Release Blitz | 5 Star Review for FURY by Fisher Amelie #Excerpt #Trailer #Giveaway

Posted May 8, 2015 by FMA in 5 Stars - It fed my addiction!, Blog Tour, Giveaways

I was provided a review copy; this did not influence my opinion of the book.

I have been dying to bring you this Release Week Blitz for FURY by Fisher Amelie! FURY is a New Adult Contemporary Romance and the third book in Fisher Amelie’s The Seven Deadly Series!! Grab your copy today and if you haven’t had a chance to read the entire series yet, get on it IMMEDIATELY!

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SYNOPSIS

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.

Stunning! Captivating! Heartbreaking!

Like many fans of Fisher Amelie and the Seven Deadly series, it feels I have been waiting forever for this book. I will admit that I have stalked her fan page once … or 100 times, to see if there was any news on the release date of Fury. I don’t use the word “fan” here lightly. Ms. Amelie writes the kinds of books I LOVE! She tells about the human condition. She takes you on a journey along with her character’s who are suffering some plight and through their journey of discovery you will learn something too. Her insight is incredible. Her writing is fluid, engaging and powerful. Her word choice is not an after thought. It is clear that each one is chosen with a purpose… maximum impact.

This series, tackles the Seven Deadly Sins as found in the Christian religion:

Vain (book #1) Greed (book #2) Fury (book #3) Lust (book #4) Idle (book #5) Binge (book #6) Envy (book #7)

Fury, (or wrath) specifically tackles the concept of great anger that expresses itself in a desire to punish someone that we feel has wronged us.

Anger is a consuming thing, a burning takeover.

It sets up shop in your heart and head and murders anything else attempting to make its way in. Life becomes obsessed with it, clouded with it, engrossed in it. You justify the feeling with delusions that you’re owed retribution. You condone thoughts and vengeful acts, feeding yourself with the idea that it’s warranted.

**Warning** slight spoiler ahead if you have not read Greed (book#2)

Ethan Moonsong was overcome with feelings of revenge. His heart was broken and cold, turning harder by the day. He was becoming consumed with seeking revenge against Spencer Blackwell for stealing away the love of his life – Caroline. He was drinking excessively, not working, and planning… a sick revolving door of daily activities.

One night, out drunk at the local bar, he runs into his high school friend – Finley Dyer, whom he hadn’t seen in years. And he doesn’t want to see her now. Embarrassed by the fact that the whole town knows about his breakup and also by his drunkenness, he turns into a bit of a jerk. Clearly trying to push her away. But Finley – who, as a high-schooler had a bit of a crush on him, can’t be pushed away. She sees a friend in need and doesn’t get pushed around. Rather, she becomes pushy, making him eat, giving him coffee and making him talk and listen. She doesn’t let him play victim to his circumstances.

“Life isn’t fair. Life is far, very, very far from fair. Sometimes it slaps you so hard in the face you fall back, you hit the ground with a resounding thud, knocks the breath outta you, but it’s how quickly you stand and fight for the life you want and how you forge that new path that defines you, Ethan,” “nothing is so overwhelming, so dreadful, that it cannot be defeated.”

Eventually, Finley Dyer’s fiery spirit, unending, unconditional friendship, pulled Ethan from the depth of hell he found himself in. She saves him. I adored and respected her character so much. She was incredibly brave and strong. She tells it like it is, she pulls no punches. She realizes life is too short to be waisted.

“Don’t you want forever with someone who burns for you the way you burn for her? You deserve that just as much as she does.”

Then she left.

Finley Dyer had her own secrets, her own pain to relieve, to be rid of. So she went to Vietnam to volunteer, to attempt to save herself. Fearing for her safety, Ethan soon followed. What he found was a travesty that brought back his fury ten-fold.

Ethan Moonsong was a born warrior.

In order to seek revenge, Ethan gave up something in return, he gave up a piece of his soul, his self-worth, a little bit of respect other’s had in him. Because in seeking revenge, you have to disregard your beliefs and your conscience in order to carry out the things you would not normally do.

It is the storyline I am being purposefully vague about, I think less is more here, and you will gain so much by experiencing it as it unfolds.

I would classify this book as mature YA/NA for some strong language and violence. There is no sex, but it is beautifully romantic… that fist kiss… had me grinning and squealing!

I cannot say enough about this book and its beauty. The slow building romance – friends to “lovers” was endearing. The writing – spellbinding. The story – heart-breaking.

FURY Excerpt

I took a deep breath as my fingers found their purchase and pulled out my keys. The key I needed somehow hit home and the lid sprang open, the knives staring at me, daring me. I watched them, waited for them to tell me what to do, but nothing came. They laid still, gleaming in the moonlight waiting for me too, it seemed. I sat in the passenger side seat, one boot still on the gravel, and made the first move. Raising a trembling hand toward the temptation, my fingers felt the cool length of each blade.

