Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Waiting on Wednesday #75

Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly event hosted by Breaking The Spine where you can spotlight an upcoming release that you're eagerly anticipating.

This week I'm waiting on.....
The Closer You Come by Gena Showalter
Releases on: March 31st 2015
New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter introduces the Original Heartbreakers, where three not-quite-reformed bad boys are about to meet the women who will bring them to their knees.

Just released from prison, Jase Hollister has only one goal: stay out of trouble. Strawberry Valley, Oklahoma, sounds like the perfect place for him and his two brothers-by-circumstance to settle down and live a nice, simple life. Model citizen isn’t exactly this rugged bachelor’s default setting—especially when it comes to a certain hot-blooded Southern beauty—but he's determined to play by the rules.

Brook Lynn Dillon has always been the responsible type. Not that it’s done her much good. The down-on-her-luck waitress is broke, single and wouldn’t know fun if it bit her. Or so she thinks. Jase makes bad look oh, so good. Dangerous, sexy and tempting as sin, he is everything she never knew she wanted. Passion sizzles between them, but is it enough to melt his resistance? After all, the right kind of trouble might be just what he needs…

I'm super excited for the first book Gena Showalter's The Original Heartbreakers series! I'm a dedicated Gena Showalter fan and have read every book of hers that I've managed to get my hands on. She's a fantastic paranormal romance author and I love her supernatural tales, but I'm really excited about the prospect of her new contemporary/NA series! Cannot. Wait!
What do you think of The Closer You Come? Do you want to read it?
And what are you waiting on this week?!?


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Book Blitz: Hunters by Aoife Marie Sheridan- Excerpt & Giveaway

Today the Book Blitz for Hunters by Aoife Marie Sheridan stops by the blog thanks to Xpresso Book Tours! Below you'll find an excerpt from the book and I have an ecopy of Hunters to give away as well.

Abigail is nineteen. Her job, she hunts demons.

Her life so far has been tough. Having witnessed her family’s death and her mother’s suicide, she’s been taken in by a priest, who believes her when she says that she sees ghosts. Father Peter trains her as a demon hunter with three other members, one being Daniel, who isn’t what he seems.

But when a possession goes wrong, and ghosts start to attack Abigail, the tight rope she has on her emotions soon starts to loosen. Abigail draws the unwanted attention of the Reote, and she finds out a lot more than she was willing to learn.

Knowledge is power, but for Abigail, it’s her undoing, and the only thing keeping her together is Daniel.


From Hunters.....
Taken from Chapter Three – The School (Abigail)

I stayed silent in Blake’s car, in no mood to talk to him since he wouldn’t let me drive. We were heading back to the base before we did our neck assignment. Going back made me think of Zee and the one word he had said earlier rang out in my mind. The fact that he said that he had never regretted saving me meant more to me than he would ever know. If I let myself get any closer, he would be the undoing of me and I was already starting to fray around the edges. I didn’t want to feel so happy about the way he looked at me; I could never act upon it or tell him how I felt. My head was getting sore. Why was everything so difficult? But I was doing him a favor and, honestly, myself too. I was saving him the enviable heartache and I was afraid of opening up to him. I didn’t want anything up here to fight for. I didn’t want to lose any more people that I love. I had lost enough. 

 Blake turned on some music. It was more like background music, just light and easy, so I didn’t complain. 

“Are you okay?” Blake’s words pulled me out of my torture. I didn’t turn to him, but continued to stare out the window.

“Yes, fine.” 

“I know you don’t know me, but you can trust me if you need to talk,” Blake said, almost, sounding sincere.

 I snorted. “You’re right. I don’t know you. And I don’t trust people that I don’t know, or people who lie to me, so no, I don’t want to talk.” I hadn’t forgotten his intrusion in my home. 

“But I redeemed myself by sticking up for you with Father Peter.” 
Now, I looked at Blake, a small smile growing on his face.

“Why were you at my apartment?” I stared at him, hoping he would get flustered. 

“Honestly, I had heard a lot about you, so I was curious.” He didn’t even flinch or look away from the road, but I could hear an undertone of resentment. But Why?

“Curious enough to break into someone’s home and stand over them while they slept? Blake, you need to get yourself a hobby!”

