my soapbox it’s pretty high up there so give me a minute. \

“The last son of the night is “Colorblind” and we get to it too fast. It’s harder than I thought it would be. Most of the tour I was either distracted by my own problems or just didn’t remember shows we played. Not that I’m here, back in my own world, only thinking about the words, only concentrating on moving my hands against the keys, I don’t ever want to leave again. I make every note count.” 
To me this is Nikki’s goodbye and its beautiful.


So Now that I’ve done all that lets start this review – BECCASTYLE, yes I am making that a word, don’t judge me. Okay judge me.
Nikki Rae has a tantalizing seductive way of writing. Making you so twisted when you step back you have wonder…Am I the monster?

First Warning: This ARC was given to me in exchange for an honest review from the author and that is what I am going to do, be honest. I would also like to point out that it was stated that things were subject to change.

Second Warning: This was a final in a series. If you haven’t read book one and two, please don’t read this review, I promise not to spoil this book, but there are no guarantees to book one and two they are fair game :p

Song choice: “Falling” by Florence + Machine, “My Love” by Sia, “All Our Endless Love” by The Bird and the Bee

First thoughts: So…wow. I guess that is one way to end a series. There was a lot that we still have yet to have learned in this book, surprises that I am not even going to pretend I knew that they were going to happen. Oh also that thing you call a heart – go ahead and dump that bitch right now, she is will just break a couple hundred times ;) probably by the end it will be mended though ;)

Thoughts on Plot: So both books same thing, Michael. How is he going to ruin our lives again, I mean Myles and Sophie’s lives….anyways….There is a lot of dealing with Sophie and Myles’ issues, and like I said we are going to find out quite a bit in this book. Like what? I can’t really say but we are going to learn why Michael is so scared of the beautiful Sophie. So the pace was pretty good, I was trying to slow my own need to finish because I knew when I finished I would be “finished”. I wasn’t ready for that shit. I did almost cry at work… woman not cool, I rarely cry at home, but making a girl cry at work…not cool, not cool ;) Anyways I guess the best thing I can say is, be prepared to learn lots, be prepared to say goodbye, and be prepared to feel alllll the feeelllllss.

Characters:

Sophie: We leave book two…at *eye twitches* a horrible spot. Sophie is about to go through a huge huge huge huge huge huge change. In this book I think she takes three steps back at first, then near the end she runs about 10 miles ahead. She does in the end grow into herself again, and I think it was beautiful. I really love that Nikki never takes the easy route; I mean it would be easy for her to forgive and forget, the past is the past, until it’s not anymore though. I think that a big part of this though was she was starting to walk, truly on her own.
Never Fear Myles is there here!

Myles: Oh my god. Never have I read in a guy’s POV and felt so comfortable, and just thought: YES. I loved reading as Myles in the few scenes that we get for him. It was always apparent how much he loved Sophie but I don’t know this just really solidifies how awesome he really is. Wow. Such a fantastic character that I just adore.

Jade: Poor Jade :(. He had so much he had to deal with in this book as well. I am though glad he wasn’t the brother that made one appearance then disappeared, he had some of his own growing to do in this book and I think in the end he will get there. <3

The ending:
What’s important is that it goes on. 

Update: Nikki e-mail the ARCers and told them there was a slight change in the end…all remains the same for me, my heart broke into a million pieces, and i am not crying right now, and it was a beyond beautiful ending. It was their ending <3 

So I want to put down every quote that I highlighted but then I would be giving you more than half the book so that isn’t possible.

Read on my friends, you are going to have a book hangover after this.

Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcVb_cZXswk

Touching Fire (Touch #2) by Airicka Phoenix

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Summary Via Goodreads:

Finding her past was supposed to end the nightmare. Only it was just the beginning.

Entrusting the fate of the world, not to mention her and Isaiah’s life to a father she’s never met is a big leap of faith on Fallon’s part. But it’s a necessary risk. Ashton is the key to protecting Isaiah and keeping her out of Garrison’s clutches. He is also the only one who can tell her what she is, except what she learns is that she is from a world that is far more dangerous than anyone could possibly imagine.

As her powers grow out of control, Fallon must pick between her mortality and a legacy that does not include Isaiah. She must summon the courage to face a destiny that will test the boundaries of everything she has ever known. But most of all, she must protect Isaiah from the monster within herself and trust the man whose toxic blood runs through her veins.

