Fury by Fisher Amelie Review and Giveaway


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.

11149658_1046336845395790_5445163262391507940_oRebecca Review-001I became a big fan of Fisher Amelie after reading VAIN a few years ago. It is not only a beautiful story but delivers a powerful message to readers about doing more and being a better person. After reading three of her books, it is now a standard I have come to expect and FURY is no exception. Some authors write to make you laugh, swoon, or simply escape. Ms. Amelia is in the minority of authors who constantly challenges her readers and how our actions, no matter how insignificant can be life changing.

FURY begins shortly after the end of GREED. While it can be enjoyed as a Stand Alone, I recommend reading GREED. It sets the back-story for Ethan and his frame of mind as the book unfolds. He is battling overwhelming anger and hurt after his idea of forever is shattered. Then enters Finley, a high school friend and they form a fragile friendship.

We were broken, the both of us, apart, but together we were whole, perfect, flawless, and intact. Collectively, we were absolute.

I adored Finley from the first moments of the book and my adoration for her only grew. While Ethan is the primary focus, in many ways Finley shines throughout the story. She refuses to allow her life tragedies dampen her spirit. She takes action in the most appropriate way she knows. She struggles to give a voice to those who have none and needs to heal in her own way. Her relationship with Ethan was moving to watch unfold. I could almost feel the love pouring from her and how she constantly challenged him.

“That’s just it, Fin. I’m not afraid of anything, not even death, but you? You I’m afraid of.”

I cannot lie and say Ethan didn’t scare me. Honestly, most of the time he frightened me immensely. His emotions are so raw, and I always felt he was only a heartbeat away from losing it all. Somehow, Finley becomes his balance and in many ways, his savior.  Their relationship is complex and a slow buildup. Given their circumstances, anything less would have seemed rushed and unnatural. The links he goes to in order to protect Finley push the boundaries of true love and sacrifice.  While I did have issues surrounding the ending, I still enjoyed this book immensely!  It definitely challenged my beliefs about what is and isn’t acceptable in the name of revenge. I cannot wait to read what Ms. Amelie writes next.

four star


I decided that night I no longer cared to get myself under control. I decided I wanted a drink instead.

“Vi, one more?”

            “Sure, darlin’.”

I nodded when she set down the glass and walked toward another customer.

            “I’m surprised you’re in here again,” I heard over my shoulder, and I tensed.

            “What are you doing here?” I asked Finley.

            “Lookin’ for your dumb ass.”

            “Why?” I asked as she sat down beside me.

            “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I’m an idiot? Maybe because I’m bored?” She sighed. “I don’t know.”

            The bell above the door rang out and we both turned to see Spencer Blackwell and Cricket Hunt walk in holding hands as if they didn’t have a care in the world.

            I narrowed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. “What the fuck are they doing here?” I asked no one.

            My eyes locked in on them as they moved to the opposite side of the large room. They had no idea I was there. They sat together, totally unaware that their mere existence in that moment bruised me more brutally than I’d felt in a long time. I studied Caroline, the palm of my hand absently rubbing at the knot in the center of my chest. My Caroline. She had no idea just how much she’d worn me out since we’d broken up, worn my body and my soul. I felt too heavy to carry around since she’d gone from me. Far too heavy. She’d been unintentionally cruel, but cruel nonetheless. So I swallowed back the lump in my throat, a lump she’d put there with our childhood memories, our laughs, our love. The ache. The awful ache she caused me.

I continued to watch her. She was laughing, so happy, and very much in the moment with him. And that’s when I saw it. Saw what Finley and everyone else saw. She had never looked at me the way she was looking at him, and I was suddenly sick with jealousy and a terrible, terrible hatred. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and I snapped. My hands trembled on the surface of my glass and I breathed from my nose in seething anger.

Finley whipped her head my direction, her eyes wide. “Let’s go,” she pleaded.

“Get out of here,” I ordered her.

“No,” she whispered, placing her hand on my own.

I peered into her eyes. “Just. Go.”

I stood up and threaded my way through the bodies. There was nothing planned, no finite idea, but I knew I wanted to get to my truck, the passenger side, the glove box. I shoved through the bar door and into the summer night, my blood pumping through my veins. My truck was parked in the space closest to the street, and each footstep it took to get me there felt like an eternity. I clomped through the gravel lot and threw open the passenger door. I’d forgotten that the glove box had been locked. My hand found my pocket to dig out my keys but they were stuck at odd angles, making it difficult or maybe it was that I was too drunk to remove them with any kind of finesse. This made me pause, but my body couldn’t catch up with the thought and I pitched forward, my hand clumsily finding the edge of the roof of the cab. I swayed and the memory of his hand on her neck renewed my fury.

“I told you you’d feel my wrath, Spencer Blackwell,” I spoke to no one. “And I never break a promise.”

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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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