 He looked at me going red. What was it about this guy? I swear, I knew him from somewhere. It wasn’t his face, but just how I felt around him. The hairs on the back of my neck always felt as if they were rising.

“What part of the world did you come from?” I asked. Considering his olive skin and brown eyes, I assumed somewhere warm.

“Originally, from Spain, but I have been based in America for the last two years.” He didn’t have a Spanish accent.

“Why were you transferred?” I asked, since he wasn’t exactly handing out the information.

“I wanted a change of scenery,” he said and smiled at me.

 I turned back in my seat, facing the road just in time to see a small child step out in front of us. I let out a scream for Blake to stop, but he didn’t, he just looked at me puzzled. We were going to hit the child, so I pulled the steering wheel out of Blake’s hands, driving us into a ditch. I braced myself as we hit the ditch at full impact, my body lifted from the seat, only to be slammed back down by the seat belt. My arms and legs were flailing like a rag doll and the impact of the seatbelt on my chest knocked the air right out of my lungs. The car flipped, landing on its roof. Glass shattered on top of us. The engine still roared as metal scratched across the earth. The car shifted for a moment and then stopped. 

I could feel warm liquid run down on my face. No air could reach my lungs. I fought, but nothing came. Blackness overtook me. 

“Abigail,” a soft voice called my name, pulling me awake. I opened my eyes, getting an eye full of my black hair. From the pressure on my head and what I was seeing, we were hanging upside down. 

“Blake, are you alright?” I asked, turning in his direction, a sharp pain bit into my forehead, making me wince. 

A loud thud filled the car. “Yes, just hold on,” Blake said, now out of his seat. “On the count of three, I’ll open your seatbelt, okay?” 

“Okay.” I swallowed and braced myself for the fall. I fell, letting out a scream as my ribs protested with the impact of hitting the floor. My hands went to my side as I found it hard to breathe. Blake crawled out his window, the glass shattering.

“Wait a second!” he said, but I just wanted to get out. He removed his jacket stiffly, looking like he was in pain and laid it across the ground beside the window, covering as much glass as possible.

“Okay, come on, be careful.” He sat back on his hunkers, looking in at me.

 I crawled out, letting go of my side. The pain was almost unbearable, but I needed to get out of the car. I could feel the bite of the glass under the jacket as I made my way out of the window. We both sat there for a moment, stunned. My side ached, but it was a bit easier to breathe and my head pounded. I reached my hand up and it came away slick with blood. The little boy entered my mind. I got up too quickly and stumbled, falling onto the road.

“Abigail, what are you doing?” Blake followed me, moving slowly, his leg seemed to be bothering him. I couldn’t see a cut along his denim jeans, but I didn’t inspect any further, I needed to find the boy. 

“The boy … the little boy we hit!” My heart pounded, “Where is he? Oh god, don’t say we killed him.” I stood again in the middle of the road, doing a full three sixty, but no one was in sight. 

“Check the ditches, Blake. He might be hurt!” 

Blake grabbed my arms and shook me, igniting the pain in my side. I winced, but he continued to speak, “What are you talking about? There was no boy, Abigail. You just pulled the steering wheel right out of my hand!” 

My breathing became ragged. “I saw him …  the boy and you saw him too. He was on the road. We swerved, but I’m not sure if we hit him.” My words sounded hysterical, even to my own ears, but through my whole speech, Blake just continued to shake his head. 

“No one was on the road.” He looked concerned now.

“I know what I saw!” I pulled my arms free and started to look up one side of the road for anything. He was real. He was a person. He had feet. I paused in my thoughts. Did I see his feet? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure if it was just his body. My body was shaking from shock or fear, I didn’t know, but I kept looking.  

“We crashed. No, we’re fine. Honestly, just some minor cuts. She’s in shock. I’m not sure what happened. Can you just send someone down here, now? Maybe Daniel. He can calm her down.” 

I didn’t know who Blake was talking to, but I didn’t care, I needed to find the little boy.  I searched the other side of the road.

“Abigail, get off the road now. What if a car comes!” Blake said, looking at me as if I was a mad woman. 

“No, I need to find him first!”

