Thursday, February 25, 2016

Blood Passage Blog Tour and Review

Blood Passage (Dark Caravan Cycle #2)
Blog Tour February 22 – 26 & February 29 – March 4

Dark Caravan Cycle #2
Author: Heather Demetrios
Release Date: March 1, 2016
Publisher: Balzer+Bray (HarperCollins)
A jinni who's lost everything.

A master with nothing to lose.

A revolutionary with everything to gain.

When Nalia arrives in Morocco to fulfil Malek's third and final wish she's not expecting it to be easy. Though Nalia is free from the shackles that once bound her to Malek as his slave, she's in more danger than ever before.

Meanwhile, Malek's past returns with a vengeance as he confronts the darkness within himself, and Raif must decide what's more important: his love for Nalia, or his devotion to the cause of Arjinnan freedom.

Set upon by powerful forces that threaten to break her, Nalia encounters unexpected allies and discovers that her survival depends on the very things she thought made her weak. From the souks of Marrakech to the dunes of the Sahara, The Arabian Nights come to life in this dazzling second installment of the Dark Passage Cycle.



Tour Schedule
February 22 Such A Novel Idea REVIEW
February 23 
A Dream Within A Dream 10’s LIST
City of Books REVIEW
February 24 
The Cover Contessa EXCERPT
February 25 
Adventures of A Book Junkie INTERVIEW
Wholly-Books REVIEW
February 26 
Bookaholics Anonymous REVIEW

February 29 
Swoony Boys Podcast REVIEW
March 1 
Gone With The Words 10 RANDOM THINGS
What Sarah Read REVIEW
March 2 
Zach’s YA Reviews REVIEW
March 3 
Curling Up WIth A Good Book REVIEW
Wishful Endings REVIEW
March 4 
Bookfever REVIEW

When she’s not traipsing around the world or spending time in imaginary places, Heather Demetrios lives with her husband in New York City. Originally from Los Angeles, she now calls the East Coast home. Heather has an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults from Vermont College of Fine Arts and is a recipient of the PEN New England Susan P. Bloom Discovery Award for her debut novel, Something Real. Her other novels include Exquisite Captive, the first in the Dark Caravan Cycle fantasy series, and I’ll Meet You There. She is the founder of Live Your What, an organization dedicated to fostering passion in people of all ages and creating writing opportunities for underserved youth. Find out more about Heather and her books and, or come hang out with her on Twitter (@HDemetrios) and any number of social media sites.

            With an ending such as the one we received in Exquisite Captive, it’s hard NOT to want the next book in the series so you can immediately start reading it! At least that’s how I felt after finishing the first book in The Dark Caravan Series by Heather Demetrios!
            Blood Passage picks up right where we left off in the previous book, including all the tension and animosity in the group when Malek used his third wish and Nalia is forced to grant it, while ALSO trying to fulfill her promise to Raif to bring him to the ring.  I had a hard time reading this section of the book because (sadly) I was absolutely in love with Malek despite all the terrible things he did to Nalia.  I think under all the dark bits of Malek there was a really great guy hiding out and I think my favorite part in Blood Passage was getting to see both sides of Malek.  I actually felt bad for him on more than one occasion when he is forced to watch Raif and Nalia interact with one another, because you could tell how much it was tormenting Malek to witness it.  Try as he might to act hostile towards the two of them and indifferent to Nalia, he still had hurt feelings and was torn up inside about losing her.
            Gripes: Although I was really excited to start reading this book I do think the beginning was a little anticlimactic for me. The end of the previous book finished with such a cliffhanger that I wanted to go straight to them arriving at the ring in book 2.  Unfortunately it took some time before things got really heated, but once it did I was no longer bored with the book.
            Favorite Bits: As a big fan of Malek I loved getting to see some of his family and see how he responded in that social situation, especially because it drudged up some old wounds.  Nalia gets to see this side of Malek that she didn’t witness prior to their trip, because it was something he tried to keep hidden from her.  I also liked the big reveal and finding out what Malek considered to be “that which he holds closest to his heart” and what he was willing to sacrifice for immortality years ago when Nalia granted him that wish.  One of my other favorite parts of Blood Passage was the actual hunt itself.  The best way I can describe it is Arabian Nights meets National Treasure (the movie with Ben Gates) and it is SO GOOD. I couldn’t put Blood Passage down once I got to this section of the book!
            Going into this I wasn’t positive whether The Dark Caravan Cycle was going to be two books or more, but I am so glad it is continuing.  I don’t think there would have been enough closure had Demetrios ended with Blood Passage and there’s still a lot of work to be done on Nalia’s part.  It’s probably a good thing that I won’t be able to read the next book for a while (although I’ll still be counting down the days till its release in the meantime) because the ending of Blood Passage tore me up quite a bit! I can’t wait to hear of everyone’s reactions once they finish it!
            What do you think? Have you read this book yet or started this series? I think Wrath and the Dawn fans will really love this one!


Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Finding the Cure Blog Tour

Ellie Abela’s life has been anything but easy. Tragedy follows her where ever she goes, and she’s been a lot of places. At twenty she’s lived in over ten different states, all because of her dad’s career in medical research. His career is just another list of the causes of tragedies in El’s life. He’s dying, and with every breath he takes closer to Heaven, Ellie dies a little bit inside too.
At twelve she lost her mom in a drunk driving accident, and in a matter of months she fears she’ll lose the last person she has in the world to cancer.
While Ellie’s life has been rife with sadness, Trent Wentworth’s has been a challenge. A drug-addicted mom and a dead-beat dad meant at twenty three he was the adoptive father of his two year old sister. Now at twenty five he’s working his way up the corporate ladder and a struggling single parent.
Each is searching for a cure to the things in their lives dragging them down.
Not all cures are black and white; not all cures save us–and sometimes saving isn’t what we need. Sometimes we just need to realize how lucky we are to be alive, at least for this moment.

I wrapped my fingers around the steering wheel, and it squeaked with the pressure as my knuckles turned white. The sound echoed through the car as my grip continued to tighten. I used to wonder if it was harder to know you're going to die, or just dying without the ability to say goodbye. The tears began to stream down my face as I sped down the highway. The guardrails were just silver blurs as I hammered the gas.
I shouldn't have wondered it. My life was cruel punishment for the thought. The question should've been what's harder, never getting to say goodbye or knowing that every breath could be goodbye?
My chin trembled as my eyes fell to the speedometer.
I was going too fast.
The highway was too straight; a never ending path in front of me that I wanted to drive on until I fell off the edge of the Earth.
I already had, hadn't I?
My eyes lashes fluttered, the drops of tears weighing them down.
Never getting to say goodbye.
I knew that evil. God, did I know that evil. The look on Dad's face as the phone slipped from his hands, the words forming at his lips never reaching my ears.
I read them.
I knew them.
The shock hit my body, and I desperately wanted to feel something--anything besides the rolling waves of pain. That numbness weighted down my limbs as the physical ache coursed through my veins. The anger and pain crushed down on me until my chest was so tight I couldn't breath. Then I had Dad-- he was always there, despite his own pain. His warmth overtook the shocking cold of loss. He broke the edges that hardened on my soul.
Knowing that every breath could be goodbye.
That was now.
I lifted my foot off the gas, letting the car slow until I pulled over and stopped. My head dipped between my shoulders as my chest heaved with a sob. I let my hands drop to my lap, red lines marking them where my skin had met too tightly with itself. The tears puddled in my palms.
I knew he was going to die. There was nothing that could stop it. I had to watch it. The pillar of strength when Mom died was withering into nothing in front of my eyes. The numbness that hit me when Mom died was a constant part of my life; it never left. I had just gotten better at hiding it. The chains around what was left of my heart tightened with each passing day. Each day meant there was one less breath. Who would save me now?
My eyes rose to the black sky above me.
There was no cure for Dad.
There was no cure for me.
I walked over to the door leading to his room and pushed it open. I wanted a distraction. I didn't want to think about it. I heard Trent follow me, and I walked over to the guitars hung on the wall. I ran my fingers over the strings. I knew Trent was leaning against the door frame, watching me carefully.
"My dad used to play drums before he got sick," I explained. "I used to want to learn how to play guitar...then we could have our own band."
Trent walked forward, going to sit on his bed, and I turned to face him.
"He's a scientist. He's been trying to find the cure for different types of cancer for as long as I can remember...and I don't mean little labs somewhere. Government labs...and all those tests...and chemicals--and whatever the fuck," I replied, stopping as my body trembled. "He was handling--that's what gave him it...the cancer. He was trying to find a cure," my neck pushed forward as I fought back the tears. "And he...he basically killed himself."
"There's no cure?" Trent whispered.
I looked at the ceiling, dimly lit by the bedside lamp. "If there was, he would've found it."
Trent stood and his face came into my vision as he looked down at me. He ran his hand up my back until it reached my head, tipping it back to a normal position. He put his forehead against mine, his hand cupping my cheek as his other stayed on my lower back.
