Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Fictional Boyfriend Tag

I actually found this tag floating around BookTube and since I love fangirling about my book boyfriends... it fits.

1) Most romantic boyfriend
 Edward from Twilight. He takes the cake for this one. I mean he's totally romantic. 

2) Dark and moody bad boy with a good side
Daemon Black. Yeah he's moody and totally dark.

3) Paranormal boyfriend
Clay. He's actually from an adult book series. Women of the Otherworld.

4) Boyfriend you want to tame
Maybe Seth... yeah maybe him.

5) Boy you friend zoned
Ben Parish from The 5th Wave.

6) Your soul mate
Daemon Black. I want him.

7) Boyfriend you want to elope with
Jack Force. From Blue Bloods. Love that series.

8) Boyfriend you'd venture anywhere with
Cam from Wait for You.

9) Boyfriend you'd want to be stranded on a desert island with
Captain Jack Sparrow. And before anyone freaks out because he's from movies. They actually had a junior book series about him. So yeah he's in books too.

10) Most badass boyfriend
Jace Wayland.

As for who I tag. Everyone! Seriously, I would love to see all of your answers sunflowers. If you do this tag please leave a link below. 

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Glass Sword - Chapter 1

The thrilling second book in the #1 New York Times bestselling Red Queen trilogy follows Mare Barrow on her mission to defeat the traitorous Maven.

Mare Barrow’s blood is red—the color of common folk—but her Silver ability, the power to control lightning, has turned her into a weapon that the royal court tries to control.

The crown calls her an impossibility, a fake, but as she makes her escape from Maven, the prince—the friend—who betrayed her, Mare uncovers something startling: she is not the only one of her kind.

Pursued by Maven, now a vindictive king, Mare sets out to find and recruit other Red-and-Silver fighters to join in the struggle against her oppressors.

But Mare finds herself on a deadly path, at risk of becoming exactly the kind of monster she is trying to defeat.

Will she shatter under the weight of the lives that are the cost of rebellion? Or have treachery and betrayal hardened her forever?

The electrifying next installment in the Red Queen series escalates the struggle between the growing rebel army and the blood-segregated world they’ve always known—and pits Mare against the darkness of her own heart.

