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Friday, January 1, 2016
BLOG TOUR: Revenge by Sonya Weiss
by Sonya Weiss
Release Date: December 22nd 2015
Summary from Goodreads:
Their love is a ticking time bomb.
Juliet Sawyer was born to save the world.
Gifted with incredible powers, she’s the only one standing in the way of The Great Extinction, the prophesied battle between Supernaturals and humans.
In order to keep her sister safe and avenge her father’s murder, she’ll have to infiltrate the ranks of the Supernatural leaders who wish to destroy her.
But the one thing she didn’t count on was falling in love…with someone who wants her dead.
The gorgeous and dangerous son of one of the Supernatural leaders, Riley West is in charge of training the group for war—now including Juliet, whose father is responsible for killing his family.
But the more they train together, the more intensely their passion for each other burns.
The deeper Riley is drawn in by Juliet’s beauty, the closer he gets to the secrets she keeps:
one that will challenge everything he believes in—and one that could lead to her death.
Together, can their forbidden love help stop the war? Or will one of them be forced to make the ultimate sacrifice?
“Oh, man, he’s dead,” Ethan Silver said, looking like he wanted to puke. He got up and ran to the door, then out into the hallway.
His shoes squeaked like noisy exclamation points as he yelled for help in a high, girly voice.
The rest of us were statues, staring at the silent form of our teacher lying belly up like a gigantic dislodged mushroomtop.
“Is he really dead?” another of the popular girls asked.
She huddled into a group of herfriends.
I hoped Mr. Sands wasn’t dead.
Death was twisted.
Death fractured a family.
With missing pieces, fractions can never be made whole.
I could still see the anguished face of my father, hear his final instructions as he’d gripped my arm before Death pulled him away.
I clenched my teeth against the remembered hurt.
My world had fallen apart.I’dwalkedaroundinshockfordays,tryingtohandlemyownpain, and yet, still be strong for Mom and my sister.
Time hadn’t dulled the pain.
My insides were as shredded as if I’d swallowed a porcupine, and every breath I took stabbed me fromwithin.
“Mr. Sands isn’t dead yet.” Riley’s voice was low andimpatient.
ItriedtogototheteachertoseeifIcouldhelphim,butRileystoppedme by grabbing my arm. Through the thickness of my sweaterandshirt,thecontactburnedlikeahotmatchtoskin,andIdidn’tlikethesensation.“Is he going to die?” I asked. I brushed Riley’s touch away.
If they knew,
I was as good as dead. The thought jerked me awake. Heart pounding, I
glanced around the room to see if my classmates were watchingme.
They weren’t, but the one who was watching me
made my stomach clench withunease.
Riley West, head
of the Probation Officers. I’d known him for years.
But only from a safedistance.
He wore his wild black hair a little longer
than the human boys in the class and had a strange symbol with burned edges on
his biceps. He was the hottest Supernatural I’d ever seen in my life. Unlike
me, he easily fit into the human world.
His looks and his I-don’t-give-a-damn attitude made him a popular source of
gossip in the girls’bathroom.
He was the leaders’ number one guy, a major rule-keeping badass because he
was the son of Dacce, our king. By Supernatural law, he would assume the throne on his eighteenthbirthday.
The fact that Riley watched me intently could
only mean bad news. Had the leaders discovered that I was the one who’d rescued
and hidden some of the newly outlawed mixed-blood children? Or that I was
the one giving information to the
I hoped not, but it was this fear that had
woken me. My mouth went dry. I wasn’t
worried about myself if I got caught. I was worried about what would happen to
the children. Who would savethem?
Shifting in my seat, I tried to get
comfortable, but it was impossible. My back still hurt from the welts I’d
received a week ago. My heart squeezed so painfully I thought it was about to
break in half. The images ofthatdaywerefrozeninmymind,andIstillfelttrappedinthehorrorof itall.Thepleas…thescreams…thefutilityasI’dtriedtosavethechildren
from the edict designed to
kill them. I still cried myself to sleep every night over the ones I hadn’t
been able to save. I had to fight to keep tears at bay now as I thought aboutit.
Istarteddoodlingmadlytotakemymindofftheunknownreasonwhy Riley was looking atme.
The teacher began to read excerpts from Romeo
and Juliet in such an awful way that he slaughtered Shakespeare’s greatest
work. I tuned him out and kept doodling andworrying.
“Juliet Sawyer! Payattention.”
I stopped scribbling as Mr. Sands squeezed his excess ass—clad in
too tight plaid red and yellow polyester pants that gave him a perpetual
put it face down on my desk and stared atme.
“I asked who wanted to read the parts of
Romeo and Juliet.” His eyes were feverishly bright. Almostmaniacal.
Not me. No way.
I couldn’t bear standing up in front of groups of people.Itmademypalmssweatandmyheartrace.Iduckedmyhead,my
hair swinging down to hide my face, hoping the teacher would take pity on me
and go away. Hedidn’t.
“Yes, Juliet Sawyer will read the part of Juliet. Now, who for her Romeo?” Mr. Sands looked around the room.
I darted a glance at Riley West to see if he was still watching me. Big mistake.
Mr. Sands saw the direction of my gaze and announced, “Riley West will read the part ofRomeo.”
Even if falling in love wasn’t against the
rules, with Riley West as Romeo, I’d
be just as lucky as that Shakespearean heroine. Death would be my end credit,too.
“Juliet and her Romeo? If you’ll make your way to thefront?”
