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FURY
Seven Deadly #3
Fisher Amelie
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: May 4, 2015

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.

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This book deserves a million gold stars! I am stunned. Completely in awe of this book… Fisher Amelie ripped open my insides and poured my heart and soul out with this book. FURY is not what I expected. Naturally I expected greatness since this is probably one of my absolute go to favorite series but I got so much more. It was powerful, infuriating, beautiful, and exceptional. Finley and Ethan are on a whirlwind journey of danger and human depravity, one that you will not be able to leave the same as you were when you started.

There are so many things in this story that impacted me and I wanted to dissect it all but I do not want to ruin anything for you. So let me first say READ IT! This book is powerful. The two main characters, Finley and Ethan, are two very broken people. Finley has lived a life of pain, heartache, and abuse. She hides her demons, choosing to see beauty and hope in life. She is a woman who is wise beyond her years, a woman who reflects beauty and brokenness. Ethan is a man who loved and lost many times over. He is a man brimming with red hot anger- an anger that clouds his judgement and sets him on a path of destruction. Yet his friendship with Finely is the thing that saves him: a friendship that turns into a beautiful and timeless love story.

This book deals with some very heavy issues that I was honestly not prepared for. Each book in the Seven Deadly Series addresses heavy issues that Fisher takes in stride, showing the beauty and horrors of humanity- giving our characters choices and life lesson- lessons that the reader cannot help but contemplate and evaluate within our personal lives. Knowing this I should have expected something was coming but my heart was not prepared for the power of Fisher Amelie’s words. I cried when I read this book. I have been in places like Vietnam where Finley goes and I have done what she did in both my own state and in the nations of the world. As I read this book, I felt deeply and cried for the pain inflicted and the innocence lost. I felt Ethan’s fury- a fury that I have felt it in my bones when looking young men and women marred by tragedy. This book encompasses so much and it felt like a passionate cry for justice and peace. I don’t think I can truly express my gratitude for Fisher Amelie and the fact that she has taken yet another theme so intertwined with my heart and put it on the global stage for the world to see. When you read this book the only option you have is to change and carry this story in your heart and mind.

Ethan and Finley’s story is wonderful. They fight together, bleed together, laugh and cry together. These two are the perfect completion and counterbalance to the sadness and the anger. Watching Ethan fight his fury was adrenaline pumping. This man came from the brink once and then when he went back to that place, he gave up so much of his heart and soul to accomplish his plans. He literally embodied fury and there was nothing else he could contain in his soul-his love for Finley never wavering but changing. It consumed him until he had no way out. His love for Finley was strong but his release of his anger, despair, and hatred was the only way for him to survive. The violence at times felt so vindicated yet hollow. His path was narrow and foreboding. When he came out of the haze, the path of destruction was something he had to live with and face head on.

When the chaos settles and the peace reigns, I could not stop smiling at the epilogue. Despite the pain and depravity, Finley and Ethan find a deep love, purpose, and peace together. So when you pick this book up, prepare yourself. This book will tear down what you thought you knew and you will come out on the other side better and stronger than before. Fisher, thanks for being so incredibly awesome and sharing this beautiful and haunting story with the world. It has touched my heart!

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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And don’t miss the first two books in the Seven Deadly series!

VAIN (Seven Deadly #1)

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GREED (Seven Deadly #2)

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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 The Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough Novel Award.

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Release Blitz + Review + Excerpt + Giveaway: FURY (Seven Deadly #3) by Fisher Amelie