Thursday, January 17, 2013

Awaken / Chosen By Kristen Day **Double Feature**

Before we get to the cover reveal you guys may recall my very first Supa Gurl books review was on a little gem, and debut novel, named 'Forsaken' by Kristen Day (Forsaken Review)  I gushed and ranted about how wonderful this was and told you all to get it and I hope you did.

Why, you ask?

Well because not only did she release Book 2, Awaken, in the series back in October but she is about to release #3, Chosen, at the end of the month!!

I am a baaaaddddd, bad blogger because I had every intention of sharing Awaken with you before now!  Better late than never though right???

So here you go...

The details:

The sacrifices we make have the power to shift the very fabric of who we are, and ultimately who we are meant to be…

After learning of her true destiny as the intended Leader of the Tydes, Anastasia Whitman must now embark on a perilous quest to the Underworld before the age of eighteen in order to plant the seed of immortality and complete her essence to become a true Sea Goddess. But before she can make her legendary journey, an unexpected new student transfers to Lorelei; initiating a sequence of events that will unravel Stasia’s new life, and test the boundaries of her relationship with the mysterious, dark, and sexy Finn Morrison. The line between the Underworld and the Living begins to blur as gruesome ghosts, morbid reveries, and pure evil haunt her waking hours as well as her sanity. Once the details of Finn’s own startling destiny are revealed, the dangerous secrets he’s been hiding will threaten the very love Stasia believed to be indestructible. As time begins to run out, she will be forced to choose between the one she loves and the destiny she cannot escape.

My gushy mushy very short review:

Words can NOT even describe this book.  I love it!!  Kristen takes all the things you love about Forsaken and then adds even more.  This book get's darker (really darker!) in a way I wasn't expecting but soooo loved.

Finn is still totally sexy and mysterious and his relationship with Stasia is still fabulous.  This one is a nail biter that takes you to the underworld and leaves you breathless with an ending that will make you glad that Chosen is just a few weeks away!!

Here is my proof of how great Forsaken and Awaken are:

I did a Read 2 Review with both of these books on my Goodreads group page for Kristen.   Here is what they rated the books:

Forsaken - 23 readers and the rating average was 4.6!  Two 3's and the rest all 4 or 5*
Awaken- 23 readers and the rating average was 4.69!  Two 4's and the rest were 5*

Seriously if you love young adult paranormal books with a little magic, mythology and fantasy you MUST try this series out!


and an excerpt!!!


