A Shot of YA: Deviation by Heather Hildenbrand + Giveaway

Series: Clone Chronicles 2

Format: ARC
Release Date: March 12, 2014
Publisher: Accendo Press
Source: Author
Genre: Dsytopia

Protect. Obey. Sacrifice. 

These words are the mantra of my existence. I’m not sure if it’s Titus Rogen 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. 

And scream and scream and scream I did (inside) after reading DEVIATION by Heather Hildenbrand. This is the second book of Heather’s dystopian novel, Clone Chronicles, and the gist of the tale is Titus Rogen is slowly replacing people, Authentics, with clones or Imitations so he can control them and by extension control the society. Ven is the seventh Imitation of Raven Rogen, Titus’ daughter, Titus thinks that his special modifications to Ven will help him crush the rebellion but it’s the exact opposite. Ven has become of the rebellion’s greatest asset and Titus eventually figured this out. DEVIATION ended in such a tragic disarray proving that Titus is one sick bastard and the only direction I see the story going is towards revenge and Titus’ eventual death. 
DEVIATION is a little more saucy than Imitation which as an adult reader I like and appreciate. Don’t get me wrong, the story is still very YA but leaning more towards the Mature YA side. Ven is really playing the part as Titus’ daughter very well, in the public eye, Ven is very much like her Authentic. She’s frivolous, vapid, promiscuous, and entitled. Her conflict is that Titus knows that she’s somehow connected to the rebels and if Ven doesn’t cooperate in bringing them down he’ll kill them all. Ven is a loyal girl, she started off as meek but she’s slowly learning to use her alter-ego’s entitlement to her and the rebellion’s advantage. In DEVIATION I see Ven as more of a tool, a means to an end, because she’s still stuck in the middle between her duty as an Imitation and her moral duty as a person. However I think Ven will be more on the forefront in the future and will live up to her role as heroine in the next book because of the events that took place in this novel. 
Aside from the formidable and despicable Titus Rogen, Clone Chronicles has a sizable list of supporting cast. HHildenbrand’s characters are diverse and each stand out in their own way I can see a couple of them maybe having their own novellas. The hero and Ven’s boyfriend, Linc, didn’t stand-out too much for me in this novel not because his character development suffered it’s just that HHildenbrand focused more on Ven’s and the series plot. I’m sure things will change dramatically in book 3, DEVIATION may be a sequel but it’s a strong follow-up and a pivotal one at that. 
You’ve probably noticed that I very rarely read Dystopia and when I do it’s something that I love and back-up 100%. Clone Chronicles is one of those select few that I truly enjoy, the concept of Imitations is fascinating and scary at the same time, the world building just has enough modifications to support the premise that this is either in the future or some parallel universe, the villain doesn’t have flares of temper followed by violence, Titus Rogen is very calculating and when he strikes, you can bet that it’ll be devastating. The series’ strongest suit is in its characters, the plot is very character driven and with every book that comes out, Ven, Linc and the rest of the cast are living up to their roles more and more. I hope you can check DEVIATION and Imitation soon!

Author of Across the Galaxy, Whisper, and the Dirty Blood series. I write, read, and fuss at my kids. Oh, and I do laundry, lots of laundry. I’m pretty good at it, too. Sometimes I even read WHILE doing laundry – and fussing at my kids. I’m a multi-tasker.

Likes and dislikes? I love vintage tees, hate socks with sandals, and if my house was on fire the one thing I’d grab is my DVR player!

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Reissue: The Burning Star by Jessie Lane + Giveaway

Love fantasy? The paranormal? Romance? How about a twisty-turny story featuring two young women in the fight of their lives? Yes?! Then we have the book for you! Pick up Jessie Lane’s THE BURNING STAR, available today! Learn more about the book below and be sure to enter the author’s amazing giveaway while you’re at it! 

The Burning Star
Star #1
Jessie Lane 
May 23, 2012

*This book is a re-release and revision from the original book. Please be aware that some things have been added, deleted or changed.*

Kay’s journey of a lifetime started in the woods outside of Asheville, North Carolina. It was there that the 17 year old met a beautiful man along with a monster. The chance encounter led her to an unbelievable world that shouldn’t exist; a place where myths and fairy tales were real, and in some cases, deadly. Kay knew she would have to brave this new world if she hoped to find a cure for her terminal cancer.

With a strange yet beautiful cast of characters that she would meet along the way, Kay uncovered truths that would change her life forever. However, before it was all over, it would become clear that Kay wasn’t the only one with problems.

Yet another 17 year old young woman was fighting for her freedom and her life.

Kira had lived in a magical world that Kay had only dreamt of. Despite this, her life had not been filled with many good things. As a matter of fact, she considered her empty, emotional solitude the only positive aspect of her life. She fought daily battles to escape abuse and torture.Trained to be an expert assassin, she was charged with kidnapping Kay and delivering her to Kira’s master, Lord Donovan.

As the two young women set forth in their journeys, their paths would cross in unimaginable ways. The only question that would remain was who would come out alive and whole in the end?

WARNING: This is a upper ya/young adult/new adult fictional story that includes some explicit language, graphic violence, and mild sexual situations. Recommended for ages sixteen and up.

THE BURNING STAR will be released at 99 cents, but that’s only for a limited time! Then it’ll go back to its regular $3.99!

The hairs on the back of my neck started to tingle. For the second time that day, I felt as if I might be in some unfortunate Animal Planet documentary. At least this time I was safe in my house. Well, at least I hoped I was safe.
I stayed deathly still at my window, thinking movement might draw its attention. I could have gone to my bed and told myself that it all hadn’t actually happened, yet I wanted to know what it was. Are there any white bears in Asheville? I mean, there were polar bears, but I obviously wasn’t in the Arctic, so that wasn’t possible. No, I didn’t think it was a bear. It wasn’t burly enough. 
The animal took another cautious step out of the woods and smelled the ground. It lifted its head up and then smelled the air around itself, searching for something. 
Upon the understanding of what it was, my fascination magnified. It was an enormous and elegant white wolf. I sucked in my breath, awed by its beauty. The wolf’s head snapped around to face my direction, almost as if it had heard me breathe. 
No way. I’m at least a hundred yards away, in a house. It couldn’t have heard me. 
But there it was, just standing out of the tree line, staring at me. It was by far one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. 
We stayed that way for a while, staring at each other. Me, in my Young Guns concert t-shirt and plaid flannel pajama bottoms, leaning against the window frame, wondering what the wolf was doing. The wolf with its gleaming fur, standing on the grass almost a football field away, studying me with something that almost resembled intelligence. The two of us were only separated by a house, an enormous yard and a road. 
Then there was more movement in the tree line. A second wolf stepped out of the trees. This one was chocolate brown in color, walking up to the white one. It sniffed at the ground as it walked and seemed wholly engrossed in whatever it was that it found there. 
As I looked from the brown colored wolf to the white one, something else caught my eye, but this time I jumped as it startled the crap out of me. 
Another wolf, this one black, stood in the middle of my front yard. I didn’t know how long it had been standing there, but I did know that just like the white one, it was staring right at me. Unwavering. If I thought the white one had been beautiful, then there were no words for this particular wolf. It was staggering, with its shiny, jet black fur reflecting the moonlight, its eyes a piercing green. 
Is that color green normal for a wolf’s eyes? 
It looked to be just as large physically as the other two wolves, but it carried itself differently. It seemed more confident and sure of things than the others were. Even the carriage of its body radiated certainty and command. The way the wolf looked at me, I felt like it saw right through me to my soul. I never knew an animal could see someone so thoroughly the way this one seemed to see me. My hands trembled at some emotion I couldn’t name. It wasn’t fear; it was more like an overwhelming sense of knowing and intimacy.
How strange.
I stood frozen, feeling both excited and scared. So engrossed at the sight of the beautiful black wolf that I didn’t even see the other two approaching. The black wolf must have heard them coming because it turned its head in their direction. I followed its gaze to see them halfway to where it was standing in my yard. Looking back to the black wolf, I saw that it was watching me intently again, its head cocked to the side as if it were analyzing me. I almost felt as if it had a question it wanted to ask, but then one of the other wolves yapped and it turned and trotted away. 
The three wolves disappeared back into the trees. I stood there for a few minutes after they faded out of sight, wondering if they would reappear again. Today had been unreal. Apparently, these woods were full of animals. 
In just one day I had come across a rabid dog large enough that I would seem more like a snack to it instead of a meal and then three wolves. I wondered what else could be out there in the forest surrounding us as I walked to my bed to lie back down. All of a sudden I felt a lot like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. 
Wolves and freaky dogs, oh my. 
What would tomorrow bring?

 

Crystal and Melissa often live half their lives with their heads in the clouds dreaming of alpha military hunks, werewolves and kick ass heroines crazy enough to chase after creatures that they unquestionably should know better than to chase.Their first YA novel, The Burning Star, was released in May 2012. Big Bad Bite is their second novel, but their first adult paranormal romance. They are now working on their next two novels, Walk On The Striped Side and Secret Maneuvers. With these projects underway, they are looking forward to showing the rest of the world their crazy stories, heroes and heroines that often plague their minds until written, and hope you will join them on their journey!

