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Thursday, February 28, 2019

Book Review: Blood Binds (Wyrd Blood Book 3) by Donna Augustine

Blood Binds (Wyrd Blood Book 3)
by Donna Augustine
February 17, 2019
Pages: 257
Ryker calls it an accident. I call it another betrayal. He didn't want me to leave but didn't fight to keep me by his side. Wronged magically and devastated emotionally, I exile myself to another country, Dorley. Now I perform tricks under a tent, my mystical gifts a common sideshow.

Just as I’m accepting my self-inflicted fate, Ryker makes a move that forces me back to the Valley. But an ancient evil is stirring and follows me. With magical stones disappearing, the power I possess within makes me a target. Old hurts have to be put aside and enemies must unite or an evil strong enough to destroy us all will be unleashed.

Bugs likes to fight with Ryker and when he steals her magic again by mistake it’s the last straw and she leaves for Dorley. Knife would love to make Bugs his, but she is still carrying a candle for Ryker even if she can’t admit it out loud. An evil force is following Bugs and she’s not sure how she will survive it, let alone keep it from destroying everyone and everything around.

Praise to Augustine for another exceptional book. Everyone has favorites, but I know that when I am reading a book and can’t keep the smile off my face that it’s truly a good read. Her female characters are always strong, and occasionally stubborn making them easy to relate to and her male characters usually have a strong ego and tend to lean towards “their way or no way” attitudes. Her supporting characters are nothing to sneeze at either, with quirks all their own. I hope this won’t be the last in an amazing series!

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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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