Thursday, April 30, 2015

Alyssa Rose Ivy's SAVOR ~ Release Day Launch

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We are absolutely thrilled to bring you the Release Day Launch for Alyssa Rose Ivy's SAVOR! SAVOR is a New Adult Paranormal Romance and the fourth book in The Empire Chronicles Series. Grab your copy today!

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 Savor (The Empire Chronicles #4) Alyssa Rose Ivy Excerpt “I’m glad you don’t want me dead.” He smirked. Even his smirk was sexy. “I’d be on my own if you were.” I put my hands behind my head. “And you don’t like being alone?” He studied me in the darkness. Sometimes I wished neither of us had night vision. It left you so naked, never having an opportunity to hide. “I do most of the time.” “But not always?” His eyes raked over my body. The fact that he could make such a platonic conversation feel sexual gave me even more reason to resist him. “Why does it matter?” Often the best way to avoid a question is to ask your own. “It matters because I asked it.” And there went his mouth again. My annoyance gave me back my will power. “Put a shirt on.” “Why?” He grinned. “Am I distracting you?” “No, but we should go. The sun will be up soon enough.” “Maybe I shouldn’t go with you.” He sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. “No way.” I moved to standing. “You’re not backing out.” “Why do you care?” He stood with his back to me. “You can do this alone.” “Of course I can.” He turned to me. “Then why does it matter if I go my own way?” He pulled on his t-shirt, and a little part of me missed the view. “Because we agreed to help each other out. I stick to my promises.” That was one of my good traits. The not so good traits weren’t worth reflecting on. “Maybe I don’t.” “You do.” I put a hand on my hip. I didn’t have time for Jared’s games. “How do you know?” “I just do.” “You’re infuriating.” I groaned. “And what are you?” “Charming.” If I’d had liquid in my mouth I would have spit it out. “Not exactly the word I’d use to describe you.” “Says the girl begging me to stay with her.” “I never begged.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Would you beg?” His grin was his undoing. “Is that how you like it, Jared? With your women begging?” “I wasn’t talking about how I like my women.” “Are you sure about that?” I grabbed my backpack and headed into the cabin’s small bathroom. “Where are you going?” I paused with my hand on the door. “To shower.”   About SAVOR: Jared is Vera's perfect man—until he opens his mouth. An incredible body and set of wings can only go so far when everything he says seems designed to make her mad. Still, she can't deny her intense attraction or the fact that he is the closest thing she has to a friend. Jared doesn't go for bear shifters, especially ones that are related to his ex, but he can't resist Vera's charm or the way she understands him better than anyone else. As suspicions build and loyalties are tested, Vera and Jared realize that they may not be able to trust anyone but each other.
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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Retribution Release Day Blitz