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    A Shot of YA: Savage Delight by Sara Wolf + Character Chat & Giveaway

    Series: Lovely Vicious 2
    Format: eGalley
    Source: Author
    Publishing Date: February 10, 2014
    Publisher: Self
    Genre: YA – Contemporary

    Light meets dark. Secrets meet truth.
    It’s been three years, twenty-five weeks, and five days since Isis Blake fell in love, and if she has it her way, it’ll stretch into infinity.
    After a run-in with her mom’s ex-boyfriend, she scrabbles to remember what she’s lost to amnesia. Her ex-nemesis Jack falls deeper into a pit of despair, and his girlfriend Sophia does all she can to keep him to herself. But as Isis’ memories return, she finds it harder and harder to resist what she felt for Jack, and Jack finds it impossible to stay away from the only girl who’s ever melted the ice around his heart.
    As the dark secrets surrounding Sophia emerge, Isis realizes Jack isn’t who she thought he was. He’s dangerous. But when Isis starts receiving terrifying emails from an anonymous source, that danger might be the only thing protecting her from something far more threatening.
    Her past.
    ***This book contains language and sexual scenes, some of which may be unsuitable for younger readers.
    ***This is the second book in the Lovely Vicious series.
    It’s so hard to talk about SAVAGE DELIGHT without spoiling Sara Wolf’s Lovely Vicious series as a whole. So much that went on in this sequel is hinged on previous events that took part in book 1 and as I’m so bent on pimping this series I don’t want to spoil any of it for y’all. So let me warn you in advance, I’m going to walk on water here and be super vague. If you need more input, you can always follow the tour and/or check out my review for Lovely Vicious (the cover art below is linked to that post) so at least you can have some sort of a cohesive take of what I’m trying (fail!) to do here. 
    So, SAVAGE DELIGHT was so painful to read because there’s a LOT of heart wrenching revelations and events that happened. As for the plot, it takes off where Lovely Vicious left and Isis is in the last phase of her recovery following the attack which left her with a scar and partial amnesia. The good news is, Isis’ brain trauma didn’t hinder her snark because she’s can still whip you with a word or two. However, this event really made Isis vulnerable and the reason behind her sarcasm is finally revealed. And my heart constricted from the scathing and scarring things that happened to Isis in the past, some of which still continues to haunt her. Isis first brush in love was unforgettable not because it was wonderful but because of the rejection and shame she felt courtesy of her first boyfriend. Inasmuch as I love Isis’ strength and resolve to not be victimized again, I also sympathized and felt protective over her because of this revelation. Behind the tough girl facade lies a delicate and lonely girl who needs unconditional love.
    Jack is still his usual smartass self. He’s a lot like Isis, he hides his true feelings behind acid remarks to protect himself. I still don’t have Jack figured out completely but I can sense that some of his angst is coming from this huge responsibility and obligation he feels towards Sophia. And this is weighing heavily on Jack together with the secrets, lies and double life he’s leading to get him and Sophia out of the mess they put themselves in. On a side note, I also feel like Jack’s pimp (he’s moonlighting as an escort) is going to screw him and his Harvard scholarship. I can’t wait to see if my hunch is right and if it is, I’m anxious to see how that’s going to be resolved. Jack’s not the type of person who goes down easily and gracefully.
    The wild card is Sophia. We’ve heard a lot about this mysterious girl in Lovely Vicious and I’ve always imagined her to be this frail and damaged person. Sophia may have certain weaknesses but I find her likeable. For someone who’s been so sheltered, Sophia’s very wise and almost has an accurate sense of things without being truly involved in the situation. My heart went out to her because she knows that she’s losing Jack to Isis and she’s powerless to stop that flow. 
    There are some interesting relationship developments that happened between Jack, Sophia and Isis in SAVAGE DELIGHT. All the secrets that’s been revealed had my head reeling and shouting WHAT?! in several scenes. These kids has been through a LOT and for them to still have a sense of humor is admirable. And like in Lovely Vicious, the way SAVAGE DELIGHT ended was jaw dropping I’m still unsure what exactly happened. Yes, major cliffie on this one. Again! My only comfort from all of this savage but delightful torture is the third and final book, Brutal Precious, is set to release July of this year. Can’t wait to get my hands on that one!
    Book 1 was awesome!
    Read my review by clicking the cover art.

    Purchase Savage Delight

    My life has become a series of people asking me if I’m better.
    Except I’m sitting in a hospital bed with a massive bandage around my head like a turban. So no, I’m not better.
    But people keep asking anyway because it’s how you show concern for someone you care about, I guess, but frankly a giant box of chocolate truffles and reign over a small kingdom would be acceptable stand-ins.
    No school. No home. All I do is sit in bed all day and watch crappy soap operas in which people faint dramatically all the time. Like, damn. That shit’s an epidemic. I get so bored I try to mimic their faints except the nurses catch me and say stuff like ‘you have a head injury’ and ‘contrary to popular belief, the floor is hard’, or some nonsense, so nobody can blame me when I steal the nearest wheelchair and bolt down the hall at top speeds. NASCAR ain’t got nothing on me. Except the backing of huge corporations who give them money to go fast. But still. I’m twice as cool and my ride is pimped as hell – a worn-out shitstain on the seat from somebody’s dead someone and the stuffing pulled slightly out of the armrest.
    “Good evening, chaps!” I nod at two interns. They shoot each other looks but before they can call security, I’m blazing around the corner at warp speed.
    “Bloody good weather we’re having!” I smile at a man sitting in his bed as I pass his open room. He cheerily returns my greeting with a resounding “Go to hell!”.
    I round the next corner and come face-to-face with Naomi, my nurse. Her hair’s back in a strict bun, her face angry and worried and tired all at the same time.
    “’Ello, love. Fancy a cuppa?”
    “You’re not British, Isis,” Naomi says.
    “I can be things,” I insist. 
    “Yes, well, unless those things include a person who is lying in bed recuperating, I don’t want to see them. And I especially don’t want to see them wheeling around the hospital like a madman.”
    “The madman is back that way,” I jerk my thumb behind me. As if to prove it, a loud “FUCK!” reverberates. Naomi narrows her eyes and points at my room.
    “Back in bed. Now.”
    “Why you gotta be like that?” I sigh. “We can work this out. There can be bribes. Of the monetary kind. Or maybe not monetary. Do you like adventures? I’m full of those. I can give you at least nine adventures.”
    “You’ve already given me one for the day. If you don’t get back in bed, I won’t let Sophia in after her check-up.”
    I gasp. “You wouldn’t!”
    “I would!”
    I start to faint dramatically, but she catches me with her meaty arms and plops me in the wheelchair, pushing me back to my room. I grumble the entire way. In the doorway, I crawl out on my hands and knees and fake-sob, collapsing into bed.
    “Oh, quiet, you drama queen.” Naomi chides, and closes the door behind her.
    “Drama empress!” I yell. “I prefer the title empress!”


    Thanks so much for having me and Jack on the blog! Jack’s decided to take over this post and write it himself, since he isn’t the passive type. ;)

    Jack: Don’t use smilies. They’re disgusting.


    Sara: Alright, alright already! Okay, so the topic is ten things about yourself. Go ahead and tell them!

    Jack: Why should I? They haven’t earned the right to know anything about me.

    Sara: Oh my god, you are impossible. Why did I ever create you?

    Jack: Because you’re a masochist, I suppose. But if it’ll get you off my back, I’ll divulge a few non-essential facts.

    1. I enjoy money. This is no big secret. I like earning it, I like spending it. I work hard for it in various ways.

    Sara: *whispering* He doesn’t actually spend it, he gives it away.

    Jack: Be quiet, woman. I’m talking.

    2. I can cook. I know. Hold the applause.

    Sara: *applauds anyway and ducks around Jack’s death glare*

    Jack: 3. I’m…god this is harder than it looks. I’m only on three and I’m running out of things to say. 

    Sara: Your height!

    Jack: Right, my height. 6’3 and a half.

    4. Well, if all I need to do is list facts, my blood type is B. That means something in Asia. They have personalities assigned to blood types, you know.Sara: I had no idea, but now I do! ^_^


    Jack: *sighs*

    5. I hate doing this.

    Sara: Aww, c’mon! You were doing so well, too! Talk about your favorite food.

    Jack: My favorite food are your tears.

    Sara: *sniffs* I’m touched.

    Jack: 6. In reality though, I like a good beef stew.

    Sara: Isis can’t cook at all.

    Jack: 7. I hate Isis Blake.

    Sara: Do you? Is that why you kissed her?

    Jack: I didn’t kiss her. I was drunk. We fell on each other. Total accident.

    Sara: *suggestive eyebrows* Mhm.

    Jack: 9. I’m going to kill my creator.

    Sara: You ‘ve already wounded me with your harsh words *sniff*.

    Jack: 10. That’s all. Get out of my face.

    Sara: Thanks so much, Jack! And thank you all for reading! If you want more of Jack’s charming *COUGH* personality, check out Lovely Vicious and its upcoming sequel, Savage Delight!

    Sara Wolf is the author of ARRANGED, a college-aged romance series centered on an arranged marriage. She’s currently working on her next New Adult romance series. She’s addicted to the Vampire Diaries, loves chocolate and romantic angst, and can’t get enough of damaged heroes.
    Stalk Sara!

    A Shot of YA: Savage Delight by Sara Wolf + Character Chat & Giveaway

    Series: Lovely Vicious 2
    Format: eGalley
    Source: Author
    Publishing Date: February 10, 2014
    Publisher: Self
    Genre: YA – Contemporary

    Light meets dark. Secrets meet truth.
    It’s been three years, twenty-five weeks, and five days since Isis Blake fell in love, and if she has it her way, it’ll stretch into infinity.
    After a run-in with her mom’s ex-boyfriend, she scrabbles to remember what she’s lost to amnesia. Her ex-nemesis Jack falls deeper into a pit of despair, and his girlfriend Sophia does all she can to keep him to herself. But as Isis’ memories return, she finds it harder and harder to resist what she felt for Jack, and Jack finds it impossible to stay away from the only girl who’s ever melted the ice around his heart.
    As the dark secrets surrounding Sophia emerge, Isis realizes Jack isn’t who she thought he was. He’s dangerous. But when Isis starts receiving terrifying emails from an anonymous source, that danger might be the only thing protecting her from something far more threatening.
    Her past.
    ***This book contains language and sexual scenes, some of which may be unsuitable for younger readers.
    ***This is the second book in the Lovely Vicious series.
    It’s so hard to talk about SAVAGE DELIGHT without spoiling Sara Wolf’s Lovely Vicious series as a whole. So much that went on in this sequel is hinged on previous events that took part in book 1 and as I’m so bent on pimping this series I don’t want to spoil any of it for y’all. So let me warn you in advance, I’m going to walk on water here and be super vague. If you need more input, you can always follow the tour and/or check out my review for Lovely Vicious (the cover art below is linked to that post) so at least you can have some sort of a cohesive take of what I’m trying (fail!) to do here. 
    So, SAVAGE DELIGHT was so painful to read because there’s a LOT of heart wrenching revelations and events that happened. As for the plot, it takes off where Lovely Vicious left and Isis is in the last phase of her recovery following the attack which left her with a scar and partial amnesia. The good news is, Isis’ brain trauma didn’t hinder her snark because she’s can still whip you with a word or two. However, this event really made Isis vulnerable and the reason behind her sarcasm is finally revealed. And my heart constricted from the scathing and scarring things that happened to Isis in the past, some of which still continues to haunt her. Isis first brush in love was unforgettable not because it was wonderful but because of the rejection and shame she felt courtesy of her first boyfriend. Inasmuch as I love Isis’ strength and resolve to not be victimized again, I also sympathized and felt protective over her because of this revelation. Behind the tough girl facade lies a delicate and lonely girl who needs unconditional love.
    Jack is still his usual smartass self. He’s a lot like Isis, he hides his true feelings behind acid remarks to protect himself. I still don’t have Jack figured out completely but I can sense that some of his angst is coming from this huge responsibility and obligation he feels towards Sophia. And this is weighing heavily on Jack together with the secrets, lies and double life he’s leading to get him and Sophia out of the mess they put themselves in. On a side note, I also feel like Jack’s pimp (he’s moonlighting as an escort) is going to screw him and his Harvard scholarship. I can’t wait to see if my hunch is right and if it is, I’m anxious to see how that’s going to be resolved. Jack’s not the type of person who goes down easily and gracefully.
    The wild card is Sophia. We’ve heard a lot about this mysterious girl in Lovely Vicious and I’ve always imagined her to be this frail and damaged person. Sophia may have certain weaknesses but I find her likeable. For someone who’s been so sheltered, Sophia’s very wise and almost has an accurate sense of things without being truly involved in the situation. My heart went out to her because she knows that she’s losing Jack to Isis and she’s powerless to stop that flow. 
    There are some interesting relationship developments that happened between Jack, Sophia and Isis in SAVAGE DELIGHT. All the secrets that’s been revealed had my head reeling and shouting WHAT?! in several scenes. These kids has been through a LOT and for them to still have a sense of humor is admirable. And like in Lovely Vicious, the way SAVAGE DELIGHT ended was jaw dropping I’m still unsure what exactly happened. Yes, major cliffie on this one. Again! My only comfort from all of this savage but delightful torture is the third and final book, Brutal Precious, is set to release July of this year. Can’t wait to get my hands on that one!
    Book 1 was awesome!
    Read my review by clicking the cover art.