 Blake stormed over, grabbing my arm; and tried to drag me to the other side of the road, causing the pain in my side to burn. This time, I let out a strangled cry, one that he ignored.

 “No one is there. It’s all in your head.” He practically roared it. 
Tears filled my eyes.

“I know what I saw. Please, let me look for him. He could be dying!” 

Blake shook his head in denial. “Fine, I’ll look this side and you take the other, but if we don’t find him, I don’t want to hear you mention this again!” he said.

 I nodded my head in agreement, not meaning a word of it.

There was no sign of the little boy or anything that would suggest he ever existed, no shoe, no foot prints, no blood. A car pulled up, Father Peter and Zee moved towards us.

Zee didn’t say anything, but pulled me into his arms. He could feel my distress. Father Peter went to Blake, who had sat down again. 

“What happened?” he asked. 

“A dog ran out on the road, I tried to avoid it, but I couldn’t.” Blake told the lie so easily… but why?

Zee’s body stiffened before he turned to Blake. Taking huge steps, I raced after him.

 “You almost killed her because of a dog?” His anger was so intense, radiating off him. 

I could see Blake cringe back.

“Zee, stop!” I said, resting my hand on his arm and then I flinched at the movement. My side was getting worse. He looked down at my hand and then back to my face with worry, concern, and fear. “I’m fine,” I said. 

“Let’s get both of you to the hospital for a check-up,” Father Peter said.

“No!” both Blake and I responded in unison. I hated hospitals and Father Peter knew it.

“Yes!” he answered both of us back, while pointing to the car.
 Zee helped me into the back seat and slide in beside me. I looked up as Blake got into the front, our eyes meeting briefly. Why did you lie? I thought to myself. It made no sense!

“Your ribs are broken,” Zee whispered to me. 

“It’s okay. I’ll get sorted at the hospital,” I said, but Zee was already moving his hands to my side, I looked in the rear view mirror to see if either Father Peter or Blake were watching.

 It was too risky and I shook my head at Zee to let him know, but he didn’t seem to care. He closed his eyes, his hands pushing deeper into my ribs. I let off a hiss, biting my lip until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth and then the pain was gone. My ribs were healed. 

“Thank you,” I mouthed to him, but he wasn’t done.

He took off his jacket.

“Should I turn down the heating?” Blake asked with a little too much suspicion in his voice. 

“Yeah, that would be great,” Zee said, not fazed at all by Blake. 

What was wrong with him? I had never seen him so careless before! Father Peter was focused on the road; his only mission was to get us to the hospital safely. I glanced in the mirror again, but Blake was facing stiffly forward. Zee placed his hand on my forehead and I could feel the cut knitting itself back together. He examined it. Once he was satisfied that the cut was closed, he started cleaning off my blood. I couldn’t understand why he was taking such good care of me and doing it so openly.

I pushed his hands away, feeling claustrophobic and confused by all his fussing. He still hovered over me, searching my face, neck, and hands for any more marks. I grabbed his hand, making him look at me. My stomach fluttered when his intense blue eyes meet mine. 

“I’m okay,” I whispered, needing to calm him down, but his eyes searched mine. I held my breath, finding it too much with him this close, so I dropped his hands and looked away. 

Aoife Marie Sheridan has loved reading from a very young age, starting off with mills and boon's books, given to by her grandmother her love for romances grew, by the age of 14 she had read hundreds of them. Aoife had a passion for writing poetry or in her eyes her journal entries. It was something she did throughout her teens and into her twenties.

Aoife won first place for two of her poems and had them published at a young age of just nineteen. Realising she needed to get a real job (What writing isn't) she studied accountancy and qualified working in that field for many years, until her passion for reading returned and she found Maria V Snyder. Poison study one of her favourite books has been read and re-read countless times.

Aoife's first book Eden Forest (Part one of the Saskia Trilogy) came to be after a dream of a man and woman on a black horse jumping through a wall of fire and the idea of Saskia was born. Now with her first novel published and taking first place for Eden Forest with Writers Got Talent 2013, Aoife continues to write tales of fantasy and is currently working on her third book for the Saskia Trilogy amongst other new works.