Title: Retribution (Book Two – Whitney  Steel Series)
Author: Kim Cresswell       
Genre: Suspense, Thriller 
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Blurb:
THE WAR HAS JUST BEGUN…
Once the top leader of the Sur del Calle cartel, Colombia’s largest drug trafficking organization, Pablo Sanchez has declared revenge against Blake Barnett, the FBI agent who’d killed his twin brother over a decade ago.
After one failed attempt forced him to flee the United States, Pablo has a bold new plan and he’s even more determined to kill Blake and his fiancée, Whitney Steel.
From Las Vegas to the militant infected jungles of Bogota, Blake has no choice but to risk his life and infiltrate the cartel’s inner world and eliminate the ruthless drug lord.
But the price of failure is higher than ever as he’s forced to use the woman he loves as a pawn in a deadly game—where the events of the past and present collide.
WARNING: This book contains graphic language, adult situations, and violence.
 Kim Cresswell resides in Ontario, Canada. Trained as a legal assistant, Kim has been a story-teller all her life but took many detours including; working in legal and adult education before returning to her first love, writing. 
Her debut romantic suspense, REFLECTION, has won numerous awards: RomCon®'s 2014 Readers' Crown Finalist (Romantic Suspense), InD'tale Magazine 2014 Rone Award Finalist (Suspense/Thriller), UP Authors Fiction Challenge Winner (2013), Silicon Valley's Romance Writers of America (RWA) "Gotcha!" Romantic Suspense Winner (2004), Honourable Mention in Calgary's (RWA) The Writer's Voice Contest (2006). LETHAL JOURNEY won RomCon®'s 2014 Readers' Crown (Thriller) and was a finalist in From the Heart Romance Writers (FTHRW) Golden Gate Contest (2003). Her action-packed thrillers have been highly praised by reviewers and readers. As one reviewer said, "Buckle up, Hang on tight!" Kim recently entered the true crime writing arena. Real Life Evil - A True Crime Quickie (two short stories) was published in January 2014. You can read her latest true crime stories in Serial Killer Quarterly, a new quarterly e-magazine published by Grinning Man Press. She is also a member of The American Investigative Society Of Cold Cases (AISOCC), a non-profit, volunteer based organization of professional investigators whose sole mission is to assist in solving cold cases. To learn more about Kim and her writing, visit www.kimcresswell.ca
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CHAPTER ONE
Death by lethal injection.
Whitney had waited years to hear those four words. Final justice for a man who’d taken so much from her and her fiancé, Blake Barnett. She stood on the concrete steps outside the seven storey L-shaped courthouse waiting for her cameraman, Jerry Maxwell, to give her the on-air countdown. After a last minute microphone check, Whitney drew a deep breath then exhaled slowly.
Jerry held up his fingers. “In five…four…three…two…one.”
“I’m reporting live outside the district courthouse on South Las Vegas Boulevard. Moments ago, District Attorney Jason Kurz announced the jury had sentenced Nathan Shaw to death by lethal injection. Mr. Kurz stated the jury found, unanimously and beyond a reasonable doubt, that Mr. Shaw is a continuing threat to society.”
She swallowed hard, barely able to get the words out.
“A month ago, Nathan Shaw, owner of ShawBioGen, was found guilty on four counts of conspiracy to commit murder and one count of attempted murder of a federal agent.”
That FBI agent is the man I love.
The memory of that day was before her in all its bloody glory. The image of Blake shot and left to die played over and over in her mind. Perspiration broke out across her forehead.  
Damn it. Not now. Breathe…
“Mr. Shaw had hired a hitman to kill Claire Barnett, a microbiologist with his company, Senator Mason Bailey, George Raines, an editor with WBNN-TV, and District Attorney Kate Leathham in hopes of covering up his illegal human cloning project.” Sadness tugged at her heart. So many lives lost. Her legs trembled. “Nathan Shaw will be executed at Nevada State Prison in Carson City. His attorney, Warren Demotteo, is expected to file a formal appeal later today.”
She paused to take a breath. “This is Whitney Steel. News3.”
Jerry gave a quick nod, his cue they were off the air.
Whitney lowered the microphone and kept it clutched in her right hand as she watched two workers at the other end of the courthouse dismantling the makeshift press conference tent used earlier.
“Are you okay?” Jerry removed the camera from his shoulder and placed it on the ground. “For a minute there, I thought you were going to pass out.”
Her body went limp with relief. Her gaze met his. She smiled and picked up her purse from the step and swung it over her shoulder. “I’ll be fine.”
It’s finally over.
With Nathan Shaw’s sentencing behind her, now she could focus on her upcoming wedding on August second which was less than three weeks away. She couldn’t wait. And neither could Blake.
In the parking lot, Jerry opened the rear door of the News3 satellite broadcast van and loaded their equipment.
Whitney eyed a white SUV with dark tinted windows stop a car’s length away. With the lot full due to the sentencing, the driver appeared to be waiting for their spot.
Jerry slammed the van door shut. “You ready?”
“Yeah, let’s get back to the station.” She glanced over her shoulder.  
Three men jumped out of the SUV wearing black balaclavas.
They barreled toward her.
She spotted guns in their hands.
After a brief moment of paralyzing disbelief, Whitney clutched her purse and bolted to the passenger side of the vehicle.
“Get in. Hurry!” Jerry yelled.
She reached for the door handle but a strong arm looped around her neck and dragged her back.
The heels of her shoes scrapped against the pavement. “Let go—of me.”
The man covered her mouth with a leather-gloved hand and pulled her between the parked cars and out of sight.
She felt the muzzle of the gun jab into her back.
Moist breath brushed against her ear. “Shut the hell up.”
Another man held a gun to Jerry’s temple. “You’re going to film this. Live. Understand?”
Jerry held up his hands, his eyes wide. “Okay, okay.  But—it’s going to take a few minutes to setup the feed.” He opened the van’s back door again and fumbled for his equipment.
Whitney squirmed.
The man tightened his grip around her neck.  
She wheezed and fought for a breath.
Who were these men? What did they want?
The sane voice in her head ordered her to stay still. Even though she had a black belt in karate and was skilled at crushing a person’s windpipe or disarming a knife-wielding attacker, she wasn’t stupid enough to take on three guys that were double her height and weight with guns aimed at her. All she could do was watch, stay as calm as possible, and hope someone would see what was going on and call the police.
When Jerry had the live feed setup, he stood in front of them, camera ready. His voice trembled. “You’re on.”
The third man, the tallest of the group, pulled a red and white bandana out of a small plastic bag he had stuffed in the pocket of his jeans.
He pressed the moist cloth over her mouth and nose and held it there.
She squirmed and kicked but it was useless. Her head started to buzz. The sickly sweet smell mixed with the rotten odor of strong cleaning solution invaded her head.  
Blood pounded in her ears and male voices turned faint and distorted.
As her breathing slowed every muscle turned to mush. Then blackness drowned her vision and she realized what the men wanted.
They wanted her.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Book Blitz: Twisted (Deathwind Trilogy #1) by Holly Hook