    Purchase Savage Delight

    My life has become a series of people asking me if I’m better.
    Except I’m sitting in a hospital bed with a massive bandage around my head like a turban. So no, I’m not better.
    But people keep asking anyway because it’s how you show concern for someone you care about, I guess, but frankly a giant box of chocolate truffles and reign over a small kingdom would be acceptable stand-ins.
    No school. No home. All I do is sit in bed all day and watch crappy soap operas in which people faint dramatically all the time. Like, damn. That shit’s an epidemic. I get so bored I try to mimic their faints except the nurses catch me and say stuff like ‘you have a head injury’ and ‘contrary to popular belief, the floor is hard’, or some nonsense, so nobody can blame me when I steal the nearest wheelchair and bolt down the hall at top speeds. NASCAR ain’t got nothing on me. Except the backing of huge corporations who give them money to go fast. But still. I’m twice as cool and my ride is pimped as hell – a worn-out shitstain on the seat from somebody’s dead someone and the stuffing pulled slightly out of the armrest.
    “Good evening, chaps!” I nod at two interns. They shoot each other looks but before they can call security, I’m blazing around the corner at warp speed.
    “Bloody good weather we’re having!” I smile at a man sitting in his bed as I pass his open room. He cheerily returns my greeting with a resounding “Go to hell!”.
    I round the next corner and come face-to-face with Naomi, my nurse. Her hair’s back in a strict bun, her face angry and worried and tired all at the same time.
    “’Ello, love. Fancy a cuppa?”
    “You’re not British, Isis,” Naomi says.
    “I can be things,” I insist. 
    “Yes, well, unless those things include a person who is lying in bed recuperating, I don’t want to see them. And I especially don’t want to see them wheeling around the hospital like a madman.”
    “The madman is back that way,” I jerk my thumb behind me. As if to prove it, a loud “FUCK!” reverberates. Naomi narrows her eyes and points at my room.
    “Back in bed. Now.”
    “Why you gotta be like that?” I sigh. “We can work this out. There can be bribes. Of the monetary kind. Or maybe not monetary. Do you like adventures? I’m full of those. I can give you at least nine adventures.”
    “You’ve already given me one for the day. If you don’t get back in bed, I won’t let Sophia in after her check-up.”
    I gasp. “You wouldn’t!”
    “I would!”
    I start to faint dramatically, but she catches me with her meaty arms and plops me in the wheelchair, pushing me back to my room. I grumble the entire way. In the doorway, I crawl out on my hands and knees and fake-sob, collapsing into bed.
    “Oh, quiet, you drama queen.” Naomi chides, and closes the door behind her.
    “Drama empress!” I yell. “I prefer the title empress!”


    Thanks so much for having me and Jack on the blog! Jack’s decided to take over this post and write it himself, since he isn’t the passive type. ;)

    Jack: Don’t use smilies. They’re disgusting.


    Sara: Alright, alright already! Okay, so the topic is ten things about yourself. Go ahead and tell them!

    Jack: Why should I? They haven’t earned the right to know anything about me.

    Sara: Oh my god, you are impossible. Why did I ever create you?

    Jack: Because you’re a masochist, I suppose. But if it’ll get you off my back, I’ll divulge a few non-essential facts.

    1. I enjoy money. This is no big secret. I like earning it, I like spending it. I work hard for it in various ways.

    Sara: *whispering* He doesn’t actually spend it, he gives it away.

    Jack: Be quiet, woman. I’m talking.

    2. I can cook. I know. Hold the applause.

    Sara: *applauds anyway and ducks around Jack’s death glare*

    Jack: 3. I’m…god this is harder than it looks. I’m only on three and I’m running out of things to say. 

    Sara: Your height!

    Jack: Right, my height. 6’3 and a half.

    4. Well, if all I need to do is list facts, my blood type is B. That means something in Asia. They have personalities assigned to blood types, you know.Sara: I had no idea, but now I do! ^_^


    Jack: *sighs*

    5. I hate doing this.

    Sara: Aww, c’mon! You were doing so well, too! Talk about your favorite food.

    Jack: My favorite food are your tears.

    Sara: *sniffs* I’m touched.

    Jack: 6. In reality though, I like a good beef stew.

    Sara: Isis can’t cook at all.

    Jack: 7. I hate Isis Blake.

    Sara: Do you? Is that why you kissed her?

    Jack: I didn’t kiss her. I was drunk. We fell on each other. Total accident.

    Sara: *suggestive eyebrows* Mhm.

    Jack: 9. I’m going to kill my creator.

    Sara: You ‘ve already wounded me with your harsh words *sniff*.

    Jack: 10. That’s all. Get out of my face.

    Sara: Thanks so much, Jack! And thank you all for reading! If you want more of Jack’s charming *COUGH* personality, check out Lovely Vicious and its upcoming sequel, Savage Delight!

    Sara Wolf is the author of ARRANGED, a college-aged romance series centered on an arranged marriage. She’s currently working on her next New Adult romance series. She’s addicted to the Vampire Diaries, loves chocolate and romantic angst, and can’t get enough of damaged heroes.
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    Tour Stop + Giveaway: Savage Delight by Sara Wolf

    Savage Delight
    Lovely Vicious 2
    Sara Wolf
    February 10, 2014
    YA – Contemporary
    Light meets dark. Secrets meet truth.
    It’s been three years, twenty-five weeks, and five days since Isis Blake fell in love, and if she has it her way, it’ll stretch into infinity.
    After a run-in with her mom’s ex-boyfriend, she scrabbles to remember what she’s lost to amnesia. Her ex-nemesis Jack falls deeper into a pit of despair, and his girlfriend Sophia does all she can to keep him to herself. But as Isis’ memories return, she finds it harder and harder to resist what she felt for Jack, and Jack finds it impossible to stay away from the only girl who’s ever melted the ice around his heart.
    As the dark secrets surrounding Sophia emerge, Isis realizes Jack isn’t who she thought he was. He’s dangerous. But when Isis starts receiving terrifying emails from an anonymous source, that danger might be the only thing protecting her from something far more threatening.
    Her past.
    ***This book contains language and sexual scenes, some of which may be unsuitable for younger readers.
    ***This is the second book in the Lovely Vicious series.

    Lovely Vicious ended with such a cliffie I am most anxious to read book 2! I hope Savage Delight is just as smart-ass as the first one.

    Annnd we got another winner here, folks! I did nothing but laugh over Sarah Wolf’s LOVELY VICIOUS. This is a contemporary YA novel that’s snarky, ballsy and wickedly funny with a dash of serious “adult” themes like escorting, domestic abuse to provide contrast. Isis Blake and Jack Hunter will have you rolling with laughter in the first chapter and I seriously wish someone turns this into a movie. So if you’d rather giggle than weep, get a copy of LOVELY VICIOUS, it’s worth adding to your already extensive library. – full review here

