From the Publisher
"Strong, compelling and wonderfully flawed, Violet is the kind of heroine that will keep readers enthralled and rooting for her until the final page is turned . . .This is one emotional thrill ride, filled with passion and suspense, ending with a cliffhanger that will leave readers panting for the next book." - Kirkus Reviews
" Violet remains an engaging, contemporary protagonist whose absorbing narrative interweaves intricate mythology, action suspense, and romantic complexities. Vibrant returning and new characters-including Violet's pal Steph, Grigori-in-training Spencer, and punk goth Zoe-further enliven the narrative, and the tantalizing ending will leave series readers anticipating the follow-up." - Booklist
"If you're into The Vampire Diaries, you'll love this book." - Seventeen.com Book Club
"Fans (like me!) of kick-ass-warrior-chick books like Vampire Academy will embrace this series for the adrenaline-rush/heart-pumping romance combo it provides." - Justine Spark Book Club
"Amazing history, hot romance, twisted suspense and even a character named Phoenix! All packed into a complicated world that leaves Violet unsure who to trust. Unputdownable." - Justine Spark Book Club
"Could I love this series more? Fast paced action, a strong warrior heroine, a forbidden romance. The first book is super romantic, and this one is action packed." - Justine Spark Book Club
VOYA - Jen McConnel
Seventeen has been a hard age for Violet Eden. First, she found out that she is a Grigori, a mortal imbued with angelic essence. Her job is to hunt down exiled angels and kill them. Then her life spun out of control, and Vi knows that the angels are pulling her strings. This book picks up where Embrace (Sourcebooks, 2012/Voya February 2012) left off, sweeping Violet deeper into the world of the Grigori. She and her fighting partner, Lincoln, have been studiously avoiding their more-than-friends connection, but then two Grigori elders appear to train Violet, and they stir things up. Nyla and Rudyard are partners in every sense of the word, even the ways that Violet has been told are impossible. Hope wells up, but despair is not far behind: her angelic mistake, Phoenix, is back, and this time there is no telling how far he is willing to go to prove that he can control Violet. More than pettiness motivates Phoenix, but by the time Violet sees his purpose, it is too late for her to take action. Violet and her companions are caught in a web of deceit, and it is hard to tell which illusions are harmless and which can kill. Fast paced, fraught with tension, and fantastic, this series will grab paranormal readers and not let go. One thing to be aware of: Shirvington does not go over much of the ground she covered in Embrace, so new readers will be lost if they pick up Entice first. Ages 12 to 18.
Shirvington strikes again with the second in the Embrace series, picking up only a month after Embrace (2012) left off. Violet is still struggling to come to terms with her powers, her profound yet forbidden feelings for her partner, Lincoln, and the powerful connection that still ties her to the dark and dangerous exile, Phoenix. There's little time for her to reflect, however, as she and her Grigori brethren race to locate the Scriptures and protect the identity of all Grigori before the exiles use them to gain the upper hand in their bloody quest for supremacy. The brethren now includes members of "the God Squad," a fantastic new cast of characters from the Grigori training center in New York. Things are further complicated by the real possibility that a traitor lurks in their midst and by Violet and Lincoln's desperation to understand whether the love they feel for each other will save them or ultimately destroy them. Strong, compelling and wonderfully flawed, Violet is the kind of heroine that will keep readers enthralled and rooting for her until the final page is turned. They will even forgive the numerous skips of her heartbeat every time she sees Lincoln. This is one emotional thrill ride, filled with passion and suspense, ending with a cliffhanger that will leave readers panting for the next book. (Paranormal romance. 14 & up)
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—Violet is now Grigori-an angel warrior, partnered with her would-be boyfriend, Lincoln. Alas, Grigori partners cannot be intimate; it weakens them-except when it strengthens them. Confused? Yeah, but that's okay. And Phoenix, Violet's former lover, tried to have her killed. But that's all in the past. Violet and Linc are kicking the butts of some exiles (fallen angels) as usual when big happenings stir up the angel world and Grigori leaders Nyla and Rudyard come to town with angels-in-training Zoe, Sal, and Spence. A love triangle between Violet, Spence, and Linc is quickly smothered-it was just Phoenix messing with Violet again. Other jealousies erupt when Linc spends time with Violet's nemesis, Magna. But then all is explained. Amid these romantic diversions and life-threatening upheavals, Violet and the gang must jet off to Jordan to try to find ancient scriptures before Phoenix as he will surely use them for evil purposes. But it seems that someone in the group is playing both sides. Despite the busy plot, the carefully constructed angel world actually works. Shirvington stands above the crowd of supernatural romance writers in her vivid descriptions of the Grigori fighting power. Readers familiar with Embrace (Sourcebooks, 2012) will most likely enjoy this book on a deeper level and understand the characters' motivations (particularly Violet's relationships with Phoenix and Lincoln), but it will appeal to new readers as well.Tara Kehoe, Plainsboro Public Library, NJ
Read an Excerpt
"No one takes my life away from me. I give it up of my own free will."