                “Rise and shine, Love!”  Nadia appeared before me and my blood instantly began to boil with overwhelming hatred.  “We have much to do!”
                “I’m not playing your bullshit games, Nadia,” I growled.
                “Games?” She snorted, cracking a dry smile and coming to a stop in front of me.  Her features hardened and her golden eyes flashed, “This is no game, Love.  But believe me - I’ll be enjoying every minute.”  She noticed the small puddle of blood collecting below my right knee and smirked.
                “Why Finn, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you look so dreadful.  It’s a shame your essence and abilities have no effect down here.  That looks horrific.”
                “You’re playing with fire, Nadia,” I accused her in a low voice.  She should know the consequences of her actions.
                “I happen to like fire.  It’s powerful and tantalizing.  Just like me.”  She turned on her heel, kicked off her shoes and made her way to the trunk.  She visibly shivered in her thin tank top and jeans.  With a snap of her fingers, the room warmed to a comfortable temperature.
                “I don’t know how you stand it down here!  It’s absolutely frigid!”  She chuckled to herself when I cursed her through gritted teeth.  She whistled happily as she opened the trunk and began rifling through it; searching for something in particular.
                “Now where did I put it…Aha! Found it!” she squealed with delight.  Then she snapped her head around and grinned at me like she was two personalities away from a straight jacket and a padded room. “Enjoying the view?”
                “Don’t flatter yourself.”
                 “Oh come on Finn,” she purred. “You know you want this.” She spun around in a circle and raised a golden, sly eyebrow at me. “But unfortunately for you, I don’t screw pieces of shit.”
                “I’m crushed.”
                She looked me up and down, tapped her chin, and smiled, “Not yet.” With a flick of her finger the white vines pinned me against the wall; slicing new wounds on my arms and legs. “I’ll save that for later.  Right now, we have other things to take care of.  And I must say, I’m so glad you came to your senses and chose me.  I was beginning to lose hope,” she joked.  She twitched over to where I was shackled to the wall and let out what sounded like something close to a cackle. 
                “Yea, I’ve really been looking forward to having my soul wrenched out of my body and starving to death in this god forsaken hole in the ground,” I spit at her with venom. 
                “I might not be as transparent as that little tramp of yours, Stasia, but-“
                “Leave her out of this! You don’t even deserve to speak her name,” I growled.  The familiar rush of power and adrenaline that usually accompanied my anger didn’t come, and I began to realize the gravity of the situation I was in.  Not that I was going to let Princess Psycho know that. 
                “Oh, please…she’s nothing but an Achilles heel.” She collapsed into a fit of giggles, “Get it - cause her brother was Achilles..?” I ignored her failed attempt at irony.
                “She possesses every quality required of a leader in our world and more.  Qualities you have never, and will never, possess - purity, strength, grace and most importantly, humility.”
                “Humility, weakness - same thing.” She dismissed my words with a flip of her hand.
                “The prophecy speaks for itself.  Even you can’t argue with that,” I retorted. “She is my destiny.  And I, hers.”
                “All I hear is blah, blah, blah-I want to have sex with her-blah, blah, blah.  Lust turns the strongest of men into invalids and I simply couldn’t let that happen.  Your essence is far too important for what is ahead of me.”
                 “Essence becomes useless without love.  Love turns the strongest of men into warriors.  When a man has someone to fight for, he’s capable of moving mountains.”
                Her grin dropped and she stomped over to me with vapor rolling off of her skin.  She stood in front of me, silent for a moment, then grinned wickedly and unrolled the leather case she had been clutching in her hand.  She slid something silver out and held it up so I could see it.  A syringe.
                “I think I’m in the mood to play nurse.” Her eyes sparkled as she moved towards me.  I tried to fight the vines, but the excruciating pain that shot through me sucked what little energy I did have completely dry. “Now don’t tire yourself out, Love.  I need to get a good strong sample.”
                At her words, another pair of vines shot out from the stone wall and slithered around my left arm; securing it tightly.  My trace had become dull in the last few days under whatever vacuum she had placed on my prison. 
                She slowly ran a finger down my cheek and smiled sympathetically. “Your sacrifices will not be in vain.  I can promise you that.” She dropped her hand and her golden eyes hardened, “But the slow, painful deterioration of your soul will be.  I’ve decided you owe me that.  It’s the least you can do.”
                “So, are you looking forward to spending eternity on Tartarus, or will an exception be made to send you straight to the pits of fire?” I asked in the same tone I’d use to ask about the weather.
                “You really think my own mother would sentence me to an eternity of hell?” she chuckled.    “Please tell me you aren’t that simpleminded.”
                “You know as well as I do that a certain level of evil is not tolerated.  Your mother’s decision will be overridden by the-“
                “Shut up!” she yelled and slapped me across the face.  It stung, but I hid it beneath a purposefully smug smile -- which only made her anger boil over. “Enough of this!  You are no more than a means to an end.  You will never be Prime.  You will never see your tramp or your family again.  You are nothing.” With that, she uncapped the syringe and drove it into my forearm; right through the eye of the skull.  My thoughts turned to Stasia as my world filled with pain and faded into darkness.

Oh Nadia!!  I can NOT wait to see her get what's coming to her!  Kristen knows that I will be knocking on her door the second she pushed the publish button so I can read this one.  I NEED it NOW!

Chosen is due out January 29th to catch up on Forsaken and Awaken if you haven't already 
and add Chosen to your TBR Shelf !  

Also, for you UtopYA peeps...Kristen will be there with a booth so be sure to read these book before you get to meet her in person!!  I for one can not wait to get me some signed paperbacks!  These are worthy of adding to my bookshelves for sure!

About the Author

I am a southern belle at heart with a crazy streak that desperately tries to escape at every opportunity. I love all things nostalgic, rustic, and quirky. I've been told I see the world through rose-colored glasses, but I prefer to think of them as kaleidoscope glasses - swirling and morphing reality into something I can digest (who hasn't pretended those pasty lima beans were really kiwi strawberry jelly beans?). 

I am the author of the DAUGHTERS OF THE SEA trilogy, which includes FORSAKEN, AWAKEN, and CHOSEN (Winter 2012). I love all books, but really enjoy writing young adult, paranormal romances. I've loved to write for as long as I can remember. My first published work was my poem RED in second grade (you guessed it - it was a poem about the color red - life altering, I know) that won me 5 gold stars and a spot in my elementary school's poetry book. That's when my addiction to the written word officially began. I was the only kid in fifth grade that actually enjoyed diagramming sentences. Go ahead and laugh - its okay. 

When I'm not writing I'm making jewelry, painting, drinking sweet tea, watching the discovery channel, or going on random adventures in the mountains of North Carolina with my amazing husband. I graduated from Appalachian State University and dream of becoming a full time novelist.
Stalk her on Twitter: @Krist10_day

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