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    Dr. Mernich is the kind of woman who forgets to brush her hair but somehow makes the crazed lunatic look work for her, which is weird, because she works with crazies. Not that crazies are bad. I’ve met a few and am probably one of them. I just don’t know it. Or I do. But I refuse to let it get in the way of my fabulousness hard enough to require a shrink. Mernich is my way out of this place, in any case. She’s the one who’s keeping me here until she’s satisfied I’m alright in the head. Which is dumb, because mentally I am a diamond fortress of impenetrable logic and sexiness.
    Dr. Mernich clears her throat. “Isis, you’re –”
    “I will someday not think aloud, and that will be a sad day for humanity. Also, quieter.”
    “How are you feeling today?”
    “Parts of me are feeling lots of things! For instance, my intestines are feeling lots of things! That means I need to poop. Sometime in the next hour. In addition to this riveting prospect, I’m worried about my mom so if you could just write me a note so I can get out of here that’d be great.”
    “What have we said about avoiding the subject with flippant jokes?”
    I squirm. “Uh, it’s vaguely negative. I think.”
    “And why is it vaguely negative?” She asks patiently and scribbles some more.
    “Because I don’t confront anything, I just run away from it,” I recite.
    “That’s right.”
    “But to be clear I run away from it like a Baywatch babe, not a fat, sweaty kid in gym class. I mean, I am still fat as heckie but it’s an alluring sort of fat, you feel me?”
    “Isis, do you really think you’re fat?”
    “Duh. And unlovable. But you already know that.”
    Her eyes spark. Of course she already knows that, she’s spent two weeks with me, talking about my life. I’d stalled around her with jokes for a good week until I realized she was the one who gives the go-ahead to let me out. And then I had to start actually cooperating with an adult. Ugh.
    “You already know everything about me, right?” I tilt my head. “So c’mon. Why don’t you just let me out of this – pardon my French – absolute shithole?”
    She adjusts her glasses. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. I’m certain there are still some things we need to work on. You’re close, but not quite there.”
    Even this shrink is obvious. Her self-satisfied little smile as she says that gives it all away. The trophies and awards lining her stuffy walls give it away.
    “You like it. Knowing things about people. It makes you feel powerful.”
    Dr. Mernich looks up from her scribbling, the faintest whiff of startled hanging around her.
    “Excuse me?”
    “You. Like. The. Ego. Trip. Shrinking. Gives. You,” I say slowly. “I understand. I see things about people and I just love knowing I know. It’s weird. It’s stupid. But mostly it’s fun and it makes me feel superior. Maybe I’ll turn it into a way to make money someday, too. I gotta think about that kind of stuff, you know, with college and everything a few months away.”
    Mernich is completely frozen for point four seconds, and then she starts scribbling madly. She does that when I say something super interesting that she can dissect. So she scribbles a lot. Because I am, objectively, an insanely interesting person. I better be! I work hard to be interesting, dammit!
    “Anyway what was I saying?” I scratch my chin. “Right, I feel really cooped up and sort of tired of hospitals. Also I feel bad for Sophia. Did you know she has no parents? And her grandma died? How sucky is all that death? Majorly sucktastic.”
    Mernich nods. “I’m her psychologist as well. She’s quite the strong girl, if a little tragic.”
    “Wow. That’s sort of condescending? I said I feel bad for her but you went straight to giving her labels like tragic? Wow. That’s interesting. Wow.”
    I can see Mernich start a glare behind her glasses, but she quickly cuts it off and resumes her usual passive face. Oh, she’s good. But not better than me. Not better than Jack.
    I pause, my swinging legs stopping under the chair. Jack? Where did that come from? How would I know Jack is any good? I haven’t been around him for more than thirty seconds that first time when I woke up and he yelled at me.
    “What about Jack, Isis?”
    “Uh, I don’t know. It just…it just popped into my head. Which is weird. I mean, most things that pop into my head are really weird, like that one time when I thought about Shrek in Victoria’s Secret underwear, but I think this actually beats Shrek’s Secret.”
    Mernich leans back. “What do you remember before the incident, Isis?”
    “I was applying to colleges. Boring.”
    “And before that?”
    “I…I was at school. And I – I yelled. At someone. I don’t remember who. Kayla, maybe. Maybe Wren? Yeah, I think Wren.”
    “What did you yell about?”
    My palm suddenly stings, and I remember the sudden feeling of slapping someone.
    “I slapped someone. I yelled and I slapped them. Wren must’ve done something stupid, I don’t know.”
    “And before that? Do you remember any major events?”
    “There was a party. A big one. Avery’s house. Halloween – I dressed up as Batgirl.”
    “Did Kayla go?”
    “Yeah, she was a mermaid. Her and her boyfriend – ugh, what’s his name? I don’t remember his name, but I know I slightly despised him.”
    “Despise is an awfully strong feeling.”
    “Yes well being alive is an awfully strong feeling.”
    “Isis –”
    “I didn’t like him. Or, something about him rubbed me the wrong way. I don’t know.”
    “And can you recall what happened at the party?”
    My head suddenly gives a massive throb, my spine tingling with pain. I squeeze my eyes shut and rub them.
    “Isis? What can you remember?”
    Leo’s face comes back, leering at me from the doorway. Panic wells up in my throat. I’m not going to be able to save Mom.
    “I – I don’t know! Stuff!”
    “Try to remember specifics. Did you drink anything? Did you dance? Who was wearing what costume?”
    “Wren was…he was a green guy. Link! Link from Zelda. And I drank…coke. I think. With rum. Don’t tell my Mom that. We joke about me drinking but she doesn’t really know I drink. And I danced and there was someone –”
    He’s going to hurt her. He’s hurt someone before. He hurt Sophia. Sophia? No, that’s not right. Leo doesn’t know her. Who, then, has hurt Sophia? A baseball bat. Avery came at me with a baseball bat, and someone grabbed it. I can see their broad, spidery hand wrapped around it, wrenching it from her, their low voice saying something with an amused tone to a startled, frozen Avery –
    The pain ricochets through my head like a tennis ball on fire.
    “Fuck!” I grab my forehead and put it between my knees.
    “Take deep breaths, Isis,” Mernich says softly. “You’re doing well, but don’t give up now. What else happened there?”
    A bed. A soft bed, someone’s soft lips, someone whispering my name –
    The pain splinters, blossoming in my brain like a demented, evil flower. I can’t see anything – the world goes black and my ears ring.
    That’s what you get for trusting someone.
    Ugly.
    Maybe I’ll love you. If you hold still.
    Mernich says something but I can’t hear her. It hurts. It hurts and I want it all to stop.
    You got guts. I like that.  
    Have fucking fun trusting nobody for the rest of your life!
    I don’t go out with ugly girls.
    Ugly.
    Ugly.  
    “Isis! Look at me!”
    I look up. Mernich’s face is pale.  
    “It’s okay. You don’t have to push yourself anymore. I’m sorry. Just breathe. In, and out. There you go. Slowly. Sit up.”
    When I lean back into the chair, I realize my hands are shaking. My whole body is trembling, like a thread in the breeze.
    “Why?” I murmur. “Why can’t I remember what happened?”
    She pulls her clipboard out again and clicks her pen. “Well, to find that out, we need to go to the beginning.”
    “You mean like, biblical genesis? Because I have three rules for a happy, fulfilling life, and never time travelling ever is one of them. Because, you know. Dinosaurs kill things. And the black plague. And let’s face it – with my supreme amounts of unnatural charm, I’d be burned as a witch.”
    She chuckles. “No. Not that far. I just want you to tell me your story. The real one. The one about Will.”
    I flinch, my skin crawling at the sound of his name.
    “Pulling my own tongue out and setting it on fire would be preferable to talking about that guy.”
    “I know. But I think it’s time to stop running. I think you know that, too.”
    I hate her. I hate her so much. She’s the reason I can’t leave. I’m racking up more and more pricey bills the longer I stay here. She’s the reason Mom worries. But I can tell she really wants to know about Nameless. If I tell her the story, maybe she’ll let me go. Nothing else has worked so far. It’s worth a shot, even if that shot will pierce through my guts and leave them to bleed all over the floor.
    “From the beginning?” I ask softly.
    “From the beginning.” She nods.
    I inhale, and let it out as a long sigh. Somewhere outside a bird chirps. I want its freedom more than anything.
    “When I was in fifth grade, I developed a crush on a boy. This was my first mistake. He wasn’t a particularly attractive boy, he was sort of quiet and spit sometimes, but he had pretty, dark, silky hair. The female teachers complimented him on it. I wrote him a love note that said ‘I like your hair’ and he wiped his nose on it and gave it back to me at recess. I should’ve seen the warning signs in the mucus. But I was smitten. He’d paid attention to me! Me – the fat roly poly girl with frizzy hair and a constant cloud of B.O. surrounding her! He actually didn’t snub me, or push me in the mud, or call me a fat whale, he just wiped his nose on my declaration of love and gave it back to me. It was the most promising social signal I’d received in my short ten years of life on the planet Earth.
    Thus began my descent into utter madness.
    I did anything short of committing crimes to get his attention. Also, I committed actual crimes. Like riding my bike on the freeway shoulder lane to get to his house and stare at him through his window while he played video games. But then I found out it was illegal! You can’t ride your bike on the freeway at all! So I started taking the bus to look at him through his window while he played videogames.
    Anyway, so there I was, in the prime of my life, and by prime I mean not prime at all. Mom and Dad were going through the divorce, which involved a lot of shouting and money and guilt, so Aunt Beth offered her home for a few months so I wouldn’t have to switch schools, which turned into nearly five years, but Aunt Beth was totally cool about it. We had grilled cheese almost every night and she let me watch R-rated movies. So basically I’d died and gone to heaven and neither of my parents gave a diddly-damn except Mom who sometimes got guilty and sent me lots of exceptional socks. I love her, but really, socks?
    So while my loveable gene donors were off debating who owned what vase for sixty months, I grew up in the loudest ways possible. Well, I wasn’t exactly loud back then, I was more an indoor-mouse-whisper kind of gal, but you get my drift. There were fights. One time, a girl tried to run me over with her scooter! Do you remember scooters? I remember scooters. My shinbone remembers scooters. One time that girl even gave me a frog! Because she was so nice! I found it in my locker! Actually I had tons of friends and by tons I mean everyone in the library who squeezed around my bulk to reach their books.”
    “And what were you doing in the library?”
    “Hiding. I read a lot of Jane Austen and cried. It was a formative experience.”
    Mernich nods, motioning for me to continue. She’s doing it. She’s making me bring out the big guns. I sigh.
    “Alright. No more pussyfooting around it. I met…Nameless…I can still call him that, right?”
    “If you must.”
    I take a deep breath.
    “After stalking him for most of middle school, the first time I exchanged words with Nameless was at Jenna Monroe’s beach party in seventh grade. The girls were wearing pastel tankinis and swimming. I was wearing two sweatshirts and yoga pants and sitting with her Mom. I was still at a loss as to why Jenna Monroe invited me at all – Jenna was all legs and brown ponytails and glitter pens – the total opposite of my pudge and pencils. We’d been friends once, when we were still pooping ourselves and learning not to eat said poop, but judging by the way Jenna’s mom waved to me when I first came, I got the impression Jenna had no hand in inviting me at all.
    Anyway, there I was, waist-deep in an element that sure as hell wasn’t mine. Girls were giggling, splashing water on each others’ boobs, and boys were around! Staring at the girls! Well, all the girls except me and Jenna’s mom. Will was there, so I hid behind the soda cans on the picnic table and tried to look like I wasn’t there. Being almost two hundred pounds is sort of counter-productive to invisibility, though. Everyone saw me. Even Will. It was like, two seconds of eye contact, and then he looked away. And I thought I was done for! Because, you know, when people look at you and you’re fat you think you’re done for.”
    I look up, and I can see the faintest glaze coming over Mernich’s eyes. She’s skinnier than a beanpole. Probably has been her whole life. She has no idea what I’m talking about. No amount of college can teach her that. I laugh.
    “You know what? Screw it. Just…I’ll just talk about the part you really wanna know. It’s what everyone wants to know. They don’t care about the how or the whys, just when and where and how quickly they can say ‘awww, I’m sorry’ or try to fix it.”
    “That’s – that’s not what I meant at all, Isis –”
    “No, you know what? It’s fine. It’s probably better this way. This way I don’t have to drag out my entire sordid history for you to pore over! Saves you time! I’m sure you’re a busy lady with a lot of crazy people to talk to and I’m, frankly, a total purveyor of common sense and not-time wasting, so. So you know what? Yeah. The day it happened it was raining. I was at his house. The frogs were outside and croaking because he lived near a marsh. That’s what Florida is. Marshes. Marshes and assholes. His mom had made us popcorn. My hands were oily. His hands were oily. We’d been secretly going out for two months but he wouldn’t let me tell anyone and when I tried to talk to him at school he ignored me, laughed at me and told me to buzz off. But then he’d apologize. When we were alone he was nice. Nicer. Marginally. I was fourteen. Fourteen, okay? I was fourteen and I thought I was in love and I would have done anything to keep him from leaving me –”
    Bile rises in my throat, but I swallow it back and clench my fists on the armrests.
    “Do you know what it’s like? Never wanting to lose another someone? Everyone else leaves. Mom and Dad left. I didn’t want him to leave. If he left, I would’ve lost it. He was the only normal thing in my life. He made me feel…when he smiled at me, he made me feel pretty. Do you know what that’s like, either? Being fat, being huge and gross and feeling huge and gross and then finding someone who makes you feel pretty? Do you know what you’d do to keep that person? You’d do anything. Anything in this world short of killing yourself.”
    Mernich’s eyes are softer, now. But I don’t trust them anymore. This is what she wanted. She’s getting it. Her pen is scrabbling madly across the paper even as she opens her mouth to speak.
    “I’m sorry, Isis. I didn’t mean to seem callous. But this is good. You, saying these things aloud, even if you hate me for bringing them out…it’s good. It’s helping.”
    “Sure. Whatever.”
    I’m shaking. My body trembles with a rage I can’t express. It’s not all anger at Mernich’s vapid, voracious curiosity, though. I’m not all mad at her. The anger is directed at someone else, too. Nameless. Myself. Mom and Dad.
    Mernich pushes back in the chair. “We’ll stop here.”
    She gets up and doubles around her desk, pulling out a familiar yellow slip.
    “What are you doing?” I demand.
    “Writing you a discharge.”
    “Not gonna grill me more? Not gonna ask me to come right out and say it? You were the one who said I needed to confront it, not run away.”
    “This isn’t running away,” she says calmly, and rips the paper off and hands it to me. “I’ve been doing this for fifteen years, Isis. Some people need me – a total stranger – to listen. However, some people are only further injured when a total stranger listens. As a doctor, and with you as my patient, I can’t ascribe you continue speaking to me on this matter with a good conscious. I’m not the one who should hear it. Someone else – your mother, your father, maybe Kayla, or Sophia, or perhaps someone you haven’t met yet – one of them will make you feel safe enough to say it. One of them will be the one you decide to tell. It’s up to you.”
    I stand, and grab the paper warily, like it’s a trap. But Mernich just smiles.
    “Would you like your diagnosis?”
    “I’m crazy.”
    “Not at all. Do you know what disassociation is?”
    “Something crazy people have.”
    Mernich’s smile turns patient. “It’s what occurs when a person goes through a traumatic experience. It’s a…think of it like a coping mechanism for the brain. Say someone throws a snowball, and it’s going to hit your eye. Your eyelids react much faster than the snowball flies to protect the cornea. Disassociation is like an eyelid for the brain. A traumatic event can cause the brain to disassociate the event. Sometimes this manifests as a simple case of shock that quickly wears off. Other times, we see intense reactions, such as withdrawal, PTSD, and in your case -”
    She looks up, and I dread the next words to fall from her mouth.
    “ – amnesia.”
    “What?” I scowl. “I don’t –”
    “You have periods of painful black outs when you try to recall a certain person in your life. Your brain has identified this person as the source of overstimulation, and perhaps pain. You have what’s called lacunar amnesia – it’s a very centralized and rare thing.”
    “So I’ve lost my brain? Part of my memories? I’ve totally forgotten them?”
    “You haven’t really forgotten – the brain never truly forgets. I believe in your case, the memories are still there, but buried beneath layers. It might take months to get them back. But you may also never get them back at all.”
    “Who…which person was it? The one I forgot?”
    “Think back. What have your friends told you? Have they been acting strangely towards you, concerning a certain person?”
    It filters in slowly – weeks of Kayla’s weird looks, of Wren’s concerned sighs, and Sophia, shaking her head and saying it’s sad. And then Jack’s fractured expression when I first woke up and said I didn’t know him. I stare, wide-eyed, at Mernich’s passive face.
    “Jack. That Jack guy. Everything they say about him – doesn’t make sense. But why do I have this lactose amnesia thing? I mean, my head was bad, but – ”
    “You suffered significant head trauma. I believe the lacunar amnesia is a combination of that and your own disassociation of the traumatic event of fighting off your mother’s attacker.”
    “Did Jack – how do I know him?”
    “You’d be better off asking Sophia that question, I believe. But you’re leaving the hospital with that discharge slip right away, aren’t you? You were quite eager to go.”
    I look at the crumpled yellow note in my hand and close my fist around it.
    “It can wait.”
    Mernich smiles at me.
    “Yes. Yes it can.”
    Sara Wolf is the author of ARRANGED, a college-aged romance series centered on an arranged marriage. She’s currently working on her next New Adult romance series. She’s addicted to the Vampire Diaries, loves chocolate and romantic angst, and can’t get enough of damaged heroes.
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    Tour Stop + Giveaway: Savage Delight by Sara Wolf