Chapter 1 

I flinch. The rag she gives me is clean, it still smells like blood. I shouldn’t care. I already have blood all over my clothes. The red is mine, of course. The silver belongs to many others. Evangeline, Ptolemus, the nymph lord, all those who tried to kill me in the arena. I suppose some of it is Cal’s as well. He bled freely on the sand, cut and bruised by our would-be executioners. Now he sits across from me, staring at his feet, letting his wounds begin the slow process of healing naturally. I glance at one of the many cuts on my arms, probably from Evangeline. Still fresh, and deep enough to leave a scar. Part of me delights in the thought. This jagged gash will not be magically wiped away by a healer’s cold hands. Cal and I are not in the Silver world anymore, with someone to simply erase our well-earned scars. We have escaped. Or at least, I have. Cal’s chains are a firm reminder of his captivity.
Farley nudges my hand, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Hide your face, Lightning Girl. It’s what they’re after.”
For once, I do as I’m told. The others follow, pulling red fabric up over their mouths and noses. Cal is the last uncovered face, but not for long. He doesn’t fight Farley when she ties his mask into place, making him look like one of us.
If only he was.
An electric hum sets my blood on fire, reminding me of the pulsing, screeching Undertrain. It carries us inexorably forward, to a city that was once a haven. The train races, screaming over ancient tracks like a Silver swift running over open ground. I listen to the grating metal, feel it deep in my bones where a cold ache settles in. My rage, my strength back in the arena seem like faraway memories, leaving behind only pain and fear. I can scarcely imagine what Cal must be thinking. He’s lost everything, everything he ever held dear. A father, a brother, a kingdom. How he’s holding himself together, still but for the rocking of the train, I do not know.
No one needs to tell me the reason for our haste. Farley and her Guardsmen, tense as coiled wire, are enough explanation for me.We are still running.
Maven came this way before, and Maven will come again. This time with the fury of his soldiers, his mother, and his new crown. Yesterday he was a prince; today he is king. I thought he was my friend, my betrothed, now I know better.
Once I trusted him. Now I know to hate him, to fear him. He helped kill his father for a crown, and framed his brother for the crime. He knows the radiation surrounding the ruined city is a lie—a trick—and he knows where the train leads. The sanctuary Farley built is no longer safe, not for us. Not for you.
We could already be speeding into a trap.
An arm tightens around me, sensing my unease. Shade.
I still can’t believe my brother is here, alive and, strangest of all, like me. Red and Silver—and stronger than both.
“I won’t let them take you again,” he murmurs, so low I can barely hear him. I suppose loyalty to anyone but the Scarlet Guard, even family, is not allowed. “I promise you that.”
His presence is soothing, pulling me backward in time. Past his conscription, to a rainy spring when we could still pretend to be children. Nothing existed but the mud, the village, and our foolish habit of ignoring the future. Now the future is all I think of, wondering what dark path my actions have set us upon.
“What are we going to do now?” I direct the question at Farley, but my eyes find Kilorn. He stands at her shoulder, a dutiful guardian with a clenched jaw and bloody bandages. To think he was a fisherman’s apprentice not so long ago. Like Shade, he seems out of place, a ghost of a time before all this.
“There’s always somewhere to run,” Farley replies, more focused on Cal than anything else.
She expects him to fight, to resist, but he does neither.
“You keep your hands on her,” Farley says, turning back to Shade after a long moment. My brother nods, and his palm feels heavy on my shoulder. “She cannot be lost.”
I am not a general or a tactician, but her reasoning is clear. I am the little lightning girl—living electricity, a lightning bolt in human form. People know my name, my face, and my abilities. I am valuable, I am powerful, and Maven will do anything to stop me from striking back. How my brother can protect me from the twisted new king, even though he is like me, even though he’s the fastest thing I’ve ever seen, I do not know. But I must believe, even if it seems a miracle. After all, I have seen so many impossible things. Another escape will be the least of them.
The click and slide of gun barrels echo down the train as the Guard makes ready. Kilorn shifts to stand over me, swaying slightly, his grip tight on the rifle slung across his chest. He glances down, his expression soft. He tries to smirk, to make me laugh, but his bright green eyes are grave and afraid.
In contrast, Cal sits quietly, almost peaceful. Though he has the most to fear—chained, surrounded by enemies, hunted by his own brother—he looks serene. I’m not surprised. He’s a soldier born and bred. War is something he understands, and we are certainly at war now.
“I hope you don’t plan to fight,” he says, speaking for the first time in many long minutes. His eyes are on me, but his words bite at Farley. “I hope you plan to run.”
“Save your breath, Silver.” She squares her shoulders. “I know what we have to do.”
I can’t stop the words from bursting out. “So does he.” The glare she turns on me burns, but I’ve dealt with worse. I don’t even flinch. “Cal knows how they fight, he knows what they’ll do to stop us. Use him.”
How does it feel to be used? He spit those words at me in the prison beneath the Bowl of Bones and it made me want to die. Now it barely stings.
She doesn’t say anything, and that is enough for Cal.
“They’ll have Snapdragons,” he says grimly.
Kilorn laughs aloud. “Flowers?”
“Airjets,” Cal says, his eyes sparking with distaste. “Orange wings, silver bodies, single pilot, easy to maneuver, perfect for an urban assault. They carry four missiles each. Times one squadron, that’s forty-eight missiles you’re going to have to outrun, plus light ammunition. Can you handle that?”
He’s met only with silence. No, we can’t.
“And the Dragons are the least of our worries. They’ll just circle, defend a perimeter, keep us in place until ground troops arrive.”
He lowers his eyes, thinking quickly. He’s wondering what he would do, if he were on the other side of this. If he were king instead of Maven. “They’ll surround us and present terms. Mare and I for your escape.”
Another sacrifice. Slowly, I suck in a breath. This morning, yesterday, before all this madness, I would have been glad to give myself over to save just Kilorn and my brother. But now . . . now I know I am special. Now I have others to protect. Now I cannot be lost.
“We can’t agree to that,” I say. A bitter truth. Kilorn’s gaze weighs heavy, but I don’t look up. I can’t stomach his judgement.
Cal is not so harsh. He nods, agreeing with me. “The king doesn’t expect us to give in,” he replies. “The jets will bring the ruins down on us, and the rest will mop up the survivors. It will be little more than a massacre.”