To contact Aoife you can email her at

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As I mentioned, I have ONE (1) e-copy of Hunters to give away thanks to author Aoife Marie Sheridan and Xpresso Book Tours. To enter simply comment with a way to contact you, letting me know which format you would like! Giveaway ends 4th of November (in two weeks time).


Monday, October 20, 2014

Release Day Blitz: Runaway by Brina Courtney

Today I'm participating in the Release Day Blitz for Runaway by Brina Courtney thanks to Mark My Words Publicity.

Camryn Cruise is not human. But she doesn’t know what she is. Not yet.

The world is falling apart and her only escape is Camp Silverlake where she frequently stayed as a child. But Camryn’s summers weren’t filled with crafting and swimming, they were spent learning combat skills an d how to protect herself from the outside world.

Now she must return to Camp Silverlake to learn the truth, about who she is and she’ll discover the secret hidden within her blood. A secret that could save them all.

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Brina Courtney is a young adult author obsessed wit h chocolate, crime shows, and fantasy movies. She's spent the last few years as a n elementary teacher and a high school cheering coach. She lives in a small town in Pennsylvania with her husband and two very loud, small dogs.

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Sunday, October 19, 2014

Free Ebooks

Hi guys!

It's that time again :) I've got a bunch of free Kindle ebooks to share with you below. Enjoy!

Hope you managed to get something new and different!

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Book Shelf: Maybe Someday by Colleen Hoover

At twenty-two years old, Sydney is enjoying a great life: She's in college, working a steady job, in love with her wonderful boyfriend, Hunter, and rooming with her best friend, Tori. But everything changes when she discovers that Hunter is cheating on her and she's forced to decide what her next move should be.

Soon, Sydney finds herself captivated by her mysterious and attractive neighbor, Ridge. She can't take her eyes off him or stop listening to the passionate way he plays his guitar every evening out on his balcony. And there's something about Sydney that Ridge can't ignore, either. They soon find themselves needing each other in more ways than one.

A passionate tale of friendship, betrayal, and romance, Maybe Someday will immerse readers in Sydney's tumultuous world from the very first page.

More info on Goodreads......


Maybe Someday by Colleen Hoover is a deeply emotional and arresting novel that will ingrain itself into your heart and soul with its intense longing and emotion that has already earned it a spot as one of my favourite books of this year!

In a time where there are so many books out there, it truly is an experience to read a book like Maybe Someday. I thought the previous novels I had read by Colleen Hoover were emotional, but neither compares to Maybe Someday. Personally, I found Maybe Someday to be one of the most emotionally taxing novels I have read in a long time where the feelings experienced by both main characters affected me so.

Maybe Someday is told through the eyes of twenty two year old Sydney Blake and twenty four year old Ridge Lawson, two neighbors who find themselves bonding over their shared love of music when Sydney learns that her boyfriend has been cheating on her with her roommate and the only person she can turn to is Ridge. Living together and developing music together sees their friendship develop into something so incredibly deep soon neither can deny the attraction they share despite the fact that Ridge’s heart also belongs to another.

Maybe Someday was such an intense book for me to read. Ordinarily one of my biggest pet peeves in novels is when people are in love with more than one person and aren’t faithful, but the way Maybe Someday was written and the intensity of Sydney and Ridges feelings as they both fight so hard against what they both feel really shook me and made me rethink how I perceive someone loving two people.

Sydney and Ridge are both such great characters and the ability to read the story is completely enhanced by the varying POV’s of both characters. I think there’s so much brilliance to be found within this story, from the harsh and powerful feelings Hoover conveys to the male lead of Ridge--a contradictive deaf musician who is quite possibly one of the most incredible characters I have ever had the pleasure of reading about! I love how Ridge doesn’t let the fact that he can’t hear limit him and instead he uses his limitations and thrives instead. Colleen Hoover has written such an inspiring character in Ridge with so much personality.

Colleen Hoover really touched and tore my heart in this novel. Ridge has two amazing women in his life; his girlfriend Maggie who he adores and is in love with and Sydney, the vibrant young woman who he connects with like no one before and who he can’t help but slowly begin to fall in love with even though the fights it so, so hard. I’ve never read a novel before where the main character loved two people so deeply and so truly that their heart was torn apart and owned by two different people.

