Real help. I am facing one of the biggest decisions in my life.
I can't decide what book to read. I just finished Goddess and then re-read Opal (from the Lux series).
Now it feels like no book will compare to how awesome they were!
Please please PLEASEEEEE comment with book suggestions for me! I love YA books more than anything, especially dystopian/paranormal romance sort of things. As long as there's SOME romance element, but I love fantasy style books too. Cause it allows me to escape from reality.
So I've decided to start a Wednesday Wonder post, where I talk about the book I'm reading, why I love it and some of my FAVOURITE quotes from the book so far!
Do you think this is a good idea?
I hope you ALL know who Sherlock (Benedict Cumberbatch) is, and you have seen the wonderous British TV show. If not, go watch it on Netflix. It is seriously ahmayzing.
This is my first WW post EVER, so I thought it should be about a book i've been waiting MONTHS for. MONTHS!
I felt like Sirius Black after he'd escaped from Azkaban.
And the worst thing was that when it came out on Friday, I didn't have enough money to buy it.
BUT TODAY I DID.
And this is exactly how I feel.
And that book was......
GODDESS by Josephine Angelini, a Goddess herself!
I love that cover. It's so goshdarn beautiful. It's the English one and I honestly prefer it to the American one, maybe because it's slightly brighter? Who knows.
Synopsis:
UK: She must rise, or they will fall ...Helen's powers are increasing--and so is the distance between her and her mortal friends. To make matters worse, the Oracle reveals that a dangerous traitor is lurking among them, and all fingers point to Orion. Still unsure whether she loves him or Lucas, Helen is forced to make a terrifying decision, or risk all-out war. The final book in this heart-stopping trilogy.
US: After accidentally unleashing the gods from their captivity on Olympus, Helen must find a way to re-imprison them without starting a devastating war. But the gods are angry, and their thirst for blood already has a body count.
To make matters worse, the Oracle reveals that a diabolical Tyrant is lurking among them, which drives a wedge between the once-solid group of friends. As the gods use the Scions against one another, Lucas’s life hangs in the balance. Still unsure whether she loves him or Orion, Helen is forced to make a terrifying decision, for war is coming to her shores.
In Josephine Angelini’s compelling conclusion to the masterfully woven Starcrossed trilogy, a goddess must rise above it all to change a destiny that’s been written in the stars. With worlds built just as fast as they crumble, love and war collide in an all-out battle that will leave no question unanswered and no heart untouched.
Come on, how awesome does this book sound? And I can admit to you that yes, this book is INDEED awesome. I am 67% through the book, and thus do not yet know the ending. But I'm hoping for so much goodness to happen.
I love this book especially because of the historical context it has. It shows Helen in her past lives, as Scions (Demi-Gods) have multiple lives, and are born again in another life or several. This one is awesome because it has Guinevere and Arthur and Lancelot.
I've ALWAYS loved Greek Mythology, and this series is heavily based on Helen of Troy: "the face that launched a thousand ships". Helen- the main character- is pretty much based after her, as Troy-Helen's face is passed down through the House of Atreus after the curse/fate cast by Aphrodite (Helen of Troy's sister).
Bit of mythology for you there.
This is actually in the story, why there was a curse/fate cast by Aphrodite, and it's basically an intricate weave of love story.
It's awesome!
I'm a sucker for a good love story, and if any of you have read the other books, you'll know how complex and ANNOYING this one can be at times. My favourite quote to show that no matter what gets in the way, Helen will always love Lucas, is this paragraph:
"It's not that Helen forgot Hades's promise that the Fates would bring her to this. Nor did she forget his warning that as soon as she created her own world the gods would challenge her for it. She just didn't care. She'd build a whole new universe from scratch and send all of Olympus to Tartarus if she had to- anything, anything at all, to fix Lucas."
Come on.
How ridiculously AWESOME does that sound?!
That's all for now folks, but I highly recommend you go read Starcrossed.
Okay so I'm about to go all "ohmygod" and freak out again over the awesomeness of Jennifer Genius Armentrout.
