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Dirty Blood (Dirty Blood #1)
I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that’s not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can’t seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted – and then she was a wolf. All snapping teeth and extended claws. But by the time I stood over her lifeless body, she was a girl again. That’s about the time I went into shock… And that was the moment he showed up. Now, all I can do is accept the truths that are staring me in the face. One, Werewolves do exist. And Two, I was born to kill them.My 5 PAW review is HERE!
Cold Blood (Dirty Blood #2)
Wood Point Academy is not at all what I expected. For one thing, it looks like a cross between military school and Buckingham Palace. Everyone stares, the floors shine so bright you can see your reflection in them from a mile away, and no one smiles. Unless they're kicking your butt in the process.
At least I've got plenty to take my mind off the fact that my psycho cousin, Miles De'Luca, keeps calling and declaring his love and promising to come for me just as soon as he's destroyed anyone standing in our way. Wes isn't going to like that idea. So between Miles, Wood Point's evil welcoming committee, and the drill sergeant hottie trainer from hell, I just keep asking myself, how did I end up here? Cold Blood is Book 2 in the Dirty Blood series. To read more about the Dirty Blood series visit www.accendopress.comAvailable Now Ebook $3.99 Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo
you wanna talk sexy werewolves... I've got you!!! *sigh* this series makes me VERY happy... I need to say that there is fantastic writing going on in here. I feel emotionally connected to these kids :) Ok, so when Tara is forced to go to Wood Pointe (which is supposed to be the most esteemed for hunters), her whole world kinda turns topsy-turvy... She has to leave Wes, then starts finding out secrets about her family, and things that go on. There is some serious crazy twists in here... I NEED BOOK 3 NOW, so I am not gunna need to be checked in somewhere with withdrawl symptoms LOL! You know how there is always the mean girl, well, Tara meets her own new mean girl :) But she also finds some AWESOME new friends too. This promises to help Tara on her way of self sidcovery & choices. Now, I know this may come as a shock, cuz I was totally all up in team Wes, but I think I am put off by him right now. *sigh* you know, I have Alex on my brain so that may not help either :) Now, let's get down to the nitty gritty
Tara- I kinda just want to hug her in here. She was quite independent (even if freaking out in the first book, which she should) but I wanted her to just know that things would be alright, but then again, she found friends and they help her, regardless of consequences, and she has found a new place that's perfect for her... in their circle :) I cannot wait for this kid's story to continue!!
Cambria- yep, she's my favorite. I love her sarcasm, her loyalty, her flippant ways, and most of all, her style. She was so unique! I need her for my new best friend :)
Logan- the other posse member, he's kinda hot, even if he is a geek, and I wanna wrap him up & stick him in my pocket to carry around with me :) There is always that brainy kid who will FIND the answers no matter what... that's Logan... did I mention that he's hot too :)
Wes- I know that his is a "mix" like Tara, & I do love him, but there is something going on here... I can't quite put my finger on it, but I think he is gunna break Tara's heart. Yes, he loves her, and she him, and they have this bond that is so unbreakable, but I've got my eye on him... I guess we'll just have to see *wink*
Alex- *sigh* you know you always love the hot, broken, bad boy... Well then I DO!! Alex is hot, and kinda mean, and sometimes rude and prejudice (but with good reason)... and then he turns all sweet and sexy & well, you get it when I say HOT :)... yeah I think I've officially switched teams when he says things like, “You’d kiss me back right now if I kissed you,” he said, and I tried to decide whether to even attempt denial. “But then you’d remember him and you’d feel bad for it.” Who wouldn't think this dude is hot :)
So, if you have any doubts about this series, you seriously need to reconsider :) GO READ THEM NOW!!! & GIMME GIMME book 3 :)
Blood Bond (Dirty Blood #3)
Hybrids. If I had to choose one word to sum up all of my problems, this would be it. Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to watch my best friend slowly becoming a monster. Without hybrids, I could let go of the mentality “hunt or be hunted.” CHAS wouldn’t be scouring the Earth, intent on slaughtering and using Alex to do it. Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to be on guard that losing my temper meant losing my shape. There would be no monster inside me, struggling to get out. Then again, without hybrids, I wouldn’t have Wesley St. John.