Farley is a creature of pride, even now when she’s terribly cornered. “What do you suggest?” she asks, bending over him. Her words drip disdain. “Total surrender?”
Something like disgust crosses Cal’s face. “Maven will still kill you. In a cell or on the battlefield, he won’t let any of us live.”
“Then better we die fighting.” Kilorn’s voice sounds stronger than it should, but there’s a tremble in his fingers. He looks like the rest of the rebels, willing to do anything for the cause, but my friend is still afraid. Still a boy, no more than eighteen, with too much to live for, and too little reason to die.
Cal scoffs at Kilorn’s forced but brazen declaration, yet he doesn’t saying anything else. He knows a more graphic description of our impending death won’t help anyone.
Farley doesn’t share his sentiment and waves a hand, dismissing both of them outright. Behind me, my brother mirrors her determination.
They know something we don’t, something they won’t say yet. Maven has taught us all the price of trust misplaced.
“We are not the ones who die today,” is all she says, before marching toward the front of the train. Her boots sound like hammer falls on the metal flooring, each one smacking of stubborn resolve.
I sense the train slow before I feel it. The electricity wanes, weakening, as we glide into the underground station. What we might find in the skies above, white fog or orange-winged airjets, I do not know. The others don’t seem to mind, exiting the Undertrain with great purpose. In their silence, the armed and masked Guard looks like true soldiers, but I know better. They’re no match for what is coming.
“Prepare yourself.” Cal’s voice hisses in my ear, making me shiver. It reminds me of days long past, of dancing in moonlight. “Remember how strong you are.”
Kilorn shoulders his way to my side, separating us before I can tell Cal my strength and my ability are all I’m sure of now. The electricity in my veins might be the only thing I trust in this world.
I want to believe in the Scarlet Guard, and certainly in Shade and Kilorn, but I won’t let myself, not after the mess my trust, myblindness toward Maven got us into. And Cal is out of the question altogether. He is a prisoner, a Silver, the enemy who would betray us if he could—if he had anywhere else to run.
But still, somehow, I feel a pull to him. I remember the burdened boy who gave me a silver coin when I was nothing. With that one gesture he changed my future, and destroyed his own.
And we share an alliance—an uneasy one forged in blood and betrayal. We are connected, we are united—against Maven, against all who deceived us, against the world about to tear itself apart.
Silence waits for us. Gray, damp mist hangs over the ruins of Naercey, bringing the sky down so close I might touch it. It’s cold, with the chill of autumn, the season of change and death. Nothing haunts the sky yet, no jets to rain destruction down upon an already destroyed city. Farley sets a brisk pace, leading up from the tracks to the wide, abandoned avenue. The wreckage yawns like a canyon, more gray and broken than I remember.
We march east down the street, toward the shrouded waterfront. The high, half-collapsed structures lean over us, their windows like eyes watching us pass. Silvers could be waiting in the broken hollows and shadowed arches, ready to kill the Scarlet Guard. Maven could make me watch as he struck rebels down one by one. He would not give me the luxury of a clean, quick death. Or worse, I think. He would not let me die at all.
The thought chills my blood like a Silver shiver’s touch. As much as Maven lied to me, I still know a small piece of his heart. I remember him grabbing me through the bars of a cell, holding on with shaking fingers. And I remember the name he carries, the name that reminds me a heart still beats inside him. His name was Thomas and I watched him die. He could not save that boy. But he can save me, in his own twisted way.
No. I will never give him the satisfaction of such a thing. I would rather die.
But try as I might, I can’t forget the shadow I thought him to be, the lost and forgotten prince. I wish that person were real. I wish he existed somewhere other than my memories.
The Naercey ruins echo strangely, more quiet than they should be. With a start, I realize why. The refugees are gone. The woman sweeping mountains of ash, the children hiding in drains, the shadows of my Red brothers and sisters—they have all fled. There’s no one left but us.
“Think what you want of Farley, but know she isn’t stupid,” Shade says, answering my question before I get a chance to ask. “She gave the order to evacuate last night, after she escaped Archeon. She thought you or Maven would talk under torture.”
She was wrong. There was no need to torture Maven. He gave his information and his mind freely. He opened his head to his mother, letting her paw through everything she saw there. The Undertrain, the secret city, the list. It is all hers now, just like he always was.
The line of Scarlet Guard soldiers stretches out behind us, a disorganized rabble of armed men and women. Kilorn marches directly behind me, his eyes darting, while Farley leads. Two burly soldiers keep Cal on her heels, gripping his arms tensely. With their red scarves, they look like the stuff of nightmares. But there are so few of us now, maybe thirty, all walking wounded. So few survived.
“There’s not enough of us to keep this rebellion going, even if we escape again,” I whisper to my brother. The low-hanging mist muffles my voice, but he still hears me.
The corner of his mouth twitches, wanting to smile. “That’s not your concern.”
Before I can press him, the soldier in front of us halts. He is not the only one. At the head of the line, Farley holds up a fist, glaring at the slate-gray sky. The rest mirror her, searching for what we cannot see. Only Cal keeps his eyes on the ground. He already knows what our doom looks like.
A distant, inhuman scream reaches down through the mist. This sound is mechanical and constant, circling overhead. And it is not alone. Twelve arrow-shaped shadows race through the sky, their orange wings cutting in and out of the clouds. I’ve never seen an airjet properly, not so close or without the cover of night, so I can’t stop my jaw from dropping when they come into view. Farley barks orders at the Guard, but I don’t hear her. I’m too busy staring at the sky, watching winged death arc overhead. Like Cal’s cycle, the flying machines are beautiful, impossibly curved steel and glass. I suppose a magnetron had something to do with their construction—how else can metal fly? Blue-tinged engines spark beneath their wings, the telltale sign of electricity. I can barely feel the twinge of them, like a breath against skin, but they’re too far away for me to affect. I can only watch—in horror.