Btw that ISN'T actually her real middle name, but it totally should be. I love her. She's my girl author crush. She should be everyones crush, and if you don't like her well you're an idiot.
Nah I love you all, I promise I won't think you're a moron if you don't like her (even though you are).
But in all seriousness, she is my number 1 author EVER. If I could meet anyone in the world, i'd choose her, or the Queen. Because how cool would it be to meet the Queen?!
ANYWAY, I recently became a Commanding General of the Luxen Army, and head of the UK branch
(Because I am just that awesome.)
This was my exact reaction
For any of you that don't know what on earth i'm talking about when I say Luxen Army, then I look down from my perch up high and shake my head distastefully.
Dishonour to you and your family.
I joke.
The Luxen Army is from the unbelievably ahmayzing Lux series by Jennifer Armentrout. There are 3 books so far: Obsidian, Onyx and Opal.
There are 5 BOOKS IN TOTAL! FIVE! FIIIIIIIIIVE!That means 2 MORE TO COME!!!
Obsidian is the first and in my opinion the best. Even though Daemon is a total JACKASS (that's not really a spoiler as you find that out in the first chapter!)
But he's a freakin hot jackass, in the most addictive series ever written by anybody in the history of anything. As in, forget your kids, refuse to eat, do no cleaning, see no man UNTIL you've finished reading these books.
The 4th one, Origin (WHICH IS STILL COVERLESS) Is out in August. I am COUNTING down the days. The last one finished on a cliffhanger, and I am trying not to die waiting for Origin. I love Katy so much, she just seems like such a feisty, attractive, funny, sassy, sparky girl. Man, Jennifer, why did you make her so perfect?
And don't get me started on Daemon. Ohmygazeebus, I would trade my unborn child for Daemon. I am only 18 and not even in a relationship, and I am DEFINITELY not pregnant, but I would sign a contract to say the Jennifer Armentrout or Hades could have my first child if I could have Daemon, even for a day. But if I had him for a day, i'd make sure he could never leave. I'd lock him up in the cupboard under my stairs like Harry Potter to keep him safe in my house. Heck, I'd lock myself in the cupboard with him!
Back to Origin.
This is 100% what I WILL be doing on August 27th.
Counting down the days. I want the book. I NEED the book.
I'm trying so hard not to give away any spoilers, but My Luxen Lordy I want to.
Anyway, yes. Luxen Army. We are currently in the process of finishing off a Luxen Army website! There are 4 of us generals, and we are all unbelievably amazing. We're the best people ever.
Sort of like Barney from How I Met Your Mother, but more awesome and ALL girls.
So we have both a facebook GROUP and a facebook PAGE.
I will keep you all updated on Luxen Army biz-shizz (remind me to never say that again) but until then, continue reading, and if you haven't read the Lux series?
Twenty years ago the Commander came into power and murdered all who opposed
him. In his warped mind, the seven deadly sins were the downfall of society. He
created the Hole where sinners are branded according to
their sins and might survive a few years. At best.
Now LUST wraps around my neck like blue fingers strangling me. I’ve been
accused of a crime I didn’t commit and now the Hole is my new home.
Darkness. Death. Violence. Pain.
Now every day is a fight for survival. But I won’t die. I won’t let them win.
The Hole can’t keep me. The Hole can’t break me.
I am more than my brand. I’m a fighter.
My name is Lexi Hamilton, and this is my story.
Author Bios:
Abi Ketner
Is a registered nurse with a passion for novels, the beaches of St. John, and her Philadelphia
Phillies. A talented singer, Abi loves to go running and spend lots of time
with her family. She currently resides in Lancaster,
Pennsylvania with her husband,
triplet daughters and two very spoiled dogs.
Melissa Kalicicki received her bachelor’s degree from MillersvilleUniversity
in 2003. She married, had two boys and currently lives in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.
Aside from reading and writing, her interests include running and mixed martial
arts. She also remains an avid Cleveland
sports fan.
Abi and Missy met in the summer of 1999 at college orientation and have been
best friends ever since. After college, they added jobs, husbands and kids to
their lives, but they still found time for their friendship. Instead of hanging
out on weekends, they went to dinner once a month and reviewed books. What
started out as an enjoyable hobby has now become an incredible adventure.
