Friday, May 8, 2015

Fury (Seven Deadly Sins, #3) by Fisher Amelie [Review + Giveaway]

Prepare Yourselves.

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.

4 Revenge-Filled Stars

I love Fisher Amelie. I love that her books are YA. I think she’s sweet, adorable and completely squeezable.  I love her so much I knitted her baby a headband < --- I’m that crazy.  I’ve waited over two years for this book!  So I will say this, Fury was a good book. It had action, suspense, drama and a complex Hero, EVERYTHING I crave for in a read, but a huge portion of this book takes place in Vietnam. I’m Vietnamese, so with that said, I take everything to heart (meaning this book hit close to home).

We know Ethan from Greed. He was going to give up his kidney for Cricket. But, she’s with Spencer now and so Ethan is really angry. As he should be. I feel for him. I completely do. I feel his wrath, his pain, his anger, all of it.

I wanted to see Ethan explode and go crazy.

Ethan is self-destructive, he drinks and has no purpose or direction in life, until Finley.  Finley is different. She’s spunky, light, and seems very carefree.

Ethan and Finley have this unique and 100% platonic relationship. I love this! I love the innocence of Fisher books. I love the emotional build-up between the main characters. I love how Finley indirectly shapes Ethan. He’s her light.  I also like Finley’s complex past. It adds great tension.

 You’re a tortured soul, you are

She was my permanent fixture

Finley goes to Vietnam. Ethan finds out Finley goes to Vietnam to save children from being trafficked into prostitution or just forced into prostitution in general.

Okay, here I have to jump in. This part was VERY HARD for me to read. Being Vietnamese, I understand this happens. I completely get it, but I am Vietnamese so you can see how I have a complex on this. I loved the Vietnamese references, Fisher did her homework and it felt like I was in Vietnam. She references different Vietnamese dishes and culture cues, like the “Vietnamese hat” and even Vietnamese slang (which I say daily). I have no issue with this, in fact, I loved this.

It was just hard very hard for me to read, it was just too personal for me.

As Ethan stays in Vietnam with Finley, he stays and helps her on her mission.

I was going to save children and earn Finley Dyer both at the same time

I liked that Ethan was putting his attention towards this mission, saving the children, verse being mad at Spencer. It was a good change in the book. I sometimes felt like Ethan’s character was a bit drastic and extreme. I liked how much he cares for Finley and the mission, but I also wanted him to pause and rethink his actions for a moment. I think I feel like this because I empathized with everyone (even the bad guys, they are after all, Vietnamese).  

As Ethan and Finley work more together, they notice their once platonic relationship isn’t so platonic anymore.  Feelings are surfacing but at the same time tensions are high because not everyone likes what Ethan and Finley’s group is doing.

Fury built within me with such rapid heat, I thought my hands would melt through the surface of the island

You were a shelter I’d never even asked for. You are still my shelter, Ethan

This is the part where it gets suspenseful and full of action. I usually love this in books, but with my personal issues, I cringed at some of the parts and I was a bit overwhelmed.

With all of that said (and I probably didn’t make too much sense) I wanted to tell you my personal opinion of the book, but I also want to note that it’s a really personal opinion. NOT everyone will feel like me. In fact, I can guarantee you that people will love it!

I love this series and if you do to, you will not be disappointed. Amelie didn’t let her fans down.
An ARC was provided 

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?”
“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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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 Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon's Breakthrough Novel Award.