Danger builds as power clashes between two evils, both seeking her to tip the scales to eternal darkness and suffering.

Can humanity rise to face an ancient calling to which Fallon is powerless to stop? Can she protect those she cares about, or will their blood forever stain her hands?

Touch Vengeance. Touch Malice. Touch Fire.

 

My Review: 5 out of 5 stars

One day authors (should i say other authors?) anyways, one day, we readers will rise up against your cliffhangering-y ternary and demand that if you do it, have the next one out the next day! Or just you know, stop you from doing it…

First Warning: I was given an ARC in exchange for an honest review => honesty is the best policy right? Unless a girl asks you if she looks fat, the answer is always, always, NO. don’t question me on this. It’s just how the world works.

Second Warning: This is a SECOND in a Saga, please keep that in mind because while I will not giveaway any spoilers (unless hidden) from this book, but there may be unavoidable spoilers from book one. Understood? Cool let’s get started.

Song Choice: “Rabbit Heart” by Florence + Machine, “Satellite Heart” by Anya Marina, “This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arm Race” by Fall Out Boy

First thought: Holy fuck. We have been waiting what a year for this book? (no that isn’t a jab at Airicka) This is my saying – it was fucking worth the wait and so much more. If you’re looking for something so original, so mind blowingly good stop looking you’ve found it cause this is going to have your jaw dropping so much you will need surgery to fix it. Cause WOW. seriously i know I saw wow a lot but WOW. I was not expecting that at all.

Thoughts on Plot: So I am going to start where I left off a second ago, the I was not expecting that all sort of thing, at first I was like O.O HOLY HELL, we are given something so much more than the first book I thought would have ever offered, and that is coming out wrong. What I am trying to say here is: What you think you might know about this series, I can guarantee you are wrong. So very wrong. At first I wasn’t sure how this new thing that is introduced (can’t say what it is but i LOVED IT) connected with book one. I will admit for the first cough half cough of this book I was going I love this story line, i love this plot, i love the action, i love all this NEW-NESS, but how does it connect with book one other than we have Isaiah and Fallon. Don’t worry Garrison is still around. The sick bastard… i mean….*pats head*. Anyways so yeah I did have that thought then we got to the second half of the book when things start really lining up and holy mother of god I just figured something out while writing this!!! OMGOD…OH MY GOD. OMG. okay i am going to try really hard not to freak out about that anymore because its something you are going to have to figure your for yourselves… OMG. GENIUS. Alright so there is a lot, A LOT ALOT of new information in this book, a lot of new ideas everything I loved, i think it really helped expand this series as a whole and I think it gives the reader and Airicka more room to expand the plot, and really make it juicy for the next two *wiggles eyebrows suggestively* Anyways if you were a fan of book one, well I think you will absolutely adore book two ^.^

Characters:

Characters are always hard to do after the first book because its like I have covered them? I have to talk more about them? Why yes…yes I do. :)

Fallon: I was happy she was her snarky sense with awesome comebacks in her head or out loud or times than not out loud ;) I think that in this book she was growing a little more, she is learning how to live without her mother, but also accepting that she has her mysterious father who is not dead, all the while she is dealing with the fact she is only 17 – yeah remind yourself about that little fact because i certainly kept forgetting ;) anyways i think at the end of the book she was still a little too trusting, but I am seeing changes in her, seeing growth, and that is the thing with series its hard, you can’t have your character change all in one book, then what is left for them but adventures? And readers love seeing their MCs grow, and I think Fallon will be showing us a whole lot of growth – still love her.

Isaiah: Sexy, yes. Quiet, yup. Reserved. Not so much anymore. Hello, you golden skin hottie, please be informed from this point on I am going to require that he never wears a shirt for the rest of this series – that is a demand Airicka Phoenix, a demand. Anyways. I think this was more for Fallon that it was for them …if that makes sense. There is romance don’t worry but there is a lot to be learned, and a lot to be done.

Archer: I am a sucker for a guy named Archer. I am a sucker for the sarcastic one. ^.^

There are other new characters in this book but I really don’t want to talk about them publicly in fear of doing spoilers so i will say this, they were well developed, deceivingly amazing, and i can’t wait for more. Seriously. I can’t wait. Give it to me now. I might even suggest just giving me your brain Airicka. :| <= serious face.

Ending: Its been covered ^^^^^^^^ up there.

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