I’m buried six feet under, and no one
hears my screams.
The rope chafes as I loop it around my
neck. I pull down on it, making sure the knot is secure. It seems sturdy
enough.
My legs shake. My heart beats heavy in my
throat. Sweat pours down my back.
Death and I glare at each other through my
tears.
I take one last look at the crystal
chandelier, the foyer outlined with mirrors, and the flawless decorations. No
photographs adorn the walls. No happy memories here.
I’m ready to go. On the count of three.
I inhale, preparing myself for the
finality of it all. Dropping my hands, a glimmer catches my eye. It’s my ring,
the last precious gift my father gave me. I twist it around to read the
inscription. Picturing his face forces me to reconsider my choice. He’d be
heartbroken if he could see me now.
A door slams in the hallway, almost
causing me to lose my balance. My thoughts already muddled, I stand, waiting
with the rope around my neck. Voices I don’t recognize creep through the walls.
Curiosity overshadows my current thoughts.
It’s late at night, and this is a secure building in High Society. No one
disturbs the peace here—ever. I tug on the noose and pull it back over my head.
Peering through the eyehole in our
doorway, I see a large group of armed guards banging on my neighbors’ door. A
heated conversation ensues, and my neighbors point toward my family’s home.
It hits me. I’ve been accused and they’re
here to arrest me.
My father would want me to run, and in
that split second, I decide to listen to his voice within me. Flinging myself
forward in fear, I scramble up the marble staircase and into my brother’s old
bedroom. The door is partially covered, but it exists. Pushing his dresser
aside, my fingers claw at the opening. Breathing hard, I lodge myself against
it. Nothing. I step back and kick it with all my strength. The wood splinters
open, and my foot gets caught. I wrench it backward, scraping my calf, but
adrenaline pushes me forward. The voices at the front door shout my name.
On
hands and knees, I squeeze through the jagged opening. My brother left through
this passage, and now it’s my escape too. Cobwebs entangle my face, hands, and
hair. At the end, I feel for the knob, twisting it clockwise. It swings open,
creaking from disuse. I sprint into the hallway and smash through the large
fire escape doors at the end. A burst of cool air strikes me in the face as I
jump down the ladder.
Reaching the fifth floor, I knock on a
friend’s window. The lights flicker on, and I see the curtains move, but no one
answers. I bang on the window harder.
“Let me in! Please!” I say, but the lights
darken. They know I’ve been accused and refuse to help me. Fear and adrenaline
rush through my veins as I keep running, knocking on more windows along the way.
No one has mercy. They all know what happens to sinners.
Another flight of stairs passes in a blur
when I hear the guards’ heavy footfalls from above. I can’t hide, but I don’t
want to go without trying.
Help me, Daddy. I need your strength now.
My previous desolation evolves into a will
to survive. I
have to keep running, but I tremble and gasp for air. I steel my nerves and
force my body to keep moving. In a matter of minutes, my legs cramp and my
chest burns. I plunge to the ground, scraping my knee and elbow. A moan escapes
from my chest.
Gotta
keep going.
“Stop!”
Their voices bounce off the buildings. “Lexi Hamilton, surrender yourself,”
they command. They’re gaining on me.
I
resist the urge to glance back, running into what I assume is an alley. I’m far
from our high-rise in High Society as I plunge into a poorer section of the
city where the streets all look the same and the darkness prevents me from
recognizing anything. I’m lost.
My first instinct is to leap into a
dumpster, but I retain enough sense to stay still. I crouch and peek around it,
watching them dash by. The abhorrent smell soon leaves me vomiting until
nothing remains in my stomach. Desperation overtakes me, as I know my retching
was anything but silent. My last few seconds tick away before they find me.
Everyone knows about their special means of tracking sinners.
I push
myself to my feet and look left, right, and left again. Their batons click
against their black, leather belts, and their boots stomp the cement on both
sides of me. I shrink into myself. Their heavy steps mock my fear, growing
closer and closer until I know I’m trapped.