They screech and twist around the island of Naercey, never breaking their circle. I can almost pretend they’re harmless, nothing but curious birds come to see the obliterated remnants of a rebellion. Then a dart of gray metal sails overhead, trailing smoke, moving almost too fast to see. It collides with a building down the avenue, disappearing through a broken window. A bloom of red-orange explodes a split second later, destroying the entire floor of an already crumbling building. It shatters in on itself, collapsing onto thousand-year-old supports that snap like toothpicks. The entire structure tips, falling so slowly the sight can’t be real. When it hits the street, blockading the way ahead of us, I feel the rumble deep in my chest. A cloud of smoke and dust hits us head-on, but I don’t cower. It takes more than that to scare me now.
Through the gray-and-brown haze, Cal stands with me, even while his captors crouch. Our eyes meet for a moment, and his shoulders droop. It’s the only sign of defeat he’ll let me see.
Farley grabs the nearest Guardsman, hoisting her to her feet. “Scatter!” she shouts, gesturing to the alleys on either side of us. “To the north side, to the tunnels!” She points to her lieutenants as she speaks, telling them where to go. “Shade, to the park side!” My brother nods, knowing what she means. Another missile careens into a nearby building, drowning her out. But it’s easy to tell what she’s shouting.
Part of me wants to hold my ground, to stand, to fight. My purple-and-white lightning will certainly make me a target and draw the jets away from the fleeing Guard. I might even take a plane or two with me. But that cannot be. I’m worth more than the rest, more than red masks and bandages. Shade and I must survive—if not for the cause, then for the others. For the list of hundreds like us—hybrids, anomalies, freaks, Red-and-Silver impossibilities—who will surely die if we fail.
Shade knows this as well as I do. He loops his arm into mine, his grip so tight as to be bruising. It’s almost too easy to run in step with him, to let him guide me off the wide avenue and into a gray-green tangle of overgrown trees spilling into the street. The deeper we go, the thicker they become, gnarled together like deformed fingers. A thousand years of neglect turned this little plot into a dead jungle. It shelters us from the sky, until we can only hear the jets circling closer and closer. Kilorn is never far behind. For a moment, I can pretend we’re back at home, wandering the Stilts, looking for fun and trouble. Trouble is all we seem to find.
When Shade finally skids to a stop, his heels scarring the dirt beneath us, I chance a glance around. Kilorn halts next to us, his rifle aimed uselessly skyward, but no one else follows. I can’t even see the street anymore, or the red rags fleeing into the ruins.
My brother glares up through the boughs of the trees, watching and waiting for the jets to fly out of range.
“Where are we going?” I ask him, breathless.
Kilorn answers instead. “The river,” he says. “And then the ocean. Can you take us?” He glances at Shade’s hands, as if he could see his ability plain in his flesh. But Shade’s strength is buried like mine, invisible until he chooses to reveal it.
My brother shakes his head. “Not in one jump, it’s too far. And I’d rather run, save my strength.” His eyes darken. “Until we really need it.”
I nod, agreeing. I know firsthand what it is to be ability-worn, tired in your bones, barely able to move, let alone fight.
“Where are they taking Cal?”
My question makes Kilorn wince.
“Hell if I care.”
“You should,” I fire back, even as my voice shakes with hesitation.No, he shouldn’t. Neither should you. If the prince is gone, you must let him go. “He can help us get out of this. He can fight with us.”
“He’ll escape or kill us the second we give him the chance,” he snaps, tearing away his scarf to show the angry scowl beneath.
In my head, I see Cal’s fire. It burns everything in its path, from metal to flesh. “He could’ve killed you already,” I say. It’s not an exaggeration, and Kilorn knows it.
“Somehow I thought you two would outgrow your bickering,” Shade says, stepping between us. “How silly of me.”
Kilorn forces out an apology through gritted teeth, but I do no such thing. My focus is on the jets, letting their electric hearts beat against mine. They weaken with each second, getting farther and farther away. “They’re flying away from us. If we’re going to go, we need to do it now.”
Both my brother and Kilorn look at me strangely, but neither argue. “This way,” Shade says, pointing through the trees. A small, almost invisible path winds through them, where the dirt has been swept away to reveal stone and asphalt beneath. Again, Shade links his arm through mine, and Kilorn charges ahead, setting a swift pace for us to follow.
Branches scrape against us, bending over the narrowing path, until it’s impossible for us to run side by side. But instead of letting me go, Shade squeezes even tighter. And then I realize he’s not squeezing me at all. It’s the air, the world. Everything and anything tightens in a blistering, black second. And then, in a blink, we’re on the other side of the trees, looking back to see Kilorn emerge from the gray grove.
“But he was ahead,” I murmur aloud, looking back and forth between Shade and the pathway. We cross into the middle of the street, with the sky and smoke drifting overhead. “You—”
Shade grins. The action seems out of place against the distant scream of jets. “Let’s say I . . . jumped. As long as you’re holding on to me, you’ll be able to come along,” he says, before hurrying us into the next alley.
My heart races with the knowledge that I just teleported, to the point where it’s almost possible to forget our predicament.
The jets are quick to remind me. Another missile explodes to the north, bringing down a building with the rumble of an earthquake. Dust races down the alley in a wave, painting us in another layer of gray. Smoke and fire are so familiar to me now that I barely smell it, even when ash begins to fall like snow. We leave our footprints in it. Perhaps they will be the last marks we make.
Shade knows where to go and how to run. Kilorn has no trouble keeping up, even with the rifle weighing him down. By now, we’ve circled back to the avenue. To the east, a swirl of daylight breaks through the dirt and dust, bringing with it a salty gasp of sea air. To the west, the first collapsed building lies like a fallen giant, blocking any retreat to the train. Broken glass, the iron skeletons of buildings, and strange slabs of faded white screens rise around us, a palace of ruins.
What was this? I dimly wonder. Julian would know. Just thinking his name hurts, and I push the sensation away.
A few other red rags dart through the ashen air, and I look for a familiar silhouette. But Cal is nowhere to be seen, and it makes me so terribly afraid.
“I’m not leaving without him.”
Shade doesn’t bother to ask who I’m talking about. He already knows.
“The prince is coming with us. I give you my word.”
My response cuts my insides. “I don’t trust your word.”
Shade is a soldier. His life has been anything but easy, and he is no stranger to pain. Still, my declaration wounds him deeply. I see it in his face.
I’ll apologize later, I tell myself.
If later ever comes.
Another missile sails overhead, striking a few streets away. The distant thunder of an explosion doesn’t mask the harsher and more terrifying noise rising all around.
The rhythm of a thousand marching feet.

