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Book summary
The war has begun. The battle’s
unfolding. And victory feels so distant…
The Essenced had prepared and trained, but never
imagined the true horror of watching demons tearing through the Division to
invade the realm. Every claw is horrific—every snarl disgusting—and the responsibility
of keeping that vile terror from expanding beyond the battlefield’s borders
rests in the teenagers’ hands. They thought they were ready for that challenge…
But then their confidence is shaken when a deadly new
weapon emerges from the enemy’s arsenal, and well-kept secrets from the
Essenced’s angelic superiors begin to surface.
In the midst of the carnage, can the teens find the
strength within themselves, and among themselves, to grasp victory in
blood-tainted hands?
Nayu's thoughts
This isn't a review as it's not my cup of tea at the moment, but I've enjoyed Connie's previous work, did a cover reveal for this book and book #1 too.
So this post is all the details you need and an excerpt. Enjoy!
Excerpt #1
there aren't more than 1, it's just the excerpt I decided to use)
Rightfully interpreting the
sudden urgency of her hold, he soothingly traced his hands up her back and
through her hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”
After pinching her eyes closed
against her fears, AJ reopened them and pulled back to give him a hard,
unblinking stare. “You’d better survive this war, Julius. If not, I’m gonna get
Clint to yell at you. I’ll write an angry speech and everything.”
He smirked at her words, even
chuckled. “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d let something as tiny as death get in the
way of arguing with me.”
“I’m serious,” she insisted with
a glare that contradicted the smile hinting on her lips.
“I know you’re serious, and
saying how heartbroken you’d be if I died would be much too normal to fit into
your ‘you better survive’ lecture.” He shrugged lightheartedly. “Truthfully,
I’d have been a little disappointed had you chosen that angle.”
She kept the harsh expression,
but had to keep wrestling back her grin.
“And you might as well go ahead
and smile.” He tapped the right edge of her mouth with his index finger. “I can
see it practically begging to spill out.”
Finally caving, she let her smile
blossom, but rolled her eyes in mock irritation. “I’m still serious. You better
survive.”
“I’ll survive if you will,” he
softly told her while his right hand trailed over her brow, down her cheek, and
to her neck.
With a hum of agreement, she
collapsed against his chest and hugged him with all the strength she could
spare.
Tugging her closer, he gave her a
whole new wave of strength to dip into.
About the Author:
Connie L. Smith spends a decent amount
of time with her mind wandering in fictional places. She reads too much, likes
to bake, and might forever be sad that she doesn’t have fairy wings. And that
she can’t swing dance. Much of her preferred music is severely outdated, and as
an adult she’s kind of obsessed with Power Rangers. She has her BA from
Northern Kentucky University in Speech Communication and History (she doesn’t
totally get the connection either), and her MA in English and Creative Writing.
Websites:
Main Site: http://conniesmithbooks.weebly.com/
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Sewing/Quilting Blog: http://www.sewingmachinesplus.com/sewblog/author/conniesmith/
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