Never
did I imagine they’d come for me. Never did I imagine all those nights I heard
them dragging someone else away that I’d join them.
“You’re
a sinner,” they say. “Time to leave our society.”
I
stand defiant. I refuse to bend or break before them even as I shiver with
fear.
“There’s
no reason to make this difficult. The more you cooperate, the smoother this
will be for everyone,” a guard says.
I
cringe into the blackness along the wall. I’m innocent, but they won’t believe
me or care.
The
next instant, my face slams into the pavement as one guard plants a knee in my
back and another handcuffs me. A warm liquid trails into my mouth. Blood. Their
fingers grip my arms like steel traps as they peel me off the cement. The tops
of my shoes scrape along the ground as I’m dragged behind them until they
discard me into the back of a black vehicle. The doors slam in unison with one
guard stationed on each side of me, my shoulders digging into their arms. The
handcuffs dig into my wrists, so I clasp them together hard behind me and press
my back into the seat, unwilling to admit how much it hurts. My dignity is all
I have left.
Swallowing
hard, I stare ahead to avoid their eyes.
Did
they need so many guards to capture me?
I’m not carrying any weapons, nor do I own
any. I don’t even know self-defense. High Society frowns on activities like
that.
The
driver jerks the vehicle around and I try to keep my bearings, but it’s dark
and the scenery changes too fast. Hours pass and the air grows warmer, more
humid, the farther we drive. The landscape mutates from city to rolling hills.
They don’t bother blindfolding me because they escort all the sinners to the same
place—the Hole. Twenty-foot cement walls encase the chaos within. There’s no
way out and no way in unless they transport you. They say the Hole is a prison
with no rules. We learned about it last year in twelfth grade.
To the outside, I’m filth now. I’ll never
be allowed to return to the life I knew. No one ever does.
“All
sinners go through a transformation,” one of the guards says to me. His smirk
infuriates me. “I’m sure you’ve heard all kinds of stories.” I don’t respond. I
don’t want to think about the things I’ve been told.
“You
won’t last too long, though. Young girls like you get eaten alive.” He pulls a
strand of my hair up to his face.
Get your hands off me, you pig. I want
to lash out, but resist. The punishment for disobeying authority is severe, and
I’m not positioned to defy him.
They’re the Guards of the Commander.
They’re chosen from a young age and trained in combat. They keep the order of
society by using violent methods of intimidation. No one befriends a guard.
Relationships with them are forbidden inside the Hole.
Few
have seen the commander. His identity stays under lock and key. His own
paranoia and desire to stay pure drove him to live this way. He controls our
depraved society and believes sinners make the human race unforgivable. His
power is a crushing fist, rendering all beneath him helpless. So much so, even
family members turn on each other when an accusation surfaces. Just an
accusation. No trial, no evidence, nothing but an accusation.
I lose
myself in thoughts of my father.
“Never
show fear, Lexi,” my father said to me before he was taken. “They’ll use it
against you.” His compassionate eyes filled with warning as he commanded me to
be strong. That was many years ago, but I remember it clearly. My father. My
rock. The one person in my life who provided unconditional love.
The
vehicle stops, and I’m jerked back to reality. “Get out,” the guard orders while
pulling me to my feet. The doors slide open and the two guards lift me up and
out into the night. A windowless cement building looms in front of us, looking
barren in the darkness.
The
coolness of the air sends a shiver up my spine. This is really happening. I’ve
been labeled a sinner. My lip starts to quiver, but I bite it before anyone
sees. They shove me in line and I realize I’m not alone. Women and men stand
with faces frozen white in fear. A guard grabs my finger, pricks it, and dabs
my blood on a tiny microchip.
I follow the man in front of me into the next
room where we’re lined up facing the wall. Glancing right, I see one of the men
crying.
“Spread
your legs,” one of the guards says.
They
remove my outer layers and their hands roam up and down my body.
What
do they think I could possibly be hiding? I press my head into the wall, trying to
block out what they’re doing to me.