"Not all cures are black and white--not all cures save us," Trent whispered, and I felt my eyelashes heavy with tears.
"I'm dying too--every time I look at him and know that every breath he takes is closer to his last one." I didn't bother wiping away the silent tears now making their way down my face.
"It's always been that way, El. We're all going to die someday," He crushed his eyes shut, shaking his head. "That sounded harsh. I didn't--"
"You're right."
He opened his eyes, his chest rising with the deep inhale he took. "I do get it. I used to come home and wonder if I was going to find my mom dead." His eyes drifted before coming back to mine. "But every time I didn't--every time I came home and she was fine--I was thankful for it, even more so if she was straight."
I laid my head on his chest, and his hands stayed on my lower back, his own head lowering into the crook of my shoulder. We stayed like that for a moment as my heart beat evened out, my eyes drifted to his bed and the rate picked up again. My chest tightened as I stared at the neat brown and tan checkered comforter, and then my eyes drifted to the time.
1:30 PM.
My eyes suddenly felt heavy, and my mouth formed a yawn.
Trent looked down at me, and his own eyes were heavy. "Tired?" he asked.
"Yeah, and I don't feel like driving home." I ignored the whooshing of blood through my ears as my face heated.
"I can take the couch," Trent explained as he pulled away and pointed his thumb over his shoulder before going to his dresser and pulling out a pair of pajama bottoms and a plain black tee. "They might be big, but it should be more comfortable for you."
I took them from him, my hand touching his and causing tingles to run up my spine. "You know, I don't mind if...if you don't take the couch."
Trent's eyebrow twitched as he looked at me, and I laughed.
"Come on, we're both adults, and I'm sure you can keep your hands off of me if I'm hidden under all this," I replied, holding up the clothing that undoubtedly would be baggy on me.
"Are you sure?" he asked, pulling his own pair of pajama pants out of the drawer.
"Positive, now turn the other way so I can get undressed," I ordered, using my pointer finger to signal a circle.
He put his hands up. "Of course, but I think you'll be the one peeking."
I rolled my eyes as I turned, pulling my shirt off and replacing it with his. I paused as I heard the zipper of his pants go down. I pursed my lips as I gazed straight ahead as I unzipped mine and pulled them off. I cursed as I struggled to pull the tight bottom off. "Skinny jeans."
"You okay?" Trent asked, his voice deep with amusement.
"Oh, shut up! If you had to wear jeans this tight you'd understand."
I turned and flopped on his bed, putting my arms behind my head as I stared at his bare back. Between his shoulder blades was another tattoo, this one of a bird flying through the sun.
"You didn't tell me about that one," I commented, and he turned, putting his hands up.
"I didn't know you wanted to know where all of them where," he replied, smirking down at me as my jaw dropped.
There was another tattoo on the cap of his shoulder, this one a Japanese lotus in bright orange and pink. My eyes wondered to his chest, which was covered in a thin layer of hair I hadn't expected. He scratched it, his neck turning red up to his ears.
"Sorry about the hairy chest. I can put a shirt on if it bothers you," he said.
I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest as my eyes wandered again. I shook my head, putting my eyes back where they belonged, on his face. "If you have to put a shirt on it won't be because of your hairy chest."
His eyebrows twitched as he laughed. "You like it then?"
I tapped my hands on my knees as my eyes dropped to his slightly sculpted chest, down to his flat stomach and his hip bones. I lay back, pulling the pillow over my face. "Why couldn't you put on a burlap sack?" I muttered into it.
I felt Trent's body indent the bed next to me, and he lifted up the edge of the pillow, blinking at me.
"What was that?" he asked.
I rolled my eyes smacking him with the pillow before putting it back under my head and turning my back to him. Trent reached over me, flicking off the light switch, and wrapping his arm around me. I snuggled into him and closed my eyes.
Cassandra doesn’t remember a time when she wasn’t writing. In fact, the first time she was published was when she was seven years old and won a contest to be published in an American Girl Doll novel. Since then Cassandra has written more novels than she can count and put just as many in the circular bin. Her personal goal with her writing is to show the reader the character’s stories through their dialogue and actions instead of just telling the reader what is happening. Besides being a writer, Cassandra is a professional photographer known for her automotive, nature and architectural shots. She is happily married to the man of her dreams and they live in the rolling hills of New England with their dogs, Bubski and Kanga.