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Blood Rule (Dirty Blood #4)
Forty-six. That’s how many hybrids survived the Hunter attack in the woods after I revived them with an injection of my blood. That’s how many followed me home to Frederick Falls. And that’s how many were now mentally linked to me through a blood bond. Two days. Three valium. Fourteen hours of sleep. That’s what it took to realize I wasn’t losing my mind as a result of the noise in my own head. Sixteen. That’s how many days have passed since I almost killed Alex. That’s how many days I’ve sat by his bedside, waiting for him to wake up. To ease the guilt, to understand his betrayal, to remember the exact shade of brown in his eyes. Zero. That’s my chances of skating by with Gordon Steppe and the Hunter Council. They want me for questioning. I’m afraid what’ll happen if I give them answers
From : Cold Blood Chapter Twenty-Five: Alex
The radio crackled out some country song that was nothing more than a tenor voice whining for more whiskey. I didn’t pay it any attention but I didn’t turn it off, either. The background noise helped numb the fear that had settled so deeply into my chest, it left an ache similar to what I imagined a heart attack to feel like. Tara had almost died. I couldn’t shake the image of her lying on her back with that … thing hovering over her, about to take a bite. Each time I allowed myself to remember, the memory swept me up and threatened to overwhelm me. I took a steadying breath and gripped the wheel tighter. I had to think of something else—anything else—to distract myself. Unwittingly, another image floated in my mind. Tara in the hotel room we’d shared for a few hours. So much of her skin bared. Bruised. Swollen. It had been both beautiful and horrific seeing her that way. And then lying next to her, sleeping, and the kiss … it had been more than I’d hoped for, her kissing me back. She certainly hadn’t kissed me back that day in the woods. Then again, I was pretty sure she’d been in shock. I hadn’t exactly planned it, but the way her face looked in that moment … fear of Miles, complete trust in me. And then she’d been angry. There was nothing more beautiful than an angry Tara. Or so I’d thought until she’d kissed me the way she had in the hotel room. The memory of that feeling would warm me for many, many nights to come. “How bad is this going to be for me, exactly?” Tara asked. I kept my gaze trained on the road but her question jolted me back to harsh reality. The kiss was over. Our time together, blocking out the world and pretending it didn’t exist, was over. We were almost back to school. “That depends,” I answered her. “On what?” “On our method of entry. Do you want to announce your return?” “Um, do I have a choice?” I knew what she was asking and I’d already worked out the answer. The shoulder widened just ahead. Perfect. “Yes.” I pulled over and got out. We left the truck and began our hike through the darkened woods. It took my eyes a moment to adjust and then shapes of trees and the familiar, yet narrow, path came into focus. I kept my steps small so she could keep up and led the way. She asked me about the logistics of returning this way: the truck, the wards (as if they worked anymore). I could hear the irritation in my voice as I answered her but I couldn’t help it. We were almost back to reality. There was so much to say. And she’d rather talk about the damned truck. She must’ve caught on because I heard, “Alex, wait.” I kept walking. Her hand closed over my arm, my skin heating automatically where her fingers touched me. Right now, I hated my body. “What’s your problem?” she demanded. “Nothing. We’re almost back to school. I assume you’ll want to forget about anything that happened between us once we’re there. I’m simply switching gears to accommodate.” I felt petulant and immature saying it, but I didn’t care. “Switching gears to accommodate?” she echoed. I could hear her temper rising in her voice. Something in my gut warmed in anticipation of a good fight. “What are you, a robot?” I kept my mouth shut, willing her to go on, to say something that mattered. “I didn’t say anything because … well, it’s complicated. You know that.” She paused. The fire had gone out of her voice. “You haven’t said anything, either.” “You’re right. I guess I figured I made things clear.” I let sarcasm drip from my words. Baiting her. She laughed and my nerves pricked. “Have you ever actually had a girlfriend? Because you really suck at this.” I opened my mouth to snap back a retort, but she went on, “Don’t answer that. Seriously, though, you can’t kiss a girl and expect her to automatically know your feelings through osmosis or something. Besides, when I met you, you hated me. And now you’re kissing me. So, pardon me if that leavese me a little confused.” “I didn’t hate you.” “Pot-ay-toes, pot-ah-toes. You were disgusted, at least.” I shook my head and the words were out before I could stop them. “You don’t disgust me, Tara. You amaze me, impress me, surprise me, entertain me. You definitely don’t disgust me.” I clamped my mouth shut, horrified and elated that I’d finally said it. I couldn’t take it back, no matter her response, but I didn’t really want to, now that it was out there. She didn’t answer and my heart plummeted to somewhere around my knees. “Do I do any of those things for you?” I asked, hating how desperate I sounded. And felt. She stared at me, the whites of her eyes barely visible in the darkness. “Yes,” she whispered. My heart soared. I wondered if he could hear us from where I knew he waited in the trees up ahead. I hoped so. Something twisted inside me really, really hoped so. I allowed myself three seconds to enjoy my triumph and then reality came crashing in around me. “And does Wes do any of those things for you?” I asked, trying not to choke on the name. “Yes,” she repeated, her eyes darting away. I changed my mind. Hopefully he couldn’t hear us. The ache in my chest returned—for different reasons. It was my own fault. I’d known the answer the moment I’d asked. “I think it’s best that we leave it there then. For now.” She didn’t speak and I knew the moment was done. “Let’s get you back to school and focus on getting Miles.” “Okay.” She sounded defeated. Exactly how I felt.
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COLD BLOOD (Dirty Blood #2)
Sometimes Family Can be the Death of You
Wood Point Academy is not at all what I expected.
For one thing, it looks like a cross between military school and Buckingham Palace. Everyone stares, the floors shine so bright you can see your reflection in them from a mile away, and no one smiles.
At least I’ve got plenty to take my mind off the fact that my psycho cousin, Miles De’Luca, keeps calling and declaring his love and promising to come for me just as soon as he’s destroyed anyone standing in our way. Wes isn’t going to like that idea. So between Miles, Wood Point’s evil welcoming committee, and the drill sergeant hottie trainer from hell, I just keep asking myself, how did I end up here?
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