“MOVE!”
a guard commands. So I shuffle across the room, trying to cover up.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five
of us sit in the holding room. One by one, they pull people into the next room,
forcing the rest of us to wonder what torture we’ll endure. An agonizing amount
of time passes. I lean my head back and try to imagine a place far away. The
door opens.
“Lexi
Hamilton.”
A
guard escorts me out of the room, and I don’t have time to look back. As soon
as the door closes, they pick me up and place me on a table. It’s cold and my
skin sticks to it slightly, like wet fingers on an ice cube. Then, they exit in
procession, and I lie on the table with a doctor standing over me. His hands
are busy as he speaks.
“Don’t
move. This will only take a few minutes. It’s time for you to be branded.”
A wet
cloth that smells like rubbing alcohol is used to clean my skin. Then he places
a metal collar around my neck.
Click.
Click. Click.
The
collar locks into place, and I struggle to breathe. The doctor loosens it some
as I focus on the painted black words above me.
The Seven Deadly Sins:
Lust ¾ Blue
Gluttony
¾Orange
Greed ¾ Yellow
Sloth ¾ Light Blue
Wrath ¾ Red
Envy ¾ Green
Pride ¾ Purple
“Memorize it. Might keep you alive longer if
you know who to stay away from.” He opens my mouth, placing a bit inside. “Bite
this.”
Within
seconds, the collar heats from hot to scorching. The smell of flesh sizzling
makes my head spin. I bite down so hard a tooth cracks.
“GRRRRRRRRR,”
escapes from deep within my chest. Just when I’m about to pass out, the
temperature drops, and the doctor loosens the collar.
He
removes it and sits me up. Excruciating pain rips through me and I’m on the
verge of a mental and physical breakdown. Focus. Don’t pass out.
Stainless
steel counters and boring white walls press in on me. A guard laughs at me from
an observation room above and yells, “Blue. It’s a great color for a pretty
young thing like yourself.” His eyes dance with suggestion. The others meander
around like it’s business as usual.
I
finally find my voice and turn to the doctor.
“Are
you going to give me clothes?” A burning pain spreads like fire from my neck to
my jaw, making me wince.
He
points to a set of folded grey scrubs on a chair. I cover myself as much
as I can and scurry sideways. Grabbing my new clothes, I pull the shirt over my
head and try to avoid the raw meat around my throat. I quickly knot the cord of
my pants around my waist and slide my feet into the hospital-issue slippers as
the doctor observes. He hands me a bag labeled with my name.
“Nothing
is allowed through the door but what we’ve given you,” he says.
I hide
my right hand behind me, hoping no one notices. A guard scans my body and opens
his hand.
“Give
it to me,” he says. “Don’t make me rip off your finger.” He crouches down and I
turn to stone. I don’t know what to do, so I beg.
“My father gave this to me. Please, let me
keep it.” I smash my eyes shut and think of the moment my father handed the
golden ring to me.
“It was my mother’s ring,” he’d said.
“She’s the strongest woman I ever knew.” With tears in his eyes, he reached for
my hand. “Lexi, you’re exactly like her. She’d want you to wear this. No matter
how this world changes, you can survive.” I turned the gold band over in my
palm and read the engraving.
You can overcome
anything… short of death.
“You’re going to take the one thing that
matters the most to me?” I say, glaring into the guard’s emotionless eyes.
“Isn’t it enough taking my life, dignity, and respect?”
A hard
blow falls upon my back. As I fall, my hands shoot out to stop me from smashing
into the wall in front of me. The guard bends down and grabs my chin with his
meaty fist.
“Look
at me,” he commands.I look up and he smiles with arrogance.
“What
the hell?” He staggers a step backward. “What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong
with your eyes?”
“Nothing,”
I respond, confused.
“What
color are they?”
“Turquoise.”
I glower at him.
“Interesting,”
he says, regaining his composure. “Now those’ll get you in trouble.”
Reality
slaps me across the face. I have my father’s eyes. They can't take them from
me. I twist the ring off my finger and drop it in his hand.
“Take
the damn ring,” I say. I walk to the door. He swipes a card and the massive
door slides open to the outside.