    Savage Delight
    Lovely Vicious 2
    Sara Wolf
    February 10, 2014
    YA – Contemporary
    Light meets dark. Secrets meet truth.
    It’s been three years, twenty-five weeks, and five days since Isis Blake fell in love, and if she has it her way, it’ll stretch into infinity.
    After a run-in with her mom’s ex-boyfriend, she scrabbles to remember what she’s lost to amnesia. Her ex-nemesis Jack falls deeper into a pit of despair, and his girlfriend Sophia does all she can to keep him to herself. But as Isis’ memories return, she finds it harder and harder to resist what she felt for Jack, and Jack finds it impossible to stay away from the only girl who’s ever melted the ice around his heart.
    As the dark secrets surrounding Sophia emerge, Isis realizes Jack isn’t who she thought he was. He’s dangerous. But when Isis starts receiving terrifying emails from an anonymous source, that danger might be the only thing protecting her from something far more threatening.
    Her past.
    ***This book contains language and sexual scenes, some of which may be unsuitable for younger readers.
    ***This is the second book in the Lovely Vicious series.

    Lovely Vicious ended with such a cliffie I am most anxious to read book 2! I hope Savage Delight is just as smart-ass as the first one.

    Annnd we got another winner here, folks! I did nothing but laugh over Sarah Wolf’s LOVELY VICIOUS. This is a contemporary YA novel that’s snarky, ballsy and wickedly funny with a dash of serious “adult” themes like escorting, domestic abuse to provide contrast. Isis Blake and Jack Hunter will have you rolling with laughter in the first chapter and I seriously wish someone turns this into a movie. So if you’d rather giggle than weep, get a copy of LOVELY VICIOUS, it’s worth adding to your already extensive library. – full review here