Ridge knows what he wants in this novel; Maggie. And Sydney. There was so much powerful longing within this story between Sydney and Ridge. Having just been hurt, Sydney didn’t want to be "that girl" but she couldn’t help but fall for Ridge even though she fought it tooth and nail. The brilliance of this novel is that Hoover made me feel their guilt and their pain and their desire. I felt like I was being torn in two myself, especially when I was in Ridge’s mind. Maggie was such an amazing person and I could feel how much Ridge loved her. I felt like I was being unfaithful to Maggie when I would see him with Sydney and want him to be with her because I could feel the depths of his love for Maggie and I loved her in turn.

I very much appreciated the honesty Hoover features in this novel between Sydney and Ridge. They never actually hide from the fact they are developing feelings for each other. They’re both very addiment they don’t want to hurt Maggie and cause her pain and are upfront about what they feel. They try so hard to fight it and its actually really sad because they cause themselves so much pain by wanting to do the right thing.

The fact that Ridge has two amazing women in his life is a brilliant inclusion on Colleen Hoover’s part. When he’s with Maggie you think he should be with Maggie and when he’s with Sydney, you as the reader want him to be with Sydney. It’s not even a physical or sexual relationship between Sydney and Ridge that develops, but more a perfect harmony between two people who share so much. Ridge is in love with them both and would have stayed with Maggie without a doubt, but you have to wonder whether this really would have been out of a misguided notion of loyalty.

And yet, when the inevitable happens and there’s pain and heart ache experienced by all, it’s a bitter sweet beauty to see Colleen Hoover write the ending that seemed so logical and inevitable to the story. Weaving together such a powerful story with such a beautiful soundtrack, Hoover has cemented Maybe Someday as one of the best books I’ve read ever and leaves me still lost in it’s story even though I’ve turned the final page!

Source: Sent for review by Simon & Schuster (Thank you guys!)
Format: Paperback
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My Recommendation: This is one of the best books I've read this year--if you enjoy NA don't miss out on this one!
Cover: I think it's awesome; represents the book really well.
Will I read sequel/continue with series: This is a standalone novel, but I'll read whatever Hoover puts out next and of course I'd love some kind of spin-off if Hoover ever writes one......


Friday, October 17, 2014

Book Blitz: Frost by Kate Avery Ellison- Excerpt & Giveaway

Today I'm taking part in the Book Blitz for Frost by Kate Avery Ellison thanks to Xpresso Book Tours! Below there's a great excerpt from this YA dystopian read and an e-copy of Frost to give away :)

In the icy, monster-plagued world of the Frost, one wrong move and a person could end up dead—and Lia Weaver knows this better than anyone.

After monsters kill her parents, Lia must keep the family farm running despite the freezing cold and threat of monster attacks or risk losing her siblings to reassignment by the village Elders. With dangers on all sides and failure just one wrong step away, she can’t afford to let her emotions lead her astray. So when her sister finds a fugitive bleeding to death in the forest—a young stranger named Gabe—Lia surprises herself and does the unthinkable.

She saves his life.

Giving shelter to the fugitive could get her in trouble. The Elders have always described the advanced society of people beyond the Frost, the “Farthers,” as ruthless and cruel. But Lia is startled to find that Gabe is empathetic and intelligent…and handsome. She might even be falling in love with him.
But time is running out. The monsters from the forest circle the farm at night. The village leader is starting to ask questions. Farther soldiers are searching for Gabe. Lia must locate a secret organization called the Thorns to help Gabe escape to safety, but every move she makes puts her in more danger.

Is compassion—and love—worth the risk?


From Frost.....

A branch snapped in the woods to my left. I flinched, turning my head in an effort to locate the source of the sound. 

But silence wrapped the world once more. The shadows lay still and gray across the snow. Empty.

“It’s still light,” I whispered aloud, trying to reassure myself. In the light, I was safe. Even the smallest child knew that much. 

The monsters didn’t come out until after dark.

I moved faster anyway, spooked by that branch snap even though a blue-gray gloom still illuminated the path. A shiver ran down my spine. Despite our often-repeated mantras about the safety of the light, nothing was certain in the Frost. My parents had always been careful. They had always been prepared. And yet, two months ago they went out into the Frost in the daylight and never returned.