“You
have to wear your hair back at all times, so everyone knows what you are.” He
hands me a tie, so I pull my frizzy hair away from my face and secure it into a
ponytail. My neck burns and itches as my hand traces the scabs that have
already begun to form. Squinting ahead into the darkness, I almost run into a
guard standing on the sidewalk.
“Watch where you’re going,” he says, shoving
me backward. His stiff figure stands tall and I cringe at the sharpness of his
voice.
“Cole,
this is your new assignment, Lexi Hamilton. See to it she feels welcome in her
new home.” The guard departs with a salute.
“Let’s
move,” Cole says.
I take two steps and collapse, my knees
giving out. The unforgiving pavement reopens the scrapes from earlier and I
struggle to stand. A powerful arm snatches me up, and I see his face for the
first time.
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Synopsis: Camille Harper, about to finish high school, can
see angels all around her. They appear to watch her. She has been able to see
angels from birth, and while she is amused by this ability, she just wants a
normal life with friends, family, and good times. Why can she see angels? She
doesn't know, but she believes the knowledge will change everything. Then she
witnesses a confrontation between a beautiful angel and a dark winged creature.
The strange event will signal the end of normal life.
Did the strange beings know she could see them?
Her friends want her to sneak out to an abandoned house for parties, but her
instincts scream “NO!” Something is not right about the place. The hip new guy
in school, Earl, wants to date, but she is afraid he will disturb her circle of
friends, and there is something not right about him. Her parents aren’t doing
well together. And whatever strange plot is developing, her sister may be in
the middle.
Now, for the first time, Camille Harper is interacting with angels face to
face. This is incredible, but when Jason Waters enters her life, she gets more
than she bargained for. Her strange ability complicates life on a whole new
level. Camille and Jason enter an exciting but forbidden relationship.
Strange beings present danger. What’s a Nephilim? What are fallen angels up to?
Jason believes something is strange with Earl, but Jason is hiding things from
Camille as well. Which one is right for her? Are they both trying to possess
her for supernatural reasons?
Camille just wants to make it through the year and graduate from high school,
but changes are leading up to some apocalyptic event.
Can Camille continue Seeing Angels without her life going to Hell?
(I love her eyes)
Author
Bio: Harmony Lawson was born on a naval base in San
Diego, California. Currently, she and her family live in Northern California in
the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Her education is in drawing,
painting, and writing. When she read her first romance novel at age 16, she
became a hopeless romantic.
Harmony is fascinated by angels, and she incorporates research in angels, the
Nephilim, and fallen angels into her fictional stories. Many of the
descriptions in her books reflect actual documentation found in religious
documents.
While she has endured many hardships in life, she believes life will be better
tomorrow. Life has its ups and downs, trials and tribulations, and Heaven and
Hell. She believes the bad times are a test to prove a person’s worth. Her
books reflect on that concept.
Excerpt:
“I
really want to see you again, Cami, but I’m not sure about this. I’m not sure I
can.” His gaze is intense. There is no way for me to respond to that. I look
down again.
He
raises my hand to his lips and kisses. Electricity travels
up
my arm. How can a kiss feel like that? Have we fallen in love
already?
“Why
wouldn’t you be able to see me again?” I finally have to ask.
“Never
mind, just pretend I didn’t say that.”
He
is hiding things from me, and I know what they are. Attraction is making me so
weak that I am tempted to tell him what I know. I have to fight it.
His
warm hand is smooth on top and rough on the palm. My hand must seem cold to
him. He can hold my hand as long as he wants.
He
sighs and kisses my hand again. “We better drive back to your car. I don’t want
to keep you out too late.” He sounds like a guy trying to avoid trouble.
These books are ones that I have been waiting on FOREVER.
The first was Fall of Night, book 14 in the Morganville Vampire Series by Rachel Caine. This series is so captivating, and amazing, and Rachel Caine is perhaps my favourite author ever! Definitely in my top 3. I love her.
The second was Apollyon, book 4 in the Covenant Series by the unbelievably amazing Jennifer Armentrout. If I could steal her brain, I would. It was actually one of her books that inspired me to finally start writing a blog! This book was so mind blowingly amazing. I can't believe how good it was.