My cheeks warmed and I wanted to slide
beneath the desk as the snickers of my classmates dotted the room. Behind the
ugly glasses my fatherhadmadetocamouflagemysecret,Iclosedmyeyes,needinginner calm, seeking to stay in control of mypower.
The way I’d been taught by my parents. Deepbreath.
Hold it in. One, two, three. Exhale.
I gripped my pen hard enough to bend it and
got an ink blotch on the palm of my hand. Opening my eyes, I tried to
discreetly wipe the mess down the side of my jeans. While my peers kept
laughing, Mr. Sands motioned us
forward, waving his hand as if conducting anorchestra.
I bit down hard on my lip and tried to block
the sound. Even though I had a greater
purpose than wanting to fit in among the humans or the Supernaturals, being an
“Romeo and Juliet, if you’ll please come up
to the front now?” The teacher tapped a copy of the book against hispalm.
I remained seated, watching as Riley,
my enemy as much as if we were truly a Capulet and a Montague, made his
way to the front. I hated any kind of public speaking. Please don’t let me make a
fool of myself. I gave myself a mental kick. Pull it together, Juliet. I stood and moved to the front of the
room. I would fake confidence well enough to do this. Everything was undercontrol.
Then I looked into Riley’seyes.
They were an almost translucent blue, and
peering into them made me feel as if the
floor shifted. Hostility swam in their depths. Fear and anticipation waltzed
together inside of me. I’d heard the rumors about him. He was without a heart.
When I kept staring, Riley raised a
questioning eyebrow. I quickly tookanotherdog-earedcopyofthebookfromtheteacher,lickedmylips, and read aloud, “Deny thy father
and refuse thyname.”
“You haven’t been paying attention,” Mr. Sands snapped and pointed to anotherportion.
Embarrassed, I searched for the part. Riley
stopped my frantic page flipping and trailed his finger down the page.“Here.”
I cleared my throat and started again.
“Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take allmyself.”
Whentheroomwasquiet,Rileyread,“Itaketheeatthyword.Callme but love, and I’ll be new baptis’d:
Henceforth I never will beRomeo.”
Mr. Sands approached us to show us what part to read next,
and when hedid,IgotaweirdfeelingabouthimlikeIwasindanger.Somethingin theteacher’seyesremindedmeofaRagespawn’seyes,anancientenemy of ours, the Tazavorn species. I dismissed the thought as quickly
as it came. That had to be impossible. Ragespawn lived only in our galaxy, not
the human one. Surely the human authorities would not have granted asylum on
Earth to our most viciousenemy.
Riley edged closer to the teacher, putting
himself between Mr. Sands and me.
“Back off,” he said in a low, commandingvoice.
The two locked eyes and Mr.
Sand muttered, “Get out of my way.”
A pulsating power as swift and deadly as a
laser flew from the center of Riley’s palm. The power zipped past the teacher
to a speaker high on thewall.
A low creak sounded above Mr. Sands’s
head, and he quickly turned. The mounted speaker flew from the wall and
knocked the teacher’s copy of Romeo and Juliet from his hand, pinning it to the
floor in a tangle of wires and a cloud of dust. Most of the dust settled on top
of his scrub brush hair while some of it coated the white cementwalls.
Silence reigned except for the ticking of theclock.
Mr. Sands’s hands shook slightly,
and he frowned, first at the yawning hole in the cement and then at me.
Suspiciously. Like I’d caused the accident to happen. He took a step closer and
pointed a finger at me, clenching and unclenching his jaw as he searched for
what to say. Then hegrabbedmyarmtightly,hisfingersbitingintomyflesh.Iwincedfrom the bruisinggrasp.
“Don’t touch her.” Riley used his shoulder to bump Mr. Sands and released another jolt of his power at the same
time, forcing the teacherto take a
supposed to see it. Our leaders had sworn to the human authorities that wewouldnotuseourpoweragainstthem.Anotherliewaitingtoblowup in the humans’ faces. The truth was
the leaders didn’t want the humans to witness our power. They were afraid it
would be photographed and uploaded onto social media sites where the human
authorities would analyze it and devise a way to conquer us when the warcame.
“Juliet Sawyer!” Mr. Sands pulled the book from beneaththespeakerwithagruntanddustedthecoveroff.Hegrabbedmyarmagainmore
painfully than before. “You’re coming
with me to theprincipal’soffice.” It would be easier if I went
along with Mr. Sands for now. That
if I had to use my power to defend myself, no
human bystanders would be hurt.
“I’ll kill you,” Mr. Sands said, speaking low so that only Riley and I could hear
him. His nasty breath wafted across myface.
Before I could react to the threat, Riley
released a stronger jolt of power, and it wrapped around Mr.Sands.
He aimed again for a corner
of the desk, missed, and sprawled out onthe
floor, his eyes stuck open and staring, mouth gaping and popping. The sound of
wheezing filled the air. His face
One of the popular girls screamed, and her
boyfriend jumped up to grab her in a hug, squashing her face against his
A real page-turner!
Revenge takes a whole new twist on star-crossed lovers.
The plot impeccable and the characters well-developed!
***I received this ARC in exchange for a honest review***
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About the Author:
Sonya Weiss is a freelance writer, ghostwriter and author. She's addicted to great books, good movies, and Italian chocolates.
She's passionate about causes that support abused animals and children. Her parents always supported her bringing stray animals home although the Great Dane rescue was a surprise.