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Thursday, October 25, 2018

Book Review: Full Blood (Wyrd Blood Book 2) by Donna Augustine

Full Blood (Wyrd Blood Book 2)
by Donna Augustine
October 21, 2018
Pages: 257
One monster wants my soul. One man wants my magic. Me? I want to be left alone to live my life out like a dull, one of the lucky people who were born devoid of magic. But that won’t happen because being born a Wyrd Blood gives me two choices in life: ruler or slave.

I’d rather die than be a slave and I’m not cut out to rule. Instead, I’ve been hiding out in the Valley. Life is pretty good here, with food in my belly and a warm bed to sleep. If I didn’t get harassed constantly by Ryker, the man who wants my magic, it might be good enough to lull me into thinking life could continue on like this forever.

UntiI I get a message from Bones, the monster who owns my soul…

Bugs has always had to fight for everything she has ever gotten, so why should her soul and magic be any different? A deal she had no control over, promised her to a monster and the one man who promised to help her only seems to want to control her and her magic.

Bugs is a funny girl with plenty of snark and attitude. She is bound and determined that no one will tell her what to do and that she doesn’t need anyone, except maybe her best friend Ruck. She reminds me of an immature teenager that trusts no one, knows everything and is never wrong, which is what makes her such an endearing character. Given a little bit of time you can see the woman she has the potential to become. Ryker is one of those men, who gives away nothing and has perfected his poker face. He is arrogant, annoying, as well as caring and kind. The sparks that fly between Ryker and Bugs are spectacular opening up all kinds of possibilities for the next book.

Review: Wyrd Blood (Wyrd Blood book 1)

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About the Author:
Donna Augustine was an odd child, had a brief moment of conformity in early adulthood and then decided to embrace her craziness as the years rolled by. It's her inner crazy that she credits with coming up with the ideas for her books. One part hypochondriac, a few dashes of paranoia, topped with a sliver of uptight and delivered with a relaxed flair, she kicked the proverbial box down the yellow brick road a couple years ago to embrace her true self.

She can be reached by a carrier pigeon, set free in a south by north direction, where she resides in Neverland with her two Siberian cats. Cats who, by the way, aren't as hypoallergenic as she believed they'd be.

For the conventional minded, and those of you without a pigeon on hand, she can be reached at She responds to most emails within three dusk periods.

P.S. For those of you looking for the discarded box, it was sitting beside the road for a while but has since disappeared completely.

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