Wednesday, November 30, 2011

COLD BLOOD Blog Tour!!

I am very pleased to be a part of Heather Hildenbrand's blog tour featuring Cold Blood, the latest in the Dirty Blood series!  So without further ado, let's take a look at Cold Blood! 

Wood Point Academy is not at all what I expected. For one thing, it looks like a cross between military school and Buckingham Palace. Everyone stares, the floors shine so bright you can see your reflection in them from a mile away, and no one smiles. Unless they're kicking your butt in the process.
At least I've got plenty to take my mind off the fact that my psycho cousin, Miles De'Luca, keeps calling and declaring his love and promising to come for me just as soon as he's destroyed anyone standing in our way. Wes isn't going to like that idea. So between Miles, Wood Point's evil welcoming committee, and the drill sergeant hottie trainer from hell, I just keep asking myself, how did I end up here?

Cold Blood is Book 2 in the Dirty Blood series. It is available for purchase on Amazon and Barnes & Noble as e-book and coming soon to paperback. To read more about the Dirty Blood series, visit

My Review 
The action continues in Cold Blood!  Tara has so many changes taking place in her life and now to top it all off, she is sent away to a boarding school for hunters!  Things keep getting more complicated & more threats are always around the corner.  Wes's absence to take charge of the Cause adds even more stress to Tara's life (and mine, I really missed Wes!!).  At least she makes some new friends to help her out at a boarding school that is less than friendly.  Cambria is definitely my favorite of those new friends, she is sweet and spunky with dangerous edge.  I can't wait to see what happens next for Tara!

And now, as a special treat, here is an excerpt from Cold Blood!!

I sat there, still as a statue, until the recorded voice had asked me three times whether I wanted to save or delete the message. I hit the button to end the call and let the phone fall to my lap. I stared blankly out the windshield, trying to decide whether I was actually even surprised by Miles' call. Not really. I guess I'd known he would contact me when he found out his shot had missed the mark. The thing that bothered me was the way he spoke. He sounded so much like Leo; smooth charm with a layer of psycho and a dash of sarcasm.
   I shuddered. Movement outside caught my eye, and I looked up. Grandma held the door for my mother, who had a drink tray in one hand and a bag of greasy breakfast sandwiches in the other. Grandma let go of the door and took the bag from my mother before they started towards the car. If I wasn't freaking out, I might've been able to appreciate the fact that they were being nice to each other.
   Instead, I punched the power button on my phone and shoved it back into my backpack just as they reached the car. In that split second, I decided not to tell my mom. I didn’t even have time to second guess it before she opened her car door and hauled herself inside.
"Sausage biscuit?" she asked, handing a wrapped sandwich over her shoulder.
I mumbled a “thanks” and took it as Grandma settled in the driver's seat and passed me a paper coffee cup. Steam rose through the tiny hole in the lid. I set the food aside and wrapped both hands around it, enjoying the emanating warmth. Grandma turned the key and the Hummer roared to life. In no time, we were back on the highway.
I ate my sandwich, or what little of it I could manage to get down. The voice mail had pretty much killed my appetite. All I could think about was Leo, and how truly crazy he’d been. Not only because he was willing to kill his own flesh and blood, but he'd made sure to instill the same kind of narcissistic hate in his own son. I still didn't understand why, completely, but I was pretty sure I knew who had answers.
"Mom, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," she answered, without turning. "What's up?"
"I was thinking about Leo. I mean, what happened to make him hate us so much?"
My mother sighed, and Grandma glanced over at her, like she was wondering if my mother was even going to answer.
A minute passed.
"Tara, can we talk about this some other time?"
"You said that last time." Even though she couldn't see me, I crossed my arms over my chest, defiantly. She wouldn't put me off again. "When you told me about being related to him, and I asked why that would make him want to kill me, you said, 'There's a lot you don't understand and I can't take the time to explain it all right now', remember?"
My mother’s shoulders rose and fell like she was sighing again, but no sound came out. "You're right. I did."
"And you also said you'd stop treating me like I'm helpless," I pointed out. Saying the words made me grit my teeth. If she'd really meant them, she wouldn't be about to drop me off at a boarding school in the middle of nowhere.
"You're right," she said, “I did say that.” She paused for so long I wondered if she was ignoring me. Finally, she glanced over at Grandma and spoke.
To find out where you can read the next installment of Cold Blood,


  1. OMG! I must get a copy of this book. The excerpts that are being provided have me absolutely hooked. Can't wait to read the sequel!

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  2. The excerpts are so tantalizing. It stops just when its getting interesting. And imagine, a whole book full of tantalizing.

    Thanks for the posting!