AND I can NOT WAIT for the next books in these series, but before they are released, Goddess by Josephine Angelini will be released. This is the third book in the starcrossed series, another ridiculously good collection of books.
SO BECAUSE I love you all so much, and love these books so much, I've decided to host a giveaway!
I'm giving away the first book in ALL of these series. That's Glass Houses, Half-Blood and Starcrossed. There will be 3 winners, and each winner will recieve one book!
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Ciao For Now,
Jess. x
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Embarrassing first kiss. Traumatic first date.
An obsessive first boyfriend she can't understand.
It's taken her years but she's finally able
to leave her small town life behind for a new start as a freshmen at UW-
Madison. For Jules this chance to be independent and rebuild her life is an
opportunity she won't ever let anyone take from her again. She's determined to
make something of herself without a
man by her side, in front, behind or anywhere near her.
Reid "Pax" Paxton is the star
quarterback for the UW Badgers. His brush with death makes him understand how
precious life is, and how important it is to take life by the horns, unafraid.
Jules knows he's dangerous for her. Dark hair. Smoldering eyes. Killer smile.
That dimple. That body. Those arms. Pax is everything she's trying to run away
from, but she can't help coming back for more. Slowly he begins to show a life
together can be more than just a dream. It can be their reality. The truth
about reality is it's not always sunshine and butterflies.
Sometimes it's a wasteland.
Sometimes secrets can't stay buried.
Sometimes your past will find a way to hunt
you down.
(Isn't she beautiful?!)
Author
Bio:
I'm
Mari Arden (Mari rhymes with safari). Teacher by day, author by night. When I'm
not living my double life I like to hike, take zumba classes, and try foods
from all over the world. I write to soothe my soul and to, hopefully, entertain
YOU. I write YA and NA including the YA series, "Fireborn".
**Warning: the contents of this book are intended
for readers 18+ and older due to explicit adult situations.
"Do
I make you nervous?" His husky drawl drips like chocolate covering a ripe,
round strawberry. Does he make me nervous? Does a simmering volcano make an ant
nervous?
I
swallow. "Nervous? I'm not nervous," I babble, refusing to look at
him. I'm in physical pain. What's that thing I do where I take in air, and then
let it out? Oh yeah, breathing. I need to do that.
Like
right now.
I
make a strangled sound and inhale through my nostrils, taking in the smoky air
like a ravenous puppy finding milk. Instantly I feel Pax's heat next to me.
Soon I'll be immersed in it, wrapped in it.
Wrapped
around him.
So
does that make me nervous? Only a hundred kinds of nervous.
"Time
to begin!" Cade yells, as he jogs back to Pax and I, flashing his pearly
whites. He pounds Pax on the back. "Don't drop the ball," he grins.
"As
if I ever do."
Cade
turns to me. I see the second he registers my cleavage is exposed to the world.
His eyes appraise me slowly. He gives me an appreciative grin. "Well,
hello there."
"Hi,"
I reply. "Um, should we start now?" I don't mean to be rude, but I'm
a second away from vomiting every cell inside me, and call me crazy, but I'd
prefer not to start off my year known as the Vomiter.
"Yes,"
Pax glares at Cade. "Let's start." He inserts himself between us,
blocking Cade's view of me. His firm, half naked body is next to my face. Pax's
musky cologne combined with a sweaty scent unique to him assails my nostrils
until my senses are reeling out of control.
Cade
chuckles, looking amused. I want to glare at him. I don't find anything amusing
about this. "Ready when you are."
Pax
turns to me, his emerald eyes dark pools in the sunlight. This close I see
every glorious inch of him, from the tiny stubbles of black hair covering the
lower part of his face to the rippling six pack decorating his stomach like a
tattoo. I don't dare look any lower. My pulse skitters. I forget to breathe.
Something hard and hot unfurls in my belly. Unable to tear my gaze from him I
watch helpless as his mouth drifts closer, until he' so close his breath
mingles with mine.