They’d been found days later, dead.

They’d been killed by the monsters that lurked deep in the Frost, monsters that barely anyone ever saw except for tracks in the snow, or the glow of their red eyes in the darkness.

My people called them Watchers.

Color danced at the edges of my vision as I passed the winter-defying snow blossoms, their long sky-blue petals drooping with ice as they dangled from the bushes that lined the path. They were everywhere here, spilling across the snow, drawing a line of demarcation between me and the woods. Every winter, the snows came and the cold killed everything, but these flowers lived. We planted them everywhere—on the paths and around our houses—because the Watchers rarely crossed a fallen snow blossom. For some reason, the flowers turned them away. 


I touched the bunch that dangled from my throat with one finger. My parents’ snow blossom necklaces had been missing from their bodies when they were found. Had the monsters torn the flowers off before killing them, or had they even been wearing them at all?

Another branch snapped behind me, the crack loud as a shout in the stillness.

I hurried faster.

Sometimes we found tracks across the paths despite the blossoms.

Sometimes nothing kept the Watchers out.

My foot caught a root, and I stumbled.

The bushes rustled behind me.

Panic clawed at my throat. I dropped my sack, fumbling at my belt for the knife I carried even though I knew it would do no good against the monsters because no weapons stopped them. I turned, ready to defend myself.

The branches parted, and a figure stepped onto the path.
It was only Cole, one of the village boys.

“Cole,” I snapped, sheathing the knife. “Are you trying to kill me with fright?” 

He flashed me a sheepish smile. “Did you think I was a Watcher, Lia?”
I threw a glance at the sky as I snatched up my sack and flung it over my shoulder once more. Clouds were rolling in, blocking out the sun. The light around us was growing dimmer, filling the path with a premature twilight. A storm was coming.

His smile faded a little at my expression. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have called out to warn you.”

“We’re supposed to stay on the paths,” I growled, brushing snow from my skirt. I didn’t want to discuss my irrational panic. I’d been walking the paths through the Frost my entire life. I shouldn’t be jumping at every stray sound like some five-year-old child.

Cole pointed at two squirrel pelts dangling from his belt. “Quota,” he said simply, adjusting the bow hanging on his back. He moved past me and onto the path. “Speaking of which, we’re going to be late for the counting.”

“You’re a Carver,” I said, falling into step beside him. “Not a Hunter.”

“And you’re a Weaver, not a Farmer, but you still keep horses and chickens,” he said.

I shrugged, still annoyed with him for startling me. “My parents took that farm because no one else wanted it. It’s too far from the village, too isolated. We keep animals because we have room. I don’t bring them into the village on quota day.”

“The quota master gives my family a little extra flour if I slip him a pelt,” Cole said. He glanced down at me, his smile mysterious. “Besides, the forest isn’t dangerous this close to the village, not in daylight.”

“The Frost is always dangerous,” I said firmly.

Cole tipped his head to one side and smiled. He refrained from disagreeing outright out of politeness, I supposed. Having dead parents usually evoked that response from people. “I can take care of myself,” he said.

I looked him over. He was tall, and he carried the bow like he knew how to use it. He might be called handsome by some, but he was too lean and foxlike for my taste. He had a daring streak a mile wide, and his eyes always seemed to hold some secret. His mouth slid into a smirk between every word he spoke.

Our gazes held a moment, and his eyes narrowed with sudden decision. For some reason, his expression unnerved me. 


“We’re going to be late,” I said, dodging, and hurried ahead.

I could hear him jogging to catch up as I rounded the curve. Here the path crawled beneath a leaning pair of massive boulders and alongside a stream of dark, turbulent water. I scrambled around the first rock, but then what I saw on the other side of the river made me freeze.
Shadowy figures in gray uniforms slipped through the trees, rifles in their hands. There were two of them, sharp-eyed and dark-haired. Bandoleers glittered across their chests.

Cole caught up with me. I put up a hand to quiet him, and together we watched.

“Farthers,” I whispered.

“What are they doing this close to the Frost?” Cole muttered.