by Holly Hook 
Release Date: 12/15/13

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This novel will be released on December 15, 2013.

Sixteen-year-old Allie isn’t like other girls. Instead of spending her summer break sitting around on the beach, she takes the epic vacation of a lifetime.

Tornado chasing.

And she’s not disappointed. Just a few miles from the town of Evansburg, Nebraska, Allie meets her dream of seeing a tornado. In person. She can’t wait to tell her friends back home. Never mind that her parents are going to kill her.

But her dream soon turns into a nightmare, and a strange event leaves her shocked. Confused. When she returns home to Wisconsin, something’s…different. Allie now bears a curse so awful, it could destroy everyone and everything she’s ever known.

With her best friend, Tommy, Allie must return to the plains to find a way to reverse it. She enters a world that she had never imagined, where she becomes a pawn in a fight to save the people of Evansburg from her fate…or to destroy them.

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Holly Hook is the author of the Destroyers Series, which consists of five young adult books about teens who are walking disasters...literally. She is also the author of the Rita Morse series, a young adult fantasy series still in progress, and After These Messages, a short ya comedy. Currently she is writing Twisted, a spin-off of the Destroyers Series due out in December. When not writing, she enjoys reading books for teens, especially ya fantasy and paranormal series with a unique twist.



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Saturday, April 25, 2015

Cover Reveal of Show Me How by Anna Brooks

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Show Me How - It’s Kind Of Personal # 2
by Anna Brooks
 
Audience: Adult 18+ - Genre: Contemporary Romance - Format: Ebook and Paperback - Publisher: Anna Brooks - Cover by: Cover to Cover Designs - Editor: Editing 4 Indies - ISBN: 978-1511769945 - Expected Date of Publishing: May 19th 2015
 
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One choice can ruin everything…
When a stop at a shady motel puts Brandon Parker face to face with his best friend, Mary, for the first time in over a decade, he almost didn’t believe it.
He’d never stopped searching for her, but even a career in law enforcement couldn’t help him find a woman who wanted to stay invisible.
When Mary Benson ran away at eighteen, she did it with good reason. A man was in the hospital because of her, and the people she loved were in danger. She had to leave to keep them safe.
Mary's guilt was her consolation. She’d lived with her decisions and accepted the hand dealt to her. But Brandon was about to shuffle the deck in a way she never expected.
One thing was for sure, he thought she’d be happy to see him… and he’d never been more wrong about anything in his life.
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Book Blitz Bound by Blood

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This is my stop during the book blitz for Bound by Blood by Scott Springer. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 21 till 27 April, you can view the complete blitz schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours.

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by Scott Springer
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Age category: Adult
Publisher: Anaiah Press
Release Date: September 23, 2014

Blurb:
Julia has accepted the Lord and is busy returning her life to order. She is not ready for love, especially when the new site foreman at work stirs up forgotten feelings. She knows a playboy when she sees one, but to Rick Mercado the attraction between them is surprisingly real. Other girls no longer interest him, and if she wants to play hard to get that's fine with him. Let the games begin!