The rage still burned in my veins and I felt myself sobering, hesitating. No, I kept hearing. Pick them up, a voice said, so I did. Their weight felt good in my hands, comfortable. I breathed three breaths before gripping their handles and twirling them quickly in my palms. Even drunk, I could slaughter anything that moved. I was made to hunt. And hunt you shall, the voice urged.

I nodded and stood, shutting the passenger side door, tucking the blades into the back of my jeans, and camouflaging them with my shirt. My boots echoed with each step back toward the bar, heavy and dark like the night that surrounded me, like the thoughts in my head.

The adrenaline seared through my body, heightening every nerve, intensifying every sense. My heart pounded like a bass drum in my chest, pressing painfully against my ribs. My skin burned with anticipation.

I reached for the door handle.

“Where do you think you’re going?” a voice whispered, startling me.

I stopped, one hand on the handle. “Finley, go home,” I ordered her.

She stood from her leaning position against the outside wall of the bar, out of the shadows, and walked toward me. Her eyes seared through me. She came to me, stood closely, the heat from her body enveloping me.

“No, I don’t think I will,” she told me, looking up into my eyes. “At least not alone.”

She stood tenaciously, fearlessly. I noted how much taller she was than Cricket and it was a little bit intimidating to me, like what she said was going to happen whether or not I liked it. I respected her and I didn’t know why. I stared at her hard, but she didn’t budge. No, instead, she strengthened her own resolve, her jaw tightening with the decision and glared back even harder. She said and did things with such righteous authority, I felt powerless to her. I’d never felt that way before about a woman. It wasn’t pushy or irrational, it was simply as it was going to be.

My eyes and face relaxed the moment I acquiesced. “Fine.”

Her body followed suit and she nodded once, grabbing my arm and leading me toward my truck. Her hand reached into my jeans pocket, sending an inexplicable electrical charge through me, which I promptly chose to ignore, and yanked out my keys.

“Get in,” she ordered and I obeyed.

She threw herself into the driver’s side and slammed the door shut, sticking the keys in the ignition and turning only once. The engine started, daring not to further goad her. The stereo kicked on, belting something indicative of the moment we were leaving behind us, full of bass and a sharpness so edgy it echoed through my chest and head.

She shoved the truck in reverse, throwing her arm over the back of the bench, and her stare found mine. It was a solid look, packed full with a storm of unspoken words. Without breaking her gaze, she shifted into drive. She held there for a moment, driving her disappointment in me deep down into my soul before finally looking ahead to the end of the parking lot. I know I’m toxic, Finley, I thought, but that didn’t stop my mouth from retching awful thoughts.

“You have no reason to be pissed at me,” I told her, practically begging her to speak.

She didn’t say a word as she pulled out onto the road with more punch than the Finley I knew normally would have, turning toward the interstate. I had no clue where she was taking us, but I wasn’t about to ask.

Just make her turn around, I thought. Tell her you won’t do anything.

I opened my mouth to speak but caught a glimpse of her hair whipping about her determined face from the open windows and forgot what I was going to say. I turned my gaze toward the windshield. The light from the headlights exposing just enough of the road to make me nervous at the speed we were traveling. One hand found the dash to steady myself.

“What’s wrong, Ethan?” she asked.

“Huh?” I asked, whipping my head her direction.

“Too fast for you?”

“No.”

“Liar,” she said, calling me out.

I wiped my palms down the thighs of my jeans. “Slow down,” I said, swallowing.

“Oh, now you want to play it safe?” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re so selfish, you know that?” she asked. I was taken aback. She’d never talked to me like that.

She leisurely drove across lanes as if traveling more than a hundred miles per hour was completely normal.

“What?” I demanded, feeling alert. The adrenaline had sobered me quickly.

“You’re selfish. And stupid. Let’s not forget stupid.”

My blood boiled. “Whatever, Finley.”

“Whatever, Finley,” she mocked. “Don’t you know I’m suffering? That I’m the only person in the world who suffers? Can’t you see that I’m determined to be foolish, Finley?”

“What do you know of suffering?” I asked, incensed.

Wide eyes met mine and her jaw clenched as she pulled over, slamming us to a stop. Her hair flew forward from the force before settling onto her chest and shoulders.

“I know more about suffering than you could ever possibly imagine. You don’t know shit! So you got your heart broken. So what! There are worse things, you know. There are things out there that would curl your toes to know about, Ethan.”

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About Fisher Amelie:

Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first ‘mama’ patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, Jonah, and her Beta, Whale. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn’t mind all that much because life isn’t worth living if it isn’t entertaining, right?

Fisher is the author of The Seven Deadly Series, The Sleepless Series, and The Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough Novel Award.