Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Fury (The Seven Deadly #3) by Fisher Amelie: Release Day Launch w/ Excerpt & Giveaway


Blurb:

Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for.

What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge.

I’m Ethan Moonsong…And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.





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About the Author:

Fisher Amelie is the author of The Leaving Series, Callum & Harper and Thomas & January. She began her writing career as a copywriter for an internet marketing company wherein one of their client's said, 'Hey! You're funny. You should write books'. Which in turn she said, 'Hey, get out of here! This is the lady's restroom.' While washing her hands and the embarrassment from her face, she thought they may have had a valid point. So, she took the thousands of hours of writing stories growing up, tucked them into her pocket and began writing and writing and writing.

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Excerpt:

I decided that night I no longer cared to get myself under control. I decided I wanted a drink instead.

“Vi, one more?”

“Sure, darlin’.”

I nodded when she set down the glass and walked toward another customer.

“I’m surprised you’re in here again,” I heard over my shoulder, and I tensed.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Finley.

“Lookin’ for your dumb ass.”

“Why?” I asked as she sat down beside me.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I’m an idiot? Maybe because I’m bored?” She sighed. “I don’t know.”

The bell above the door rang out and we both turned to see Spencer Blackwell and Cricket Hunt walk in holding hands as if they didn’t have a care in the world.

I narrowed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. “What the fuck are they doing here?” I asked no one.

My eyes locked in on them as they moved to the opposite side of the large room. They had no idea I was there. They sat together, totally unaware that their mere existence in that moment bruised me more brutally than I’d felt in a long time. I studied Caroline, the palm of my hand absently rubbing at the knot in the center of my chest. My Caroline. She had no idea just how much she’d worn me out since we’d broken up, worn my body and my soul. I felt too heavy to carry around since she’d gone from me. Far too heavy. She’d been unintentionally cruel, but cruel nonetheless. So I swallowed back the lump in my throat, a lump she’d put there with our childhood memories, our laughs, our love. The ache. The awful ache she caused me.

I continued to watch her. She was laughing, so happy, and very much in the moment with him. And that’s when I saw it. Saw what Finley and everyone else saw. She had never looked at me the way she was looking at him, and I was suddenly sick with jealousy and a terrible, terrible hatred. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and I snapped. My hands trembled on the surface of my glass and I breathed from my nose in seething anger.

Finley whipped her head my direction, her eyes wide. “Let’s go,” she pleaded.

“Get out of here,” I ordered her.

“No,” she whispered, placing her hand on my own.

I peered into her eyes. “Just. Go.”

I stood up and threaded my way through the bodies. There was nothing planned, no finite idea, but I knew I wanted to get to my truck, the passenger side, the glove box. I shoved through the bar door and into the summer night, my blood pumping through my veins. My truck was parked in the space closest to the street, and each footstep it took to get me there felt like an eternity. I clomped through the gravel lot and threw open the passenger door. I’d forgotten that the glove box had been locked. My hand found my pocket to dig out my keys but they were stuck at odd angles, making it difficult or maybe it was that I was too drunk to remove them with any kind of finesse. This made me pause, but my body couldn’t catch up with the thought and I pitched forward, my hand clumsily finding the edge of the roof of the cab. I swayed and the memory of his hand on her neck renewed my fury. “I told you you’d feel my wrath, Spencer Blackwell,” I spoke to no one. “And I never break a promise.” 

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23 comments:

  1. I can't wait to get my hands on this book!

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  2. Mine would be Envy, thank you for this chance

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  3. I haven't read this series as yet

    thanks for the giveaway

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  4. I have not yet read this series but I plan to start it ASAP!!!

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  5. I haven't read any yet, they sound great though!!

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  6. Lust. Thanks for the giveaway!

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  7. I haven't gotten to read any of them yet.

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  8. Vain was my fave but I can't wait for Fury! Such an amazing series.

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  9. I haven't read any of this series so far, but Lust is a good sin :)

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  10. Vain is by far my favorite :)

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  11. Vain is my favorite. Thank you for the giveaway

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