What he doesn't realize is that her dangerous secret is not a game.
Julia's brother has returned from the street, strung out and in trouble with rival gangs. Loyalty to her brother draws Julia deeper into a world of drug deals and thugs. Rick doesn't understand why Julia won't simply go to the cops, especially once the bullets start flying. As Julia slips further into a world of violence, Rick realizes how easily his heart can be broken. His brain says to run, but his heart isn't listening. It may already be too late.

BOUND BY BLOOD. Love and suspense, heartfelt moments and guns a blazing.
What a killer combination!


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Scott Springer spent his youth playing pretend and dreaming of being a writer. As an adult he worked as a carpenter before becoming a software developer. Having produced much, his two children remain his proudest accomplishment. His wife led him to the Lord, and he’s glad that she did.

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Friday, April 24, 2015

Under the Influence by LB Simmons Pre-Release Promo Tour






Dalton,
I loved you once. A love I thought irrevocable. A love I mistakenly believed could transcend both time and circumstance. Under the influence of my dimwitted, naïve, traitorous heart, I became intoxicated with what I now know was simply a figment of my self-indulgent imagination. So drunk on the feeling, I couldn’t see what was right in front of my face. So foolishly enamored, I blindly followed my heart into the depths of an emotion that would ravage me. 

Years later, I know now what I wish I knew then. I am stronger. Smarter. Tougher. I will not allow myself to be broken again. 
I loved you.
I raged for you.
I wept for you.
And now, I’m letting you go.



Author’s Note:  Under the Influence is the journey of two childhood friends that spans the course of five pivotal years in their lives. It is a story about their discovery of true friendship as it blossoms into first love, their experience of crucial sacrifice and ultimate betrayal, and their endurance of agonizing heartbreak on the way to finding lasting redemption.















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L.B. Simmons is a graduate of Texas A&M University and holds a degree in Biomedical Science.  She has been a practicing Chemist for the last 11 years.  She lives with her husband and three daughters in Texas and writes every chance she gets.








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FURY, the much anticipated third standalone of The Seven Deadly Series by Fisher Amelie, releases May 4th, 2015! As we count down the days, Fisher is teasing us yet again! Here is the highly awaited cover!!