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    Dr. Mernich is the kind of woman who forgets to brush her hair but somehow makes the crazed lunatic look work for her, which is weird, because she works with crazies. Not that crazies are bad. I’ve met a few and am probably one of them. I just don’t know it. Or I do. But I refuse to let it get in the way of my fabulousness hard enough to require a shrink. Mernich is my way out of this place, in any case. She’s the one who’s keeping me here until she’s satisfied I’m alright in the head. Which is dumb, because mentally I am a diamond fortress of impenetrable logic and sexiness.
    Dr. Mernich clears her throat. “Isis, you’re –”
    “I will someday not think aloud, and that will be a sad day for humanity. Also, quieter.”
    “How are you feeling today?”
    “Parts of me are feeling lots of things! For instance, my intestines are feeling lots of things! That means I need to poop. Sometime in the next hour. In addition to this riveting prospect, I’m worried about my mom so if you could just write me a note so I can get out of here that’d be great.”
    “What have we said about avoiding the subject with flippant jokes?”
    I squirm. “Uh, it’s vaguely negative. I think.”
    “And why is it vaguely negative?” She asks patiently and scribbles some more.
    “Because I don’t confront anything, I just run away from it,” I recite.
    “That’s right.”
    “But to be clear I run away from it like a Baywatch babe, not a fat, sweaty kid in gym class. I mean, I am still fat as heckie but it’s an alluring sort of fat, you feel me?”
    “Isis, do you really think you’re fat?”
    “Duh. And unlovable. But you already know that.”
    Her eyes spark. Of course she already knows that, she’s spent two weeks with me, talking about my life. I’d stalled around her with jokes for a good week until I realized she was the one who gives the go-ahead to let me out. And then I had to start actually cooperating with an adult. Ugh.
    “You already know everything about me, right?” I tilt my head. “So c’mon. Why don’t you just let me out of this – pardon my French – absolute shithole?”
    She adjusts her glasses. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. I’m certain there are still some things we need to work on. You’re close, but not quite there.”
    Even this shrink is obvious. Her self-satisfied little smile as she says that gives it all away. The trophies and awards lining her stuffy walls give it away.
    “You like it. Knowing things about people. It makes you feel powerful.”
    Dr. Mernich looks up from her scribbling, the faintest whiff of startled hanging around her.
    “Excuse me?”
    “You. Like. The. Ego. Trip. Shrinking. Gives. You,” I say slowly. “I understand. I see things about people and I just love knowing I know. It’s weird. It’s stupid. But mostly it’s fun and it makes me feel superior. Maybe I’ll turn it into a way to make money someday, too. I gotta think about that kind of stuff, you know, with college and everything a few months away.”
    Mernich is completely frozen for point four seconds, and then she starts scribbling madly. She does that when I say something super interesting that she can dissect. So she scribbles a lot. Because I am, objectively, an insanely interesting person. I better be! I work hard to be interesting, dammit!
    “Anyway what was I saying?” I scratch my chin. “Right, I feel really cooped up and sort of tired of hospitals. Also I feel bad for Sophia. Did you know she has no parents? And her grandma died? How sucky is all that death? Majorly sucktastic.”
    Mernich nods. “I’m her psychologist as well. She’s quite the strong girl, if a little tragic.”
    “Wow. That’s sort of condescending? I said I feel bad for her but you went straight to giving her labels like tragic? Wow. That’s interesting. Wow.”
    I can see Mernich start a glare behind her glasses, but she quickly cuts it off and resumes her usual passive face. Oh, she’s good. But not better than me. Not better than Jack.
    I pause, my swinging legs stopping under the chair. Jack? Where did that come from? How would I know Jack is any good? I haven’t been around him for more than thirty seconds that first time when I woke up and he yelled at me.
    “What about Jack, Isis?”
    “Uh, I don’t know. It just…it just popped into my head. Which is weird. I mean, most things that pop into my head are really weird, like that one time when I thought about Shrek in Victoria’s Secret underwear, but I think this actually beats Shrek’s Secret.”
    Mernich leans back. “What do you remember before the incident, Isis?”
    “I was applying to colleges. Boring.”
    “And before that?”
    “I…I was at school. And I – I yelled. At someone. I don’t remember who. Kayla, maybe. Maybe Wren? Yeah, I think Wren.”
    “What did you yell about?”
    My palm suddenly stings, and I remember the sudden feeling of slapping someone.
    “I slapped someone. I yelled and I slapped them. Wren must’ve done something stupid, I don’t know.”
    “And before that? Do you remember any major events?”
    “There was a party. A big one. Avery’s house. Halloween – I dressed up as Batgirl.”
    “Did Kayla go?”
    “Yeah, she was a mermaid. Her and her boyfriend – ugh, what’s his name? I don’t remember his name, but I know I slightly despised him.”
    “Despise is an awfully strong feeling.”
    “Yes well being alive is an awfully strong feeling.”
    “Isis –”
    “I didn’t like him. Or, something about him rubbed me the wrong way. I don’t know.”
    “And can you recall what happened at the party?”
    My head suddenly gives a massive throb, my spine tingling with pain. I squeeze my eyes shut and rub them.
    “Isis? What can you remember?”
    Leo’s face comes back, leering at me from the doorway. Panic wells up in my throat. I’m not going to be able to save Mom.
    “I – I don’t know! Stuff!”
    “Try to remember specifics. Did you drink anything? Did you dance? Who was wearing what costume?”
    “Wren was…he was a green guy. Link! Link from Zelda. And I drank…coke. I think. With rum. Don’t tell my Mom that. We joke about me drinking but she doesn’t really know I drink. And I danced and there was someone –”
    He’s going to hurt her. He’s hurt someone before. He hurt Sophia. Sophia? No, that’s not right. Leo doesn’t know her. Who, then, has hurt Sophia? A baseball bat. Avery came at me with a baseball bat, and someone grabbed it. I can see their broad, spidery hand wrapped around it, wrenching it from her, their low voice saying something with an amused tone to a startled, frozen Avery –
    The pain ricochets through my head like a tennis ball on fire.
    “Fuck!” I grab my forehead and put it between my knees.
    “Take deep breaths, Isis,” Mernich says softly. “You’re doing well, but don’t give up now. What else happened there?”
    A bed. A soft bed, someone’s soft lips, someone whispering my name –
    The pain splinters, blossoming in my brain like a demented, evil flower. I can’t see anything – the world goes black and my ears ring.
    That’s what you get for trusting someone.
    Ugly.
    Maybe I’ll love you. If you hold still.
    Mernich says something but I can’t hear her. It hurts. It hurts and I want it all to stop.
    You got guts. I like that.  
    Have fucking fun trusting nobody for the rest of your life!
    I don’t go out with ugly girls.
    Ugly.
    Ugly.  
    “Isis! Look at me!”
    I look up. Mernich’s face is pale.  
    “It’s okay. You don’t have to push yourself anymore. I’m sorry. Just breathe. In, and out. There you go. Slowly. Sit up.”
    When I lean back into the chair, I realize my hands are shaking. My whole body is trembling, like a thread in the breeze.
    “Why?” I murmur. “Why can’t I remember what happened?”
    She pulls her clipboard out again and clicks her pen. “Well, to find that out, we need to go to the beginning.”
    “You mean like, biblical genesis? Because I have three rules for a happy, fulfilling life, and never time travelling ever is one of them. Because, you know. Dinosaurs kill things. And the black plague. And let’s face it – with my supreme amounts of unnatural charm, I’d be burned as a witch.”
    She chuckles. “No. Not that far. I just want you to tell me your story. The real one. The one about Will.”
    I flinch, my skin crawling at the sound of his name.
    “Pulling my own tongue out and setting it on fire would be preferable to talking about that guy.”
    “I know. But I think it’s time to stop running. I think you know that, too.”
    I hate her. I hate her so much. She’s the reason I can’t leave. I’m racking up more and more pricey bills the longer I stay here. She’s the reason Mom worries. But I can tell she really wants to know about Nameless. If I tell her the story, maybe she’ll let me go. Nothing else has worked so far. It’s worth a shot, even if that shot will pierce through my guts and leave them to bleed all over the floor.
    “From the beginning?” I ask softly.
    “From the beginning.” She nods.
    I inhale, and let it out as a long sigh. Somewhere outside a bird chirps. I want its freedom more than anything.
    “When I was in fifth grade, I developed a crush on a boy. This was my first mistake. He wasn’t a particularly attractive boy, he was sort of quiet and spit sometimes, but he had pretty, dark, silky hair. The female teachers complimented him on it. I wrote him a love note that said ‘I like your hair’ and he wiped his nose on it and gave it back to me at recess. I should’ve seen the warning signs in the mucus. But I was smitten. He’d paid attention to me! Me – the fat roly poly girl with frizzy hair and a constant cloud of B.O. surrounding her! He actually didn’t snub me, or push me in the mud, or call me a fat whale, he just wiped his nose on my declaration of love and gave it back to me. It was the most promising social signal I’d received in my short ten years of life on the planet Earth.
    Thus began my descent into utter madness.
    I did anything short of committing crimes to get his attention. Also, I committed actual crimes. Like riding my bike on the freeway shoulder lane to get to his house and stare at him through his window while he played video games. But then I found out it was illegal! You can’t ride your bike on the freeway at all! So I started taking the bus to look at him through his window while he played videogames.
    Anyway, so there I was, in the prime of my life, and by prime I mean not prime at all. Mom and Dad were going through the divorce, which involved a lot of shouting and money and guilt, so Aunt Beth offered her home for a few months so I wouldn’t have to switch schools, which turned into nearly five years, but Aunt Beth was totally cool about it. We had grilled cheese almost every night and she let me watch R-rated movies. So basically I’d died and gone to heaven and neither of my parents gave a diddly-damn except Mom who sometimes got guilty and sent me lots of exceptional socks. I love her, but really, socks?
    So while my loveable gene donors were off debating who owned what vase for sixty months, I grew up in the loudest ways possible. Well, I wasn’t exactly loud back then, I was more an indoor-mouse-whisper kind of gal, but you get my drift. There were fights. One time, a girl tried to run me over with her scooter! Do you remember scooters? I remember scooters. My shinbone remembers scooters. One time that girl even gave me a frog! Because she was so nice! I found it in my locker! Actually I had tons of friends and by tons I mean everyone in the library who squeezed around my bulk to reach their books.”
    “And what were you doing in the library?”
    “Hiding. I read a lot of Jane Austen and cried. It was a formative experience.”
    Mernich nods, motioning for me to continue. She’s doing it. She’s making me bring out the big guns. I sigh.
    “Alright. No more pussyfooting around it. I met…Nameless…I can still call him that, right?”
    “If you must.”
    I take a deep breath.
    “After stalking him for most of middle school, the first time I exchanged words with Nameless was at Jenna Monroe’s beach party in seventh grade. The girls were wearing pastel tankinis and swimming. I was wearing two sweatshirts and yoga pants and sitting with her Mom. I was still at a loss as to why Jenna Monroe invited me at all – Jenna was all legs and brown ponytails and glitter pens – the total opposite of my pudge and pencils. We’d been friends once, when we were still pooping ourselves and learning not to eat said poop, but judging by the way Jenna’s mom waved to me when I first came, I got the impression Jenna had no hand in inviting me at all.
    Anyway, there I was, waist-deep in an element that sure as hell wasn’t mine. Girls were giggling, splashing water on each others’ boobs, and boys were around! Staring at the girls! Well, all the girls except me and Jenna’s mom. Will was there, so I hid behind the soda cans on the picnic table and tried to look like I wasn’t there. Being almost two hundred pounds is sort of counter-productive to invisibility, though. Everyone saw me. Even Will. It was like, two seconds of eye contact, and then he looked away. And I thought I was done for! Because, you know, when people look at you and you’re fat you think you’re done for.”
    I look up, and I can see the faintest glaze coming over Mernich’s eyes. She’s skinnier than a beanpole. Probably has been her whole life. She has no idea what I’m talking about. No amount of college can teach her that. I laugh.
    “You know what? Screw it. Just…I’ll just talk about the part you really wanna know. It’s what everyone wants to know. They don’t care about the how or the whys, just when and where and how quickly they can say ‘awww, I’m sorry’ or try to fix it.”
    “That’s – that’s not what I meant at all, Isis –”
    “No, you know what? It’s fine. It’s probably better this way. This way I don’t have to drag out my entire sordid history for you to pore over! Saves you time! I’m sure you’re a busy lady with a lot of crazy people to talk to and I’m, frankly, a total purveyor of common sense and not-time wasting, so. So you know what? Yeah. The day it happened it was raining. I was at his house. The frogs were outside and croaking because he lived near a marsh. That’s what Florida is. Marshes. Marshes and assholes. His mom had made us popcorn. My hands were oily. His hands were oily. We’d been secretly going out for two months but he wouldn’t let me tell anyone and when I tried to talk to him at school he ignored me, laughed at me and told me to buzz off. But then he’d apologize. When we were alone he was nice. Nicer. Marginally. I was fourteen. Fourteen, okay? I was fourteen and I thought I was in love and I would have done anything to keep him from leaving me –”
    Bile rises in my throat, but I swallow it back and clench my fists on the armrests.
    “Do you know what it’s like? Never wanting to lose another someone? Everyone else leaves. Mom and Dad left. I didn’t want him to leave. If he left, I would’ve lost it. He was the only normal thing in my life. He made me feel…when he smiled at me, he made me feel pretty. Do you know what that’s like, either? Being fat, being huge and gross and feeling huge and gross and then finding someone who makes you feel pretty? Do you know what you’d do to keep that person? You’d do anything. Anything in this world short of killing yourself.”
    Mernich’s eyes are softer, now. But I don’t trust them anymore. This is what she wanted. She’s getting it. Her pen is scrabbling madly across the paper even as she opens her mouth to speak.
    “I’m sorry, Isis. I didn’t mean to seem callous. But this is good. You, saying these things aloud, even if you hate me for bringing them out…it’s good. It’s helping.”
    “Sure. Whatever.”
    I’m shaking. My body trembles with a rage I can’t express. It’s not all anger at Mernich’s vapid, voracious curiosity, though. I’m not all mad at her. The anger is directed at someone else, too. Nameless. Myself. Mom and Dad.
    Mernich pushes back in the chair. “We’ll stop here.”
    She gets up and doubles around her desk, pulling out a familiar yellow slip.
    “What are you doing?” I demand.
    “Writing you a discharge.”
    “Not gonna grill me more? Not gonna ask me to come right out and say it? You were the one who said I needed to confront it, not run away.”
    “This isn’t running away,” she says calmly, and rips the paper off and hands it to me. “I’ve been doing this for fifteen years, Isis. Some people need me – a total stranger – to listen. However, some people are only further injured when a total stranger listens. As a doctor, and with you as my patient, I can’t ascribe you continue speaking to me on this matter with a good conscious. I’m not the one who should hear it. Someone else – your mother, your father, maybe Kayla, or Sophia, or perhaps someone you haven’t met yet – one of them will make you feel safe enough to say it. One of them will be the one you decide to tell. It’s up to you.”
    I stand, and grab the paper warily, like it’s a trap. But Mernich just smiles.
    “Would you like your diagnosis?”
    “I’m crazy.”
    “Not at all. Do you know what disassociation is?”
    “Something crazy people have.”
    Mernich’s smile turns patient. “It’s what occurs when a person goes through a traumatic experience. It’s a…think of it like a coping mechanism for the brain. Say someone throws a snowball, and it’s going to hit your eye. Your eyelids react much faster than the snowball flies to protect the cornea. Disassociation is like an eyelid for the brain. A traumatic event can cause the brain to disassociate the event. Sometimes this manifests as a simple case of shock that quickly wears off. Other times, we see intense reactions, such as withdrawal, PTSD, and in your case -”
    She looks up, and I dread the next words to fall from her mouth.
    “ – amnesia.”
    “What?” I scowl. “I don’t –”
    “You have periods of painful black outs when you try to recall a certain person in your life. Your brain has identified this person as the source of overstimulation, and perhaps pain. You have what’s called lacunar amnesia – it’s a very centralized and rare thing.”
    “So I’ve lost my brain? Part of my memories? I’ve totally forgotten them?”
    “You haven’t really forgotten – the brain never truly forgets. I believe in your case, the memories are still there, but buried beneath layers. It might take months to get them back. But you may also never get them back at all.”
    “Who…which person was it? The one I forgot?”
    “Think back. What have your friends told you? Have they been acting strangely towards you, concerning a certain person?”
    It filters in slowly – weeks of Kayla’s weird looks, of Wren’s concerned sighs, and Sophia, shaking her head and saying it’s sad. And then Jack’s fractured expression when I first woke up and said I didn’t know him. I stare, wide-eyed, at Mernich’s passive face.
    “Jack. That Jack guy. Everything they say about him – doesn’t make sense. But why do I have this lactose amnesia thing? I mean, my head was bad, but – ”
    “You suffered significant head trauma. I believe the lacunar amnesia is a combination of that and your own disassociation of the traumatic event of fighting off your mother’s attacker.”
    “Did Jack – how do I know him?”
    “You’d be better off asking Sophia that question, I believe. But you’re leaving the hospital with that discharge slip right away, aren’t you? You were quite eager to go.”
    I look at the crumpled yellow note in my hand and close my fist around it.
    “It can wait.”
    Mernich smiles at me.
    “Yes. Yes it can.”
    Sara Wolf is the author of ARRANGED, a college-aged romance series centered on an arranged marriage. She’s currently working on her next New Adult romance series. She’s addicted to the Vampire Diaries, loves chocolate and romantic angst, and can’t get enough of damaged heroes.
    Stalk Sara!

