THE WARRIOR by Victoria Scott
Only three more weeks, guys. And then, Dante Walker’s story will come to a close! Guys! This is serious! I hate having to say goodbye to Dante Walker–he’s everything a book boyfriend should be. Ya know, what with him being a hot bad boy, who is sweet at the same time. He’s like a hot fudge sunday, if you know what I mean.
Thank you to Victoria for introducing us to The Walker Way.
War between heaven and hell is coming, but Dante Walker makes it look damn good.
Dante’s girlfriend, Charlie, is fated to save the world. And Aspen, the girl who feels like a sister, is an ordained soldier. In order to help both fulfill their destiny and win the war, Dante must complete liberator training at the Hive, rescue Aspen from hell, and uncover a message hidden on an ancient scroll.
Dante is built for battle, but even he can’t handle the nightmares where spiders crawl from Aspen’s eyes, or the look on Charlie’s face that foretells of devastation. To make matters worse, the enemy seizes every opportunity to break inside the Hive and cripple the liberators. But the day of reckoning is fast approaching, and to stand victorious, Dante will have to embrace something inside himself he never has before—faith.
The giveaway is for a THE COLLECTOR necklace, and pair of Dante Walker earrings, and is international. Come on–you know you want to win:)
Working for the devil turns you into something unfixable. It makes you a demon, forevermore. It teaches you to feel anger before anything else, and to fight dirty for those things you believe yours. But I don’t work for the devil anymore. I work for the good guys, even if I don’t act like one. My job now is to protect my girlfriend from my former boss, and to rescue my friend from hell.
No, I don’t work for the devil any longer. But I am still the man he made me. I am still angry, and volatile, and dangerous. I don’t like the things he’s done, and I’m not about to sit back quietly. After all, he taught me better than that. He loved me with the kindness of a serrated blade, and fed me from a spoon dipped in terror.
He made me into a monster.
But I will bite the hand that fed me.