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  EXCERPT from FURY, Coming May 4, 2015: We start where we left off from Fisher’s last excerpt. If you’d like to read it, you can go here! FURY, Excerpt TwoEthan?” she asked. “Is that you?” “Hello, Finley,” I answered. “How are you?” she asked, somehow devoid of the pity I’d often heard in so many greetings since Cricket. I was grateful to her for this. “I’m fine,” I slurred, lifting my head a bit to meet her eyes. A grin met her lips. “You were always a terrible liar.” Her smile fell a little. “What are you doing here?” “I’m drinking.” She narrowed her eyes. “You hate drinking.” “I learned to love it,” I said, downing the remaining contents of my glass, letting it burn. She looked me up and down, making me feel self-conscious. “But apparently it doesn’t love you.” “Thanks,” I snorted, acting like I didn’t care. But I did. “You look terrible,” she said, ignoring me. “Are you even eating?” “I’m consuming the daily recommended calorie intake,” I hedged. “Ah,” she answered, examining my empty glass. I shook my head and signaled to Vi for another. Finley narrowed her eyes once more. “Can I get a basket of chicken tenders too, Vi?” she added. “Sure thing,” she said, ringing up Finley’s food before grabbing the bottle of Jack and filling me to the top. Finley examined my glass but didn’t say a word. “What?” I asked, feeling defensive. “Nothing,” she answered, looking at her hands. “Judging me?” “Not at all,” she said sincerely and looked me dead in the eye. This look froze me, and the glass slipped from my fingers and back onto the bar top, spilling a little from the rim. “I’ve done that very thing,” she said, gesturing toward my glass. “Drink ’til you’re numb?” “No,” she said, “succumb to a vice in order to forget.” I leaned forward, stunned by this admission, and my eyes found hers. “What, Finley?” She hesitated, started to open her mouth, but someone called her name and she turned around. It was an ex-classmate of ours, couldn’t remember her name, the one she’d been dancing with, and I found myself feeling anxious all of a sudden. I hadn’t felt anxious in a long time. Hadn’t felt anything, really, other than severe pain and shame, in a very long time. Huh. “Finley, Chris is gonna give me a ride back home. You cool?” the girl asked, eyeing me. She knew. The whole town knew about my tumble down the rabbit hole. “Yeah, Holly Raye. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she answered, her brows scrunched in confusion. Finley was surprised by Holly Raye’s apparent worry which I found odd. “Okay,” Holly Raye said, kissing Finley’s cheek. Chris was waiting by the door for her, and we both watched them leave, afraid to speak, our earlier moment gone. Vi walked up with Finley’s chicken tenders and set them in front of her. Her fingers found one but lifted up quickly with a tiny gasp. “Hot,” she whispered, resting her fingers against the side of her water glass. She let them cool for a few moments and we sat in awkward silence. I wasn’t sure what she was still doing there. I didn’t have any clue why she had even started to talk to me either. I mean, I knew in high school she’d had a crush on me, but I figured it was long gone. She used to stare at me a little doe eyed, and I had always done my best to be kind to her but not too kind. I’d considered her a friend but nothing more, even if I did take solace in my conversations with her. I’d never admitted that out loud to anyone then, though, not that I was ashamed or anything. It’s just, I was in love with Cricket. The ache in my chest burned deep, a restless reminder of all I’d lost. And suddenly I felt guilty for finding Finley attractive even when I thought she was a stranger. Even after Cricket left me for Spencer. “You should probably leave,” I told her. She looked at me like I was crazy. “I’ll do whatever I want,” she said, sitting taller, pitching me that confident Finley attitude I remembered from high school. “Whatever,” I said, then called out to Vi for another round, which she served up quickly. Finley tore apart a few tenders then handed me half of one. “Uh, no,” I said, downing my glass. “Uh, yes,” she mocked, shoving the piece in my face. “Stop,” I said, swiping it away. “Eat, damn it,” she said. I looked at her and the expression on her face told me she wouldn’t quit, so I roughly took it from her and took a large bite. She bit into her own piece, a smug look on her face. She practically hand fed me every piece in the damn basket, but I didn’t care. I knew what she was doing, but it wouldn’t work because the liquor resting in my belly was too substantial to be worked against. “What have you done with your summer?” she asked me. “This,” I said, gesturing to my glass. “What the hell, Ethan?” “What, are you my mother?” I asked, immediately regretting those choice of words. I closed my eyes. Mom. My heart dropped into my throat. Must remedy that. “Vi,” I said loudly to her at the other end of the bar. “One more.” Vi walked the length of the bar and filled my glass again, much to Finley’s obvious horror. “Vi, can I get some mozzarella sticks?” she asked. “Of course, darlin’.” Finley smiled at me. “I’m not eating those,” I told her. “Oh, you’ll eat them.” “I won’t.” “You will.” “I sure as hell will not, Finley Dyer.” She leaned closer and my head began to swim. Her signature scent of apples and wild daisies swarmed around me, making my heart race. It’d never bothered me before. It’s the liquor, I told myself. “You will or I’m taking your ass home right now.” “You can just kiss that ass, Fin.” “That’s the Jack talking.” “No, that’s me. I don’t want to play anymore. I want to be left alone now.” “You see,” she said, settling her elbows on the bar top, “I think- No, I know you’re lying. Like I said before, you’re a terrible liar. I think you’ve lied so often about wanting to be left alone, though, that you’ve convinced your head it’s the truth, but you can’t convince the heart, Ethan. You know why? Because the heart can’t ever be lied to, and yours beats the loneliest I’ve ever heard.” I didn’t answer her. Couldn’t answer her. “What have you done this summer?” I asked, ignoring her spot-on observation. She played along. “I’ve had a temp