Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Incite (Ignite #2) by Erica Crouch ~ Blog Tour ~ #Giveaway ~ Excerpts & #Review ~ #Paranormal Romance

Book Info Incite, by Erica Crouch

Publisher: Patchwork Press
Release Date: February 17, 2015

Synopsis: Earth is in ruins, and the war of Heaven and Hell has spilled over into the mortal world. In the frozen wasteland of the apocalypse, Azael and his band of cohorts search for Pen and Michael with orders to kill. Little does he know that his sister has incited a rebel army of her own.

Angels and demons alike stand side by side, ready and willing to fight for a future they didnt realize they could have. Change doesn't come easy, though. Pen is wary of joining New Genesis's revolution, but when Azael shows his hand and Pen learns all that he holds over them, she chooses to fight back, no matter the risk. She only has to survive, one hour at a time.

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Blurb for Ignite (Ignite #1):

Penemuel (Pen) fell from grace over a millennium ago, yet there are still times she questions her decision to follow her twin brother, Azael, to Hell. Now that the archangel Michael has returned, threatening Lucifer’s vie for the throne, she begins questioning everything she has always believed.

As Hell prepares for war—spreading a demonic virus and pilfering innocent souls to build an army—the lines separating the worlds blur. Fates erase and the future is left unwritten. Azael is determined that he and his sister will continue to serve as demons together, but for the first time in her life, Pen is not ruled by destiny. She has the freedom of choice.

With choice comes sacrifice, and Pen must decide which side she’s willing to risk everything fighting for: the light, or the dark.

Blurb for Entice (Ignite #1.5):

With the aftertaste of Heaven still strong, Pen and Azael cloak themselves in their new demonic destinies, fighting for Lucifer against the angels. Pen, warring against former friends turned vengeful enemies, still struggles with defecting to Hell. But in one short battle, they go from forgotten to famous, thrust into the spotlight where she has no room for uncertainty.

Suddenly top-tiered demons, they’re tasked with seeing through hell’s new agenda: corrupting man. But tarnishing Eden isn’t as simple as they thought it would be, especially when they’re forced to work with another team of demons who are trying to claw their way up the ladder of power.

Entice is an e-novella that prequels Pen and Azael’s story in Ignite.

Erica Crouch Biography

Erica Crouch is a young adult and new adult author from Baltimore, Maryland. She has a strange blended aesthetic of cute and spooky, and her books reflect her ever changing mood. (You may find romance, you may find gore—sometimes both in the same book, but probably not at the same time. Probably.)

Erica is the cofounder of Patchwork Press, an author-powered publisher of middle grade, young adult, and new adult titles. She is the head of editorial services and design, with nearly fifty projects to her name. Find a complete list of Erica’s books at

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What to say, well I really love this series. And was shocked on the turn of events in this one. It was the edge of your seat type of exciting. Kept me up late into the night devouring it. I was hooked.

I guess the only think I disliked was the point of view from Azael, as I do not like him, and didn't want to be in his evil head. I actually did more skimming on his parts as he is too disturbing for me. I think it would have been better to have a lot less of him, getting every other chapter was a bit too much for me. He is evil, and could do with less of the inner workings of his mind.

I would liked if there would have been at least a few parts from Michael's point of view. He would have been much more interesting to me.

Overall though, I am a huge fan of this series. I liked book one, and this one best. Didn't really care so much for the novella of Pen and Azael before book one, when she was also still evil. Wasn't as great to me. Anyway they all are worth reading for sure, and can't wait for what is next.

I do recommend these books, and give this one 5 of 5 stars

I was provided a copy of this book for my honest review.

From Chapter 7 | Pen

“Since when do you work with angels, Nicor?” I ask, spitting on the ground to get rid of the taste of the gag.

“Since when do you?” Nicor counters.

Sidriel comes closer to me, running his fingers up the flat of Michael’s sword. “Times are changing, child.”

Michael tries to move his arm out of the ropes that wrap around his entire torso. They bound him much more securely than they tied me. I should be insulted.

“So, what? You’re going to kill us?” I ask, looking between the two. “Then do it already. Quit stalling. Or do you not have the stomach for it?”

Pen, Michael’s voice warns in my head.

I glare at Nicor. “Never were one for blood and gore, huh? Drowning is so much easier. Less messy. Would hate to have you mess up your hair.”

The exhaustion that tugged me down earlier is all but dissipated, eaten away by the anger I have in the face of death. I won’t go this way. Won’t let Nicor kill me. Please.

Nicor walks away from me and tucks himself at the base of a tree, sitting with his legs stretched in front of him, his ankles crossed. “I’m in no rush,” he says. “Besides, the job pays more if we keep you alive.”

I look at Michael then Sidriel, who smiles at me.

“Then you’re working for Azael?”

“We work for nothing but gold,” Sidriel says, a flash of fury lighting his orange eyes. “Whose pockets it comes from makes no difference.”

I snort. “Right. Keep telling yourself that. You’re just lowly foot soldiers now.” I make sure Sidriel meets my gaze when I say, “A bit of a step-down from Prince, no?”

Sidriel drops Michael’s sword next to Nicor, propping it up against the tree. He produces a golden sickle and strikes out, but not at me. The curved blade pulls across Michael’s leg, tearing him open. His pants rip, and all I see is hot, pink muscle. The only reaction Michael gives is a low groan and the tightening of his jaw, a tension in his forehead. He closes his eyes against the pain, and my stupid courage withers in my stomach.

“Stop!” I scream.


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