Thought I'd share this with you lovely flowers. Enjoy! Who else is excited for this book? February hurry up! 

Monday, September 28, 2015

The Last Hours Snippets

So I thought I'd share the little snippets that Cassandra Clare released on her Tumblr about The Last Hours! I can't wait for 2017! Who else is completely excited for this?! I hope you enjoy these snippets.

Synopsis for The Last Hours

For as long as Lucie Herondale can remember, the Herondale family manor has adjourned the manor of the Blackthorns.

It’s too bad that Tatiana Blackthorn, the matriarch of the family, has always been, as her father Will Herondale says, “mad as a mouse trapped in a teapot.” Since the day that her father Benedict murdered Tatiana’s husband, and was killed in turn by a group of Shadowhunters that included both her brothers, Tatiana has nursed a burning grudge against the London Institute and all its inhabitants, especially Will, Tessa and their children: Lucie and her brother, James.

The Last Hours: James asks Cordelia for a dance

James and Matthew separated, Matthew to dance with Lucie, and James to speak to his parents. Cordelia saw them glance over toward her and looked away quickly; still, she was not at all surprised when James appeared a moment later in front of her, flashing a smile at his aunt and uncle.

“Miss Carstairs,” he said, with a slight bow in Cordelia’s direction. “Would you favor me with this dance?”
“It’s a waltz,” said Cordelia’s mother, before Cordelia could speak. “My daughter does not know how to waltz.”
Cordelia bit her lip. She certainly knew how to dance: her mother had engaged an expert instructor to teach her the quadrille and the lancer, the stately minuet and the cotilion. But the waltz was a seductive dance, one where you could feel your partner’s body against yours, scandalous when it had first become popular.
She very much wanted to waltz with James.

The Last Hours: Will being a loving dad

“Matthew told me what happened at the park,” Will muttered in a voice no one but James could hear. James shot a betrayed look at Matthew, who shrugged and gave him a half-smile. Matthew could be relied on to tattle on James if he thought it was for his own good. “Thank the Angel for Matthew and Thomas and Christopher.” He touched James’ face. “I regret ever having said that your generation was wasting its time with parties and boating and dancing. All I wish for you is to be able to amuse yourself in a pointless fashion during peace and never, ever be in danger.”

The Last Hours: James and Matthew

James cried out. Lightning seemed to fork behind his vision, and suddenly he was back in Regent’s Park, kneeling on the grass. There was a firm grip on his shoulders. “Jamie, Jamie, Jamie,” said an urgent voice, and James — his breath tearing in and out of his chest — tried to focus on what was in front of him.


Everything was blurred in that moment but Matthew’s face, his green eyes wide and dark and steady. Behind him moved other figures; they seemed in that moment like the shapes James had been finding in the clouds — inchoate and untouchable.

“Jamie, breathe,” Matthew said, and his voice was the only steady thing in a world turning upside down. It had been years since this had happened. Years. The horror of it happening in front of a crowd of people —

“Did they see me?” he said in a cracked voice. “Did they see me turn?”

“You didn’t,” Matthew said, “or at least, only a very little bit — perhaps just a bit fuzzy round the edges —“

“It’s not funny,” James said through his teeth, but Matthew’s humor acted like a slap of cold water; he opened his eyes fully, saw Thomas and Christopher looking down at him. They had positioned themselves so as to block him from the crowd at the lake’s edge.

“Get up,” Thomas said. “It’s the best thing you can do, James, we’ll tell them you tripped or fell.” His hazel eyes were anxious but his tone was reassuring. “Honestly all the attention was on Ariadne — “

Matthew’s hands on James’ shoulders turned into a grip on his arms, and James was hauled upright by his three best friends. Christopher produced a handkerchief from somewhere and began to dust his lapels.

“Chris,” said Matthew. He was the only person who ever used that nickname for Christopher besides Anna. “Stop. Who cares if he’s dusty? He was just invisible.”

“But he isn’t any more,” Christopher pointed out.

“We need to get you back to the Institute,” said Matthew to James in a low voice. “If you’re going to start suddenly going all — shadowy — for no reason, then the Silent Brothers —“

“Not the Silent Brothers,” said Thomas. “Just Zachariah.”

Sunday, September 27, 2015

First Ever Signed Book!

If any of you follow me on Twitter and you should I post cool things like this there first. Anyway, I posted on Twitter about how I couldn't find any hardcover Queen of Shadows at any store around me. So I got the ebook one. It's why I've been delaying riding it so long. I generally dislike reading ebooks. But then when we went to Target to pick up some video my boyfriend wanted, I saw it. It was the last one one the shelf and it was signed! SIGNED. I nearly lost it right there and started fangirling but of course I refrained from doing so, I wouldn't want to embarrass my boyfriend or anything.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Results of the Lux Covers!

So last week, I asked all you guys to vote for which Lux covers you liked better. I counted the Twitter votes and the few from the poll and the winner is.... The original! Yay! I personally like them better. Though I will say that they are both pretty awful. Which is sad because the books are so good! Thanks all you lovely buttercups for voting and sharing your opinion with me.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Waiting on Wednesday (20)

Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Jill at Breaking the Spine

In the irresistibly sexy series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout, two free spirits find their lives changed by a one-night stand…

Some things you just believe in, even if you've never experienced them. For Stephanie, that list includes love. It's out there. Somewhere. Eventually. Meanwhile she's got her job at the mixed martial arts training center and hot flings with gorgeous, temporary guys like Nick. Then a secret brings them closer, opening Steph's eyes to a future she never knew she wanted—until tragedy rips it away.

Nick's self-assured surface shields a past no one needs to know about. His mind-blowing connection with Steph changes all that. As fast as he's knocking down the walls that have kept him commitment-free, she's building them up again, determined to keep the hurt—and Nick—out. But he can't walk away. Not when she's the only one who's ever made him wish for forever . . .

Expected Release Date: 09/29/2015

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Angelsong (Dark Angel #3)

Israel lies dying from demon poison. To save him, Alyx needs the recipe for the cure, supposedly contained within the Threads of Dark, and she needs Mayrekk’s knowledge of herbs to make it.

But Mayrekk remains imprisoned in Michaelea, being punished for his hand in Alyx’s escape, and Michael himself guards the key to Mayrekk’s freedom. The Threads of Dark is sealed within a secret chamber deep under the Archives of Urielos, a Seraphim city clinging to cliffs somewhere along the coast of Italy. Even if Alyx does manage to find a way into the city, the chamber is guarded by ancient riddles and deadly traps…

Can Alyx rescue Mayrekk and retrieve the Threads of Dark before Israel slips away?