job here in Kalispell answering phones for Smith Travel, trying to earn cash for my trip.” My brows furrowed. “What trip?” “I’m heading over to Vietnam for a year.” This shocked me. “What in the world would you go to Vietnam for?” “Charity work,” she answered, making me laugh. “Why?” I asked. “Don’t be an asshole,” she replied. “No, really, why?” “I’ve wanted to do this for close to five years now.” “How come I don’t ever remember you talking about this at school?” “Ethan,” she said softly, “let’s not pretend we ever really talked in high school deeper than filler conversation.” This wounded me a little, though I’m not sure why. “What the hell, Finley? You and I were friends.” Now it was her turn to laugh. “We were most definitely not friends. I may know everything about you and you may know everything about me because we grew up together, but we were not friends. You had a constant bodyguard in Cricket.” I sat up at the mention of her name. “Don’t ever say her name again,” I gritted. She raised her hands in concession. “Fine.” There was a pregnant pause as she let me calm myself down. “I talked to you a lot in the classes we had,” I offered. “We talked a lot about the upcoming football games or class assignments. Once or twice, we took the seventy-year-old route and discussed the weather.” I fought my grin. “Okay, so it was always surface observation, but we were kids.” “No, Ethan, that’s not what it was.” “Well, you were in love with me,” I bravely spit. “I couldn’t take it further than just below the shoal.” Thank you, Mr. Daniels. “Full of yourself, are we?” she asked. “Listen,” she continued, “I had a crush on you in high school. So what? Lots of girls did. But I was, am, a human being. You didn’t have to treat me like some leper. Trust me, Ethan, we all know who you belonged to,” she said. She stood to leave, but I grabbed her arm. The heated warmth of her skin shot straight to my heart. We looked at one another, wide eyed, our chests panting. I shook my head to recompose myself. “I’m sorry,” I told her, encouraging her to sit back down. “I’m- I know you deserved better.” She hesitated but sat back in her seat. I stared at her, a little too intently thanks to the Jack. She nodded once and we sat in a comfortable silence as I had five more shots. The whiskey made my body heavy as hell, the weight of its honeyed venom deadened the ache inside me pleasantly. I sighed and smiled to myself. “What’s so funny?” she asked. I looked up at her though it felt unusually burdensome and leaned toward her. “I’m going to get them back,” I admitted to her. She narrowed her eyes. “Who, Ethan?” “Them,” I said, bringing a tired finger to my lips. “Don’t tell anyone.” I fell back into my chair. I brought my fingers to my empty glass and tilted it, balancing it on one finger. She was quiet for a moment. “Ethan,” she began, whispering, “that’s not like you.” I smiled. “I’m not who I used to be, Finley.” “That’s a shame,” she said, “because you used to be wonderful.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Do you know what they did to me?” “She left you for him,” she said matter-of-factly. I let the glass tip over onto its side at her bluntness. “Exactly. After all I did for her. After all I was to her. She left me for him.” “She wasn’t meant for you, Ethan.” My skin burned with hatred at that statement. “No one is meant for anyone, Finley. You choose someone and then you make a commitment.” She shook her head at me. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.“ “She chose me, convinced me that she was all in, and I was willing to die for her because of it. She convinced me she actually loved me. I thought she loved me.” “She did love you. I believe she, you both really, would have been somewhat happy if Spencer had never shown up.” “Exactly.” “You’re not hearing me. You both would have been somewhat happy. Neither of you would have been utterly happy.” This infuriated me. “I could have made her happy!” I yelled, earning a few glances from around the bar. “Yes, you could have made her happy, but not as happy as Spencer does.” My blood simmered in my veins. “You are cruel,” I bit. She leaned forward. “I’m being honest with you. Someone has to since you’re not being honest with yourself. I saw them together, Ethan, and she never looked at you like that.” “Stop,” I said, gritting my teeth. “Stop.” “Ethan,” she said, resting her hand on mine. I yanked it from her. “Don’t you want the same thing for yourself? Don’t you want forever with someone who burns for you the way you burn for her? You deserve that just as much as she does.” “Shut up,” I said, bringing my hands to my hair and fisting it at my ears. I didn’t want to hear it. “Fine,” she said, sitting up. She looked around her and asked Vi for two cups of coffee. I couldn’t breathe. Finley voiced everything I’d worked so hard to drown out, I’d attempted to numb. I hated her for ruining the struggle to suppress it. I just wanted to pretend. I wanted my hate, wanted it to live close to me. It was the only thing I felt could keep me alive. I couldn’t let her go. I didn’t want her to be loved by anyone but me. I didn’t want to be reminded that someone else really did love her better than I did, that someone else made her happier. Because I had watched them too. I saw what Finley saw, and my God did I hate Spencer Blackwell for it. I wanted bitter. I wanted sadness. I wanted revenge.

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  About FURY: Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for. What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge. I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. FURY Trailer

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About Fisher Amelie: Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first ‘mama’ patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, Jonah, and her Beta, Whale. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn’t mind all that much because life isn’t worth living if it isn’t entertaining, right? Fisher is the author of The Seven Deadly Series, The Sleepless Series, and The Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough Novel Award.    

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