    A Shot of YA: Into The Still Blue by Veronica Rossi

    Series: Under The Never Sky 3

    Format: eGalley
    Release Date: January 28, 2014
    Publisher: Harper Collins
    Source: Publisher via Edelweiss
    Genre: YA Dystopian
    Purchase: Amazon | Audible | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo 

    The earth-shattering conclusion to Veronica Rossi’s “masterpiece” Under the Never Sky trilogy and sequel to the New York Times bestselling Through the Ever Night (Examiner.com).

    Their love and their leadership have been tested. Now it’s time for Perry and Aria to unite the Dwellers and the Outsiders in one last desperate attempt to bring balance to their world.

    The race to the Still Blue has reached a stalemate. Aria and Perry are determined to find this last safe-haven from the Aether storms before Sable and Hess do-and they are just as determined to stay together.

    Meanwhile, time is running out to rescue Cinder, who was abducted by Hess and Sable for his unique abilities. And when Roar returns to camp, he is so furious with Perry that he won’t even look at him, and Perry begins to feel like they have already lost.

    Out of options, Perry and Aria assemble a team to mount an impossible rescue mission-because Cinder isn’t just the key to unlocking the Still Blue and their only hope for survival, he’s also their friend. And in a dying world, the bonds between people are what matter most.

    In this final book in her stunning Under the Never Sky trilogy, Veronica Rossi raises the stakes to their absolute limit and brings her epic love story to an unforgettable close.

    A great ending to a fantastic series.

    INTO THE STILL BLUE is the third and final installment to Veronica Rossi’s hit Dystopian series, Under The Never Sky. A story where Dwellers and Outsiders live side by side, the former living in a bubble, safe and sound in their artificially manufactured “world”, protecting them from the harsh elements of the Outside. While the latter, the savage Outsiders, are left to live and survive a number of perilous conditions, making do with their resources and other capabilities to help their tribes and people live on. Both were living separately until their worlds collide, thanks to Aria and Perry, and the discovery of paradise had both worlds grudgingly work together to start anew in Still Blue. It’s been two years since we first met Peregrine and Aria and now it’s time for us to wish them well and say goodbye as they forge a new future INTO THE STILL BLUE.
    Series finales are tricky because once the last word is written, it’s done. The author can no longer “redeem” him/herself through another book (except for Charlaine Harris but that’s another conversation). For a fan, bidding farewell to characters and worlds that have become close to our hearts is hard even if the story ended happily. The least the creators can do is give us a good, solid ending where every conflict is resolved, every question answered, the villain dead or punished and the MC’s redeemed complete with awe inspiring character growth. I’m sure a lot of you have read meh if not bad series ending, at least you can take comfort that INTO THE STILL BLUE won’t be like that (fingers crossed).
    I know it’s relative to the reader but IMO, VRossi did a good job withINTO THE STILL BLUE . She met all those things I mentioned above plus she sort of “promised” that Aria, Perry and the rest of the characters will move on and be OK. Part of me was still hoping for some corny miracle that Liv is still alive. That didn’t happen but at least Sable got what he deserved. That mofo! As for Roar, oh my heart is breaking for him throughout the novel! The man’s heart is full of grief, anger, bitterness and resentment because of Liv but like Perry and Aria, I take comfort in knowing that he will eventually be OK. As for Cinder, suffice to say that the boy is a frickin hero!
    There are some casualties in INTO THE STILL BLUE and maybe some of them are your second, third or fourth favorite character. It’s sad but this story is about war and every battle has martyrs. I didn’t mind it, I think it’s fitting and would actually find it unrealistic if everyone survived. Aside from a few deaths, there are some significant conflicted relationships that has been somewhat resolved or at least on its way there. It doesn’t necessarily fall under the umbrella of a happy ending but it’s still a resolution and a believable one at that. I love how VRossi kept it real and didn’t try to sell and push a Disney fairytale ending.
    Flash review: If you’re a fan of the series, don’t hesitate to read INTO THE STILL BLUE . Again, VRossi did her series and characters justice. I know some of you may not necessarily agree with some things but overall I think you will be satisfied with how the story is wrapped up. It’s not tied with a pretty bow, rather it’s concluded in a raw gritty way, very fitting if you ask me.

    We all have the potential to do horrible thing, Soren, But we also have the potential to overcome our mistakes. – Aria

    A Shot of YA: Into The Still Blue by Veronica Rossi

    Series: Under The Never Sky 3

    Format: eGalley
    Release Date: January 28, 2014
    Publisher: Harper Collins
    Source: Publisher via Edelweiss
    Genre: YA Dystopian
    Purchase: Amazon | Audible | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo 

    The earth-shattering conclusion to Veronica Rossi’s “masterpiece” Under the Never Sky trilogy and sequel to the New York Times bestselling Through the Ever Night (Examiner.com).

    Their love and their leadership have been tested. Now it’s time for Perry and Aria to unite the Dwellers and the Outsiders in one last desperate attempt to bring balance to their world.

    The race to the Still Blue has reached a stalemate. Aria and Perry are determined to find this last safe-haven from the Aether storms before Sable and Hess do-and they are just as determined to stay together.

    Meanwhile, time is running out to rescue Cinder, who was abducted by Hess and Sable for his unique abilities. And when Roar returns to camp, he is so furious with Perry that he won’t even look at him, and Perry begins to feel like they have already lost.

    Out of options, Perry and Aria assemble a team to mount an impossible rescue mission-because Cinder isn’t just the key to unlocking the Still Blue and their only hope for survival, he’s also their friend. And in a dying world, the bonds between people are what matter most.

    In this final book in her stunning Under the Never Sky trilogy, Veronica Rossi raises the stakes to their absolute limit and brings her epic love story to an unforgettable close.

    A great ending to a fantastic series.

    INTO THE STILL BLUE is the third and final installment to Veronica Rossi’s hit Dystopian series, Under The Never Sky. A story where Dwellers and Outsiders live side by side, the former living in a bubble, safe and sound in their artificially manufactured “world”, protecting them from the harsh elements of the Outside. While the latter, the savage Outsiders, are left to live and survive a number of perilous conditions, making do with their resources and other capabilities to help their tribes and people live on. Both were living separately until their worlds collide, thanks to Aria and Perry, and the discovery of paradise had both worlds grudgingly work together to start anew in Still Blue. It’s been two years since we first met Peregrine and Aria and now it’s time for us to wish them well and say goodbye as they forge a new future INTO THE STILL BLUE.
    Series finales are tricky because once the last word is written, it’s done. The author can no longer “redeem” him/herself through another book (except for Charlaine Harris but that’s another conversation). For a fan, bidding farewell to characters and worlds that have become close to our hearts is hard even if the story ended happily. The least the creators can do is give us a good, solid ending where every conflict is resolved, every question answered, the villain dead or punished and the MC’s redeemed complete with awe inspiring character growth. I’m sure a lot of you have read meh if not bad series ending, at least you can take comfort that INTO THE STILL BLUE won’t be like that (fingers crossed).
    I know it’s relative to the reader but IMO, VRossi did a good job withINTO THE STILL BLUE . She met all those things I mentioned above plus she sort of “promised” that Aria, Perry and the rest of the characters will move on and be OK. Part of me was still hoping for some corny miracle that Liv is still alive. That didn’t happen but at least Sable got what he deserved. That mofo! As for Roar, oh my heart is breaking for him throughout the novel! The man’s heart is full of grief, anger, bitterness and resentment because of Liv but like Perry and Aria, I take comfort in knowing that he will eventually be OK. As for Cinder, suffice to say that the boy is a frickin hero!
    There are some casualties in INTO THE STILL BLUE and maybe some of them are your second, third or fourth favorite character. It’s sad but this story is about war and every battle has martyrs. I didn’t mind it, I think it’s fitting and would actually find it unrealistic if everyone survived. Aside from a few deaths, there are some significant conflicted relationships that has been somewhat resolved or at least on its way there. It doesn’t necessarily fall under the umbrella of a happy ending but it’s still a resolution and a believable one at that. I love how VRossi kept it real and didn’t try to sell and push a Disney fairytale ending.
    Flash review: If you’re a fan of the series, don’t hesitate to read INTO THE STILL BLUE . Again, VRossi did her series and characters justice. I know some of you may not necessarily agree with some things but overall I think you will be satisfied with how the story is wrapped up. It’s not tied with a pretty bow, rather it’s concluded in a raw gritty way, very fitting if you ask me.