Book Breakdown 

So for a while I was in a reading slump and after getting over it I started into this book. I was so angry! Some times life gets so busy and I don't have time to read which was awful! When I wasn't reading this book I found myself thinking about it. The point where my boyfriend kept asking me why in was so out of it. This book just grabs your attention and doesn't let go. 

I don't want to give too much away as this is the third book and I don't want to spoil anyone who hasn't read the first two (which you should by the way, go do that now. You won't regret it!) But I will say this, I am one of those people who enjoy love triangles. /gasps/ I know, I know. Though I'm probably rooting for Jordan.

There is the perfect balance of adrenaline pumping action and sweet tender romance. If you enjoyed the first two books in this series than I know you'll love this one. It's my favorite so far and I can't wait to see what happens next! So get this book, start the series. Whatever just read this! You'll love Alyx and enjoy her character so much. 

*I received this book free from the author and in no way does that affect my review. This is my honest opinion*

Monday, September 21, 2015

My First Time

1) First Facebook profile pic?
It was awful, I'm not going to show it. I had short black hair with dyed blood red tips and my full on goth makeup. Yes, I went through a goth phase but even now I'm still very alternative with my style.

2) Do you still talk to your first love?
No way, we broke up because I found out he was going behind my back and flirting and hitting on this other girl who happened to be friends with a friend of mine who told me. Did you keep up there? So, I dumped him on our one year anniversary. What a lovely present...

3) What was your first alcoholic drink?
I do not drink. I don't like it. I've only ever had the tiniest slip to be polite and as soon as my host was gone I poured it down the drain in the sink. My family has a real bad history of being alcoholics and I've seen some of my friends drunk and they acted so stupid and some even did things that really came back and bit them in the butt. One of my friends got so drunk she ended up sleeping with some random stranger, and that was how she lost her virginity. Alcohol isn't as cool as teenagers think. Do yourself a favor, don't drink, smoke, or do drugs and you'll be amazed how far you can get in life with a clear head and healthy body.

4) What was your first job?
My parents actually owned their own mom 'n' pop grocery store and I worked there after school and weekends. I started when I was 11 by watering the plants and then when I was 13 I got to work the cash register. I used to be so proud of my dad. He worked so hard to provide for us. We always had everything we needed and 90% of what we wanted. Though I still got made fun of in school about my dad's job... /sigh/ kids can be cruel.

5) What was your first car?
I've never actually had my own car. My parents had a truck, mini van, and a white Jeep. My mother always used the van and my dad the car. When I was able to start driving they told me to use the Jeep. I did, it was like my car but really not...

6) Who was the first person to text you today?
This will probably shock you guys, but I don't really ever text... I don't even have a phone, my boyfriend does though... I'm more of a tablet person. Kindle Fire is where it's at!

7) Who is the first person you thought of this morning?
When I first got up this morning, I thought of my little Lizzie.

8) Who was your first grade teacher?
I was actually home schooled between grades 1-3 so my dad was my teacher.

9) Where was your first trip on an airplane?
New York to see SM Town NY! Girls' Generation and SHINee and then after the concert I was a total BoA and Super Junior fan too.

10) Who was your first best friend and do you still talk?
My first best friend was Rane, she has an awesome name right?
we talk through Facebook as we live over 2000 miles apart.

11) Where was your first sleepover?
My grandmother's house when I was a little thing.

12) What was the first thing you did this morning?
I went to get something to drink, Cherry Coke is a gift from above.

13) What was the first concert you went to?
Green Day, where I got to see Billie Joe's butt. True story.

14) First broken bone?
Never had a broken bone, ever. I'm awesome like that.

15) First piercing?
I got my lip pierced first then a few others followed.

16) First foreign country you've been to?
Japan, oh what a wonderful place.

17) First movie you remember seeing at the cinema?
....... I don't know.... a disney movie maybe... The Little Mermaid. 

18) When was your first detention?
I've never had a detention, I was a good kid... until I got expelled of course.

19) Who was your first roommate?
My boyfriend.

20) If you had one wish, what would it be?
To be able to have all the money I need for books.

21) The first sport you were involved in?
Volleyball, I love it so much but I can't play anymore after my surgery.

22) What is the first thing you do when you get home?
I would say check my laptop but where I'm never sure when I'm going to be able to use it... read? Or Twitter, I really like Twitter.

23) When was your first kiss?
I remembered it well, I was in the back of my boyfriend's car with him and his parents were driving. I was 14. He took my hand and gave me a small peck on the lips without them knowing. Now my first real kiss came when I was 16 by a different guy and wow. Very nice. That's the first kiss I claim but I was kissed by my next door neighbor when I was in third grade, we'd write lover letters and such to each other but then he moved away and the next time I saw him he had three kids but two different girls... glad that never went anywhere.

There we go, I saw this floating all over YouTube a while back and wanted to do it. That was all you lovely Ladybugs and get to know me a little better. If any of you guys want to do this feel free and drop your link below because I'd love to get to know you guys better too.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Review - Kalona's Fall (House of Night Novella #4)

The shadows in Kalonas past will finally come to light We will learn about the winged immortal's secret history and discover how he went from being the Goddess's Warrior and Guardian to her enemy and betrayer. Did Darkness taint Kalona as it did Neferet, or has the powerful immortal always preferred power over honor, and control over faith? This novella will be crucial to fans' understanding of Kalona, before his role in the explosive final installment of the House of Night, Redeemed.