I just shook my head as a shiver descended my spine. Farthers—the people from farther than the Frost—rarely ventured beyond the place where the snow and ice began. They had their own country, a grim and gray place called Aeralis, and we knew only rumors of it, but those rumors were enough to inspire fear in us all. I’d been as far as the roads that ringed their land once. I’d seen the horse-drawn wagons filled with prisoners, and the sharp metal fences that marred the fields like stitches across a pale white cheek.
The men crept down to the bank and stared at the dark water. They hadn’t seen us.

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Thursday, October 16, 2014

Book Shelf: Deviation (Clone Chronicles #2) by Heather Hildenbrand

Protect. Obey. Sacrifice.

These words are the mantra of my existence. I’m not sure if it’s TitusRogen inspiring my desire to go against what I am or my own DNA deviating. All I can think is how Titus will look when he meets his end. It trumps even my wish for freedom. In this moment, I want nothing more than to watch the life bleed from Titus’s body. And I want it at my own hands.

Titus. The Creator.

I stare at my palms. Strength aside, I wonder if I’m capable of taking a life. A human life; one with a soul. And I wonder if that isn’t easier than taking the life of an Imitation. At least humans have souls that live on. What do I have after this? Where will I go? Back into a syringe? Will Titus recycle me? Or will I be lost forever down a lab drain?

We don’t deserve that.

We don’t deserve him.

Deserving and receiving are so very different here. And I am beginning to understand, to beat someone in this world, I‘ll have to play in it.

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Deviation is the second instalment in Heather Hildenbrand’s alluring Clone Chronicles series and continues where the first novel left off; once more taking readers into the heart of Rowgen Tower and seeing our heroine Ven continue to fight for her freedom and that of the Imitations.

I will be honest here; I’m a Heather Hildenbrand fan. Every single one of her books have managed to capture my attention and entertain me from the get go, and this series is no exception. Imitation blew me away, and I enjoyed Deviation almost just as much. As a sequel, Deviation continued to develop the overall storyline, but also entailed plenty of action, romance and high-stakes. Hildenbrand has written the story well and continues making small revelations and developments that shape the story.

Personally, I loved the characters as much in this book as I did the last. Our main character Ven continues to be a fantastic voice to follow and continues to grow in this book. As an imitation, a clone whose purpose is to serve their authentic, Ven started out having very little self worth, something she only began to find during the events of Imitation. In Deviation, as Ven acknowledges her own feelings and importance we see a young woman who is supposedly a clone of another develop her own personality, drives and desires. Ven is experiencing so many things for the first time and learning her capacity to love.

Hildenbrand continues to have me all squishy inside with Ven and the relationships she shares with the other characters. The relationship between Ven and Linc is a favourite, for obvious reasons, but I also think the friendship between Ven and Obadiah is great inclusion to the story. He and Ven have a very cute dynamic that is enjoyable to read.

Continuing on where the first book left off, Deviation sees Ven and her friends struggling to protect and hide the imitations they managed to help escape in the first book, and expectedly features a lot of tension and desperation. No one, especially Ven, knows what Titus Rowen is going to do next and there’s a lot of danger lingering within the pages of this novel, but also a lot of friendship and romance two.

Heather Hildenbrand has written a very beautiful romance between Ven and Linc in this series and I absolutely adore any scene where these two feature together. They have a great chemistry and Deviation sees the two of them as strong together as ever before. I love the way they fit so well and the ferice dedication Linc has to Ven. He started out as a guard in Rowen Tower but since meeting and falling for Ven, he has become very dedicated to protecting her, and always puts her first. These two are a fantastic pairing and I can only hope things continue to run smoothly with their relationship.

Overall Deviation is a great follow up to its predecessor and I’m very much looking forward to the next book. With some interesting twists revealed in this book and another layer of mystery surrounding the goings on around Ven, I can’t wait until the release of the next instalment!

Source: Sent for review by the author (Thank you Heather!)
Format: Kindle ebook
Buy it:  Amazon
My Recommendation: This sci-fi/dystopian is a fantastic read!
Cover: Goes perfectly with the first novel--love it!
Will I read sequel/continue with series: Absolutely....