    We all have the potential to do horrible thing, Soren, But we also have the potential to overcome our mistakes. – Aria

    Like It: See Jane Run by Hannah Jayne

    Series: Stand-alone
    Format: eGalley
    Release Date: January 7, 2013 
    Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
    Source: NetGalley
    Genre: YA – Contemporary Suspense
    Purchase: Amazon | Barnes & NobleKobo 

    I know who you are.

    When Riley first gets the postcard tucked into her bag, she thinks it’s a joke. Then she finds a birth certificate for a girl named Jane Elizabeth O’Leary hidden inside her baby book.

    Riley’s parents have always been pretty overprotective. What if it wasn’t for her safety…but fear of her finding out their secret? What have they been hiding? The more Riley digs for answers, the more questions she has.

    The only way to know the truth? Find out what happened to Jane O’Leary.

    After I read Hannah Jayne’s debut YA thriller Truly, Madly, Deadly last year I became an instant fan. HJayne’s writing voice blew me away and I loved how simple and focused the plot of her debut is and SEE JANE RUN isn’t any different. 
    SEE JANE RUN‘s plot is about false identities and a hidden past that should’ve been left alone. The proverbial can of worms was pried open when Riley Spencer found a birth certificate tucked in her baby album. After much teasing from her best friend, Riley started digging in the mysterious case of Jane Elizabeth O’Leary. Soon after Riley is running for her life after an attempted murder which led to kidnapping that all points to her parent’s history involving human trafficking. 
    SEE JANE RUN‘s focal point is Riley and how she dealt with this life secret that totally turned her life upside down. Even if there are some procedural and criminal elements involved in the story, the details on that were left implied so don’t expect a CSI/SVU like novel. SEE JANE RUN is more on the “victim’s” Riley’s psyche during this time, suspecting everyone is out to get her, running away, doubting her parents and thinking they’re the enemy that sent her on a tailspin. Plus it doesn’t help that she has a crazy obsessed stalker terrorizing her at every turn, following her around, chasing her down the street and leaving notes here and there to taunt her.
    The climax was exciting and terrifying. Being held captive by a madman isn’t good and as the novel is told in Riley’s POV, we know every panicked thought and fear that crossed her mind. It was so easy for me to put myself in her shoes and I had sweaty palms during the resolution. Riley is a great narrator and a strong and convincing heroine, I only wish the supporting characters were just as strong. 
    To conclude, SEE JANE RUN is a quick read and another good YA suspense from HJayne. I loved how the execution of the plot was kept succinct despite its complex root. Riley Spencer will make you empathize with her and though the villain isn’t as crafty as the one in Truly, Madly, Deadly, he’s just as crazy and just as dangerous.

    HANNAH’S SECRETS

    I don’t know what it is about being a teenager but something happens between twelve and say, fifteen. All of the sudden your simple life is thrown into massive confusion, secret missions, and bizarre campaigns. It’s like you’ve been dropped into some James Bond movie and your job is to keep every secret ever.


    That being said, I kept a lot of secrets as a teenager. Some were benign: my actual weight, the fact that Sara really did get perms to get her “signature” curls, the knowledge that Kevin and JC made out in the closet at that one party in October. And some that weren’t the kind of secrets I should have kept—like that that Pam kept vodka in the water bottle she sipped from at school, that Jess’s boyfriend thought she was eighteen (because he was twenty-nine), that my boyfriend was so jealous he called me every hour and freaked if I didn’t immediately answer.

    The small secrets—weights, perms, crushes, whose kissing who—were silly and fun and a part of high school and being a teenager. Those are the cool spy secrets, the ones you tell late at night and pinkie swear never to repeat—“Omigod! They made out in the car in front of my house?! Those are the ones you’ll remember for twenty years and taunt your old high school friends with later—“Hey, remember when you swore that you and BJ were going to get married?!”

    The other ones—the secrets that make you feel weird or anxious or scared—you’ll remember for twenty years, too but not for the same reasons. Those are the ones you’ll keep remembering and keep thinking, “I should have told someone,” or “I could have done something.” Those are the ones that if you did tell, or at least refuse to keep, can take you from super spy to super hero even if it means betraying a trust. Sometimes a secret isn’t meant to be kept. Sometimes that plaintive whisper in your ear could be someone screaming for help. Except for the one about my actual weight. That one I’m taking to the grave.


    Hannah is the author of the UNDERWORLD DETECTION AGENCY CHRONICLES from Kensington books and the upcoming young adult thrillers TRULY, MADLY, DEADLY and SEE JANE RUN available from Sourcebooks, Inc. When she’s not battling the demons of the Underworld or tackling a murderer at Hawthorne High, Jayne kicks her feet up in her San Francisco bay area home and attempts to share couch space with two enormous cats.

    Now that you’re here, kick up your feet and stay awhile…

    Stalk Hannah

    Like It: See Jane Run by Hannah Jayne

    Series: Stand-alone
    Format: eGalley
    Release Date: January 7, 2013 
    Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
    Source: NetGalley
    Genre: YA – Contemporary Suspense
    Purchase: Amazon | Barnes & NobleKobo 

    I know who you are.

    When Riley first gets the postcard tucked into her bag, she thinks it’s a joke. Then she finds a birth certificate for a girl named Jane Elizabeth O’Leary hidden inside her baby book.

    Riley’s parents have always been pretty overprotective. What if it wasn’t for her safety…but fear of her finding out their secret? What have they been hiding? The more Riley digs for answers, the more questions she has.

    The only way to know the truth? Find out what happened to Jane O’Leary.

    After I read Hannah Jayne’s debut YA thriller Truly, Madly, Deadly last year I became an instant fan. HJayne’s writing voice blew me away and I loved how simple and focused the plot of her debut is and SEE JANE RUN isn’t any different. 
    SEE JANE RUN‘s plot is about false identities and a hidden past that should’ve been left alone. The proverbial can of worms was pried open when Riley Spencer found a birth certificate tucked in her baby album. After much teasing from her best friend, Riley started digging in the mysterious case of Jane Elizabeth O’Leary. Soon after Riley is running for her life after an attempted murder which led to kidnapping that all points to her parent’s history involving human trafficking. 
    SEE JANE RUN‘s focal point is Riley and how she dealt with this life secret that totally turned her life upside down. Even if there are some procedural and criminal elements involved in the story, the details on that were left implied so don’t expect a CSI/SVU like novel. SEE JANE RUN is more on the “victim’s” Riley’s psyche during this time, suspecting everyone is out to get her, running away, doubting her parents and thinking they’re the enemy that sent her on a tailspin. Plus it doesn’t help that she has a crazy obsessed stalker terrorizing her at every turn, following her around, chasing her down the street and leaving notes here and there to taunt her.
    The climax was exciting and terrifying. Being held captive by a madman isn’t good and as the novel is told in Riley’s POV, we know every panicked thought and fear that crossed her mind. It was so easy for me to put myself in her shoes and I had sweaty palms during the resolution. Riley is a great narrator and a strong and convincing heroine, I only wish the supporting characters were just as strong. 
    To conclude, SEE JANE RUN is a quick read and another good YA suspense from HJayne. I loved how the execution of the plot was kept succinct despite its complex root. Riley Spencer will make you empathize with her and though the villain isn’t as crafty as the one in Truly, Madly, Deadly, he’s just as crazy and just as dangerous.

    HANNAH’S SECRETS

    I don’t know what it is about being a teenager but something happens between twelve and say, fifteen. All of the sudden your simple life is thrown into massive confusion, secret missions, and bizarre campaigns. It’s like you’ve been dropped into some James Bond movie and your job is to keep every secret ever.


    That being said, I kept a lot of secrets as a teenager. Some were benign: my actual weight, the fact that Sara really did get perms to get her “signature” curls, the knowledge that Kevin and JC made out in the closet at that one party in October. And some that weren’t the kind of secrets I should have kept—like that that Pam kept vodka in the water bottle she sipped from at school, that Jess’s boyfriend thought she was eighteen (because he was twenty-nine), that my boyfriend was so jealous he called me every hour and freaked if I didn’t immediately answer.

    The small secrets—weights, perms, crushes, whose kissing who—were silly and fun and a part of high school and being a teenager. Those are the cool spy secrets, the ones you tell late at night and pinkie swear never to repeat—“Omigod! They made out in the car in front of my house?! Those are the ones you’ll remember for twenty years and taunt your old high school friends with later—“Hey, remember when you swore that you and BJ were going to get married?!”

    The other ones—the secrets that make you feel weird or anxious or scared—you’ll remember for twenty years, too but not for the same reasons. Those are the ones you’ll keep remembering and keep thinking, “I should have told someone,” or “I could have done something.” Those are the ones that if you did tell, or at least refuse to keep, can take you from super spy to super hero even if it means betraying a trust. Sometimes a secret isn’t meant to be kept. Sometimes that plaintive whisper in your ear could be someone screaming for help. Except for the one about my actual weight. That one I’m taking to the grave.


    Hannah is the author of the UNDERWORLD DETECTION AGENCY CHRONICLES from Kensington books and the upcoming young adult thrillers TRULY, MADLY, DEADLY and SEE JANE RUN available from Sourcebooks, Inc. When she’s not battling the demons of the Underworld or tackling a murderer at Hawthorne High, Jayne kicks her feet up in her San Francisco bay area home and attempts to share couch space with two enormous cats.

    Now that you’re here, kick up your feet and stay awhile…

    Stalk Hannah