Borrowed from my local library. 
Format: Hardcover
Page Count: 180
Published: 07/29/2014 (my little sister's birthday)
Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin
Series: House of Night

Book Breakdown 


So, I used to really love the House of Night novels when I was like 16 but the older I got the more the characters seemed to well stupid and immature. So After reading the first few novels I gave up. Sold the book to Half Price Books and never looked back. Until I went to the library, I was still in my reading slump and wanted something short and easy to get through hoping to pull myself out of my slump. I read it in one sitting and it did get me over my slump, simply because I grabbed another book after I was finished to take my mind off this novella.   

This novella shows the creation of Earth, Kalona, Erebus, and the Vampyres. It's like Genesis of the House of Night world. And let me tell you, it's pretty damn horrid. It reads more like a text book and Nyx is some giggling little girl and not some all powerful Goddess. Lame.

Where this textbook novella really takes off is where Mother Earth creates a lover and warrior, playmate and friend. It was meant to be only one person to ease the loneliness that our giggling Goddess felt. But alas, there was two men; Erebus and Kalona. Mother Earth gives the pair of brothers three tasks to show they are worthy of the beautiful Goddess Nyx. Kalona fails the first test but Erebus passes. Kalona grows jealous and bitter. He's really been that way from the start. Already jealous and moody. I found myself wondering if he was ever really good.

On the night of the final test, Kalona sees Erebus and Nyx talking, big surprise, he gets jealous and flies away. Nyx follows and sees a Shaman with a maiden from Nyx's favorite people: The Prairie People. The Shaman says a spell and kills the girl in front of Kalona and then dies himself. Nyx uses her magic mixed with Kalona's and the poor maiden turns into the first Vampyre. After that whole thing it's time for the final test Erebus passes and Nyx decides that Kalona passes too. Yeah....

Our giggling Goddess takes them both to the otherworld, where eons passed and Kalona grew darker to the point where he demanded Nyx banish Erebus. Instead she kicks Kalona out because he let the anger and darkness consume him. 

That's it, that is Kalona's fall, not nearly as exciting or interesting as I thought or hoped for. The writing is fine, simple and flows nicely but the characters.... I just can't. Nyx seems like one of those airheaded teenagers and Kalona is the 'dark bad boy' we all love only not lovable. He's just an asshat. I hated him, I hated Nyx and I even hated Mother Earth for not just talking to Nyx and telling her that Kalona was awful. Erebus is the only one I liked and he was barely in there. So now that I've ripped this novella into pieces, I'm going to give my lowest rating yet!

Friday, September 18, 2015

The Friday 56 (5)

This weekly meme is hosted by Freda's Voice and it's simple to join in the fun! Just grab your book and turn to page 56 or 56% if you're using an eReader and post a sentence or a few. No spoilers though!

She grabbed Chaol's arm as they drew near the tea court. "If you walk up looking like you're going to pummel someone," she crooned, linking her elbow through his, "then he'll certainly know something is amiss. And, again, do not say anything to him. Leave the talking and the charming to me."

Chaol raised his eyebrows, "So I'm just here for decoration?"

"Be grateful I consider you a worthy accessory."

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Thursday's Discussion (4) The Lux Covers

I've seen so many people hate on the original covers. Why? I love them so much! I've heard people say they look too much like romance covers and while that may be true. I don't care! Seriously! These are so much better than the new cover changes.

So I must now ask this question, do you like the original covers? Or do you my lovely sunflowers prefer the new ones? Let me know below, I'm dying to see who agrees with me. So for a week I'm going to leave a poll on the side of my blog and you can vote via Twitter using #TeamOriginal or #TeamNew or leave a comment on my Facebook page telling me which covers you prefer. I will add all the votes together and let you guys know which 'team' won next Thursday! So get to voting! 

Above: New Covers
Below: Original

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Oblivion Cover Reveal!

Experience the epic love story of Obsidian as told by its hero, Daemon Black…

I knew the moment Katy Swartz moved in next door, there was going to be trouble. Lots of it.

And trouble’s the last thing I need, since I’m not exactly from around here. My people arrived on Earth from Lux, a planet thirteen billion light years away. Plus, if there’s one thing I know, it’s that humans can’t be trusted. We scare them. We can do things they only dream about, and honestly, we make them look weak as hell. ‘Cuz they are.

But Kat is getting to me in ways no one else has, and I can’t stop myself from wanting her—or wanting to use my powers to protect her. She makes me weak, and I’m the strongest of our kind, tasked with protecting us all. So this one simple girl…she can mean the end for us. Because the Luxen have an even bigger enemy—the Arum, and I need to stay on my game.

Falling for Katy—a human—won’t just place her in danger. It could get us all killed, and that’s one thing I’ll never let happen…

Expected Release Date: 12/01/2015

Waiting on Wednesday (19)

Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Breaking the Spine.

The electrifying next installment in the Red Queen series escalates the struggle between the growing rebel army and the blood-segregated world they've always known—and pits Mare against the darkness that has grown in her soul.

Mare Barrow's blood is red—the color of common folk—but her Silver ability, the power to control lightning, has turned her into a weapon that the royal court tries to control. The crown calls her an impossibility, a fake, but as she makes her escape from Maven, the prince—the friend—who betrayed her, Mare uncovers something startling: she is not the only one of her kind.

Pursued by Maven, now a vindictive king, Mare sets out to find and recruit other Red-and-Silver fighters to join in the struggle against her oppressors. But Mare finds herself on a deadly path, at risk of becoming exactly the kind of monster she is trying to defeat.Will she shatter under the weight of the lives that are the cost of rebellion? Or have treachery and betrayal hardened her forever?

