( August 4th to August 13th, 2015)
Ignited(Unclaimed 2) by Laurie Wetzel
Firstly I would like to thank the lovely Laurie & NetGalley for kindly providing me with a copy of “Ignited” to read and review
I must admit having an “Angel” as your boyfriend sounds pretty amazing, I mean com’on….HE’S A FREAKING, FEATHER WINGED, GOWN WEARING, OTHER WORLDLY ANGEL!
After learning of the abilities and the fact that there getting stronger by the day Maddy is being hunted by demons who want to use her and the possibility of being hunted by the Angels too, well that’s if MJ can keep her hidden any longer….?
We are introduced to some new characters in “Ignited”, who are described effectively and feel just as real as they would be if you met them like every other Joe blogs on the side-walk…
Will Maddy be able to handle her powers/abilities?
Can she trust MJ and his fellow Angelic friends?
Will she finally find out the truth of her parents?
What will happen when Evil finally catches up on her?
I would highly recommend this book and series to any reader.
MaddyI’m dating an angel.Up until yesterday, I thought they didn’t exist. Now I’m falling in love with one.Considering the insane events that have happened in the last five days—especially the last twenty-four hours—I shouldn’t be focusing on what MJ is. I am, though.Whether or not I believed in them, angel references are everywhere. They appear in books, movies, and TV, wearing anything from white togas to trench coats. Their image has been made into figurines and appears on jewelry and even clothes. They’re a symbol of hope that billions of people all over the world have accepted. Some people pray to them daily, assured in their beliefs; others do it in times of desperation, when all hope seems lost. So many people have prayed for a miracle—prayed for proof that someone is listening.Why then was I chosen over all of them?I glance over at MJ lying beside me on Hiniker Bridge. He’s staring at the clouds with his head resting on his arms. It’s easy to forget what he is. His short brown hair is messy as if only his fingers have touched it, his hazel eyes suck me in no matter how far apart we are, and his smile shines brighter than high beams on the darkest night. He wears plain white shirts and dark jeans, and somehow on him they look better than a designer outfit—not that I wouldn’t mind seeing him in one. The only thing keeping him from being perfect is the silence coming from his chest.My heart stutters, pounding out the truth I can’t ignore. MJ is dead.He is dead and I am not.A sigh unintentionally leaves my lips.MJ rolls to face me. “What is it?”I offer a weak smile. “Nothing.”He reaches out, taking my hand. A buzzing jolt of energy—his essence—courses through my body, searching for any clues as to what upset me. He frowns, not liking whatever he found.“No more secrets, remember?”All morning we’ve been sharing small details of our lives, making good on the promise we made yesterday. MJ’s asked me about school, hobbies, and music. I’ve asked about places he’s traveled and what foods he’d like to try now that he can taste again. As nice as it is to have time like this—where everything is calm—we’re both deflecting.He’s distracting me from thinking about yesterday—the worst day of my life. I’m avoiding anything even remotely related to his angelic side. But we can’t avoid it forever. At some point, we’ll have to talk about it if I want to have a true relationship with him.