Cassandra Giovanni is published by Show n’ot Tell Publishing based out of Connecticut, USA

Connect with Cassandra on Facebook, Goodreads and Twitter.  Learn more about her and her novels at her website, and read the first ten chapters of each of her published novels through her Book Catalog.
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Monday, February 1, 2016

Review: Ruin and Rising

Title: Ruin and Rising
Author: Leigh Bardugo
Release Date: June 17th 2014
Publisher: Henry Holt and Co.
Pages: 422 pages
Rating: 5 Cows

Goodreads Description: 

 The capital has fallen.

The Darkling rules Ravka from his shadow throne.

Now the nation's fate rests with a broken Sun Summoner, a disgraced tracker, and the shattered remnants of a once-great magical army.

Deep in an ancient network of tunnels and caverns, a weakened Alina must submit to the dubious protection of the Apparat and the zealots who worship her as a Saint. Yet her plans lie elsewhere, with the hunt for the elusive firebird and the hope that an outlaw prince still survives.

Alina will have to forge new alliances and put aside old rivalries as she and Mal race to find the last of Morozova's amplifiers. But as she begins to unravel the Darkling's secrets, she reveals a past that will forever alter her understanding of the bond they share and the power she wields. The firebird is the one thing that stands between Ravka and destruction—and claiming it could cost Alina the very future she’s fighting for.

            It’s a rarity for me to be so surprised throughout a book series, especially given the fact that many YA books tend to follow the same pattern of thinking.  With Ruin and Rising though, none of these rules apply.  Everything I thought I knew, or had figured out, in Shadow and Bone and Siege and Storm, played out differently than I ever would have expected.  I should also add that despite my ship not working out (I can’t say who without ruining it for you), I wasn’t too upset by the outcome of the love interests at the end of the book.  Leigh Bardugo brings up what she refers to as “The Gotcha Badge” in her interview with her editor at the end of Ruin and Rising.  Well got me you did Bardugo! The shock factor alone was enough to make me appreciate every aspect of the final book in the Grisha Series, right down to each violent and horrifying death.  If you thought the Darkling was bad in books 1 and 2 of this series, think again.  He’s stepped up his game to a whole new level in Ruin and Rising and is willing to do whatever it takes to get back his Sun Summoner. 
            One of my favorite things about Ruin and Rising (and the Grisha series overall) was that there’s no TRUE villain or hero.  Sure, the Darkling is certainly ruthless and power hungry, whereas Alina is depicted as the beacon of hope for the people of Ravka, but both of them have their faults.  I think many readers saw the Darkling as the villain and Alina as the hero, but I think circumstances played a big role in that.  The Darkling has had to deal with his thirst for power for hundreds of years, whereas the Alina we see presented in the series has just come into her powers.  I think the Darkling just had a hard time remembering the boy he used to be, and I thought Bardugo did a great job of writing his story and giving the reader a chance to feel some compassion for this character. At least I certainly did! The inclusion of Bahvra in the text was crucial to understanding the boy the Darkling used to be though, before his power became a tool of destruction.  She knew her son wasn’t the only Grisha who could turn his/her power into a terrible thing, and she warns Alina on more than one occasion about the greed that can come with more of the amplifiers if she’s not careful.
            While I can see where some people were distraught by how the book ended, I thought Ruin and Rising was an exceptionally fitting way to finish off the series.  Like Bardugo mentions in the interview at the end, “The rules don’t apply differently to Alina just because she’s the hero of this story or because her cause seems just.” I loved that because I thought it was more realistic this way.  After all, heroes are usually the ones who have to suffer the most, and even though Alina has already been through a lot, she did break the rules on more than one occasion.  Although I’ll likely be crying over the ending for a few days to come (I may have gotten too attached to a few of the characters) I thought Ruin and Rising was splendid and I wish there was more! Lucky for us, the Grisha World is not over and we have Six of Crows and the rest of that series to be thankful for! 



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