Cold Blood Blog Tour: Review

                                              
We are the next stop on this tour.



                                  COLD BLOOD BLURB

                                                           

                                                                 

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. Which happens more often than not for the freshman. Lucky for them, my presence has just stolen the spotlight, and they get a break from the daily joys of hazing. 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?

My Rating:    A MUST READ!!!

My Review:  Wow! What an awesome continuation in this thrilling story. Nothing better than an action packed story about werewolves & hunters.

Heather Hildenbrand has such a way with her writing, her words draw you in and have you hanging on to each and every one. I was glued to my kindle for 2 days reading this amazing book, I seriously just couldn't put it down. Many twists and turns that'll have you on the edge of your seat, always something exciting happening.

You get introduced to some new and exciting characters, and we also have our favourites back from book 1 Dirty Blood. This is a series I really recommend you sink your teeth into.

                                    

The writing is so good that it makes you wonder if the author took writing classes from online universities.


                                                         *******

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If you haven't read Dirty Blood yet than here's the link, KINDLE OR PAPERBACK

And here's a special excerpt from COLD BLOOD just to entice you even more...

When he was gone, I joined Grandma andmy mother; neither of which commented on the boy I’d seen. Then again, he’ddarted away so quickly they probably hadn’t recognized him from that far away.

As Grandma reached for the door, itswung open and a short, stocky man stepped out, holding it ajar with hisbackside. He smiled expectantly at Grandma–an action that pushed his roundglasses further up his nose–and crinkled his eyes so his irises disappearedbehind tiny slits.

"Edie, it's good to see you,"he said, holding his hand out towards her.

"Vernon." Grandma took hishand and then leaned in to kiss the man's cheek. His already flushed cheeksflamed a little brighter from her attention, and his eyes flicked to my mother.

"Hello, Elizabeth," he saidshyly.

My mother smiled back at him, a gesturethat was more genuine than I'd expected. "Vern, how are you?" She,too, leaned down and kissed his cheeks before passing through the doors.

Vernon reddened again and then lookedback at me. "Miss Godfrey. I’m Headmaster Whitfield. Welcome." Hewaved me inside with a polite gesture.

"Thanks," I mumbled.Headmaster? Was this place above using the word “principal?”

I heard the door close behind me, andthe robust headmaster stepped around me, heading for Grandma.

"You made good time," he saidas they took up the lead and drifted towards a side hallway.

Grandma responded with something abouttraffic and the Hummer being a smoother ride than you’d think. I tuned it outand stared at the lobby. The walls next to me were covered with long tapestriescolored to look like foreign flags and interspersed with large oil paintings ofsome alumni or another from decades past. Bronzed plaques hung underneath thepaintings, giving names and dates. Again, I was struck by how little this feltlike a normal school; College, maybe. More like the UN, though.

And what was that boy doing here? Did hego to school here? Grandma would know, since she'd brought him with her thatday as part of her team, but I couldn't ask her now. She was still locked inconversation with my new principal. Sorry, Headmaster.

"Tara." I turned at the soundof my mother's voice. She’d paused at the edge of a hallway where Grandma and Headmasterhad disappeared. Her foot tapped a harsh beat against the gleaming floor.

"Coming," I said.

The hallway we turned down felt muchmore like a school office. Flyers for various protocols and procedures werestuck to the walls or hung on bulletin boards. I passed a few doors, mostlyopen, and was greeted with polite smiles from secretary-looking women who lookedup at me over the rim of their reading glasses before going back to theclick-click of their computer keyboards.

At the end of the hall, I followed mymother into an office and found Grandma already sitting in a leather chairacross from Headmaster, who sat behind the biggest desk I'd ever seen. Despitehis roundness, he looked tiny behind that desk; or maybe his chair was too lowto the ground. I couldn't decide. He and Grandma were still talking andlaughing, but grew quiet when my mother shut the door behind me with a click.Grandma gestured for me to join her.

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