Expected Release Date: 02/09/2016

Monday, September 14, 2015

Unhaul (1)

I've never actually posted an unhaul but I thought 'why not?' So here is my first ever unhaul!

Everything is in ruins.

A devastating plague has decimated the population, and those who are left live in fear of catching it as the city crumbles around them.

So what does Araby Worth have to live for?

Nights in the Debauchery Club, beautiful dresses, glittery makeup . . . and tantalizing ways to forget it all.

But in the depths of the club—in the depths of her own despair—Araby will find more than oblivion. She will find Will, the terribly handsome proprietor of the club, and Elliott, the wickedly smart aristocrat. Neither is what he seems. Both have secrets. Everyone does.

And Araby may find not just something to live for, but something to fight for—no matter what it costs her. 

"A scathing comic novel . . . sort of a M*A*S*H for Miami schoolteachers." —Patrick Murtha, Book 'em, Danno

Developing Minds: An American Ghost Story follows a group of recent college graduates who struggle with feelings of alienation and their addictions as they try to survive a year of teaching at two dysfunctional Miami public schools.

A poetic and insightful coming-of-age novel, Developing Minds is centered on 24-year-old Luke Entelechy, an aspiring writer who sees his creative output suffer when he begins teaching at one of Miami’s most challenging middle schools. As the year progresses, however, Luke begins to relate to the neglect and abuse his students suffer, and is faced with a “haunting” decision: continue to let his dark past destroy him, or rise above the struggle to realize his potential as an artist and a "real" human being.

Equal parts disturbing and humorous, Developing Minds offers a brutally honest look at the American public school system and the extreme measures many teachers take to cope with working in it.

"The blade seemed to cut the air itself apart. Before he could stop, he had created a strange, ineffable crack in the air. Then, an arm reached through ... and shortly afterwards, a body followed." 

Michael Phoenix is just your ordinary misfit teenager. He lives in a New England small town, his father ran off a year ago, and he falls asleep in school every now and then. However, one night, Michael accidentally opens a portal to another world, and an alien creature invades his home. All he thought he knew about the world is shattered when he is plunged into a world of darkness, a world that's strange and alien—a world that once was home to him. 
Michael embarks on a journey to the darkest corners of the Earth in search for purpose, home, and vengeance. He is ready to do all it takes, even if he must go to the source of his nightmares—even if he must enter the Realm of Flesh. Along the way, he gains supernatural abilities and learns to cope with loss. 

A horror journey that ramps up towards a climactic showdown in the end. There's gore, twists, and violent action galore in this dark coming-of-age story. By the end of the day, each of the three main characters will have shed their fair share of blood and learned their lesson—if they live to see the end of the day.

Friday, September 11, 2015

Computer Update

This is just a quick update post, I should be getting my computer next week! I'm so excited! Then I can make better posts and reply to all your wonderful comments!!

Feature & Follow (10)

Gain new followers and make new friends with the Book Blogger Feature & Follow! If this is your first time here, welcome! You are about to make some new friends and gain new followers -- but you have to know -- the point of this hop is to follow other bloggers also. I follow you, you follow me, everyone wins.

The Feature & Follow is hosted by TWO hosts, Parajunkee and Alison Can Read.

This Week's Question

Undiscovered talent - tell us about a book you loved but no one else seems to have heard of. It can be new or old, any genre. Let's spread the love. - Suggested by Becky's Barmy Book Blog

My Answer

I have a few indie books I could talk about that I've reviewed on my blog but mostly the books I read everyone has heard of. This is a hard question to answer!

So I will just mention one indie book out of the many I love.

How do you want to feel today?

In 2041, the choice is yours. 

San Francisco is deserted, the Bay Bridge bombed, and the BART subway trains grounded. The Guardians, members of an elite and mysterious government-appointed military police force, are maintaining order at all costs—thanks to emotion-altering drugs like Emovere that suppress fear and anxiety. Lex Knightley, daughter of a prominent forensic psychiatrist, risks entering the devastated city to partner with the Resistance, a group of rebels intent upon exposing the dangers of Emovere. Lex discovers an ally in Quin McAllister, a magnetic Guardian Force recruit with a haunting past that binds them together. As she uncovers the secrets of the Guardian Force and confronts the truth about her family, Lex begins to realize that even those closest to her are not quite who they seem. 

So there you have it Sunflowers! Share you FF below or just tell me what book you love that no onw has heard of.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Thursday's Discussion (3)

This is going to be based on a book I read today, it got me thinking and since I still haven't read the fanfiction by Cassandra Clare yet I decided to go for this. In case you're wondering the book was called Forbidden by Tabitha Suzuma

The Question for the Week 

What themes are you willing to read? What themes go too far? Like drugs, incest, suicide, rape, gay rights, racism and so forth.

I personally am willing to give just about anything a try. With a few major exceptions, I won't touch anything with racism because it bothers me so much. I hate that this is even a thing still! We are all people, we are the same. Period. Those narrow minded people who can't see that disgust me!

But I don't mind to read about drugs. I've read some Ellen Hopkins books and they are heavy on the drug use. As a person who had been touched by the drug culture (quite a few of my family members), I relate to these books, I see the users and their lives falling apart but then I know what it's also like for the family. It's not easy to watch someone you love slowly die or turn into someone else.

As for the other things I don't mind reading about them either though suicide makes me very sad to read about and I usually stay away from it. Rape makes me angry and want to beat up the rapist. Incest.... I was so torn between being grossed out and wanting them to be together so much. Yeah, weird feelings.

So that's it buttercups! Tell me below what themes and such you can read and the ones you just won't touch. I look forward to seeing your answers!