The angel had been ordered to make his choice. It had to be of his own free will. But what they asked of him carried a high price. He would most likely never return. Most likely be destroyed. Or worse.
And no one would ever know the truth.
"You have decided, then," a voice said to him.
I felt each moment as the angel did-the obscured version of time in what had to be an otherworldly place-but could see nothing. It was surreal; no people were visible-just their presence, or maybe auras.
It wasn't a question, what was said. They knew the moment he'd made the decision. They probably knew before him. He could sense them all around, the mighty Seraphim. Supreme knowledge lent them a powerful presence, but it was bitter this day.
"When the first of your tasks is complete, you will move on to the next. You must not reveal yourself or seek companionship with anyone, especially exiles, unless for the purposes of fulfilling your objectives."
"You will spend three years before the day on which you must act arrives. He has his role to play. It is not possible without your actions first."
And he did understand. He had made this decision of his own free will, despite the sacrifice, for he knew it had only been asked of him because he was the perfect choice.
He felt the universe around him, the freedom of unfettered dominion over space and realm, and wondered when he would again feel this, if ever.
"Take a name of the times when you are there. Now go."
And so it was. He made the transition amid images of mobs and anger. To his destiny. To death. The flash of a kiss. All things to come.
A fog cleared around me and my surroundings came into view. I was suddenly in my art studio. Standing by the window was a figure I recognized. The one I suspected was my angel maker.
"What's your name?" I asked, still amazed by the way my words seemed to float through the air in these dreams, as if they had their own physical presence.
"It does not matter. But you may call me Lochmet if you require a title."
"What does that mean?"
I swallowed, suddenly nervous. The way he said it, with such force and confidence, made him seem so powerful.
"Why did you show me that angel? I don't get it."
"Not yet. But you will. It is but a strand of one existence, from a very long time ago."
"No, please don't...Just tell me."
He turned to face me, his shoulders squared, and I struggled with conflicting urges-one drawing me toward him, the other, to cower away. I was sure he could see it, see right through me, which only made me more vulnerable.
"We all have the capacity to find the will to do what must be done-even when that which we must do terrifies us most. Remember this."
"That's it? That doesn't explain anything. Who was he? I thought it was against angel law to exile to earth. How come the Seraphim asked it of that angel?"
He considered me for another delayed, vacant moment before his head tilted toward a painting beside him. The vision of a sandy beach with a midnight blue sea crashing against rocks seemed to affect him. He stretched his arm out and brushed his fingers lightly across the textured ripples of the oil-painted canvas. For just a moment, the silence between us was almost comfortable.
But when he looked back at me, I knew: he wasn't going to tell me any more about the angel he had shown me.
"Be mindful. A traitor is within your fold," he said.
He shook his head and turned back to the window.
"You must walk your path; leave the footprints as evidence of your journey. I cannot take it...or change it."
His voice held the first hint of emotion-a small, almost undetectable, quiver.
"But you did help me," I started. "Two years ago, in that classroom..." Even in my dream, I felt the sickening memories and the lump in my throat willing me not to go on. "It couldn't have been anyone else. You sent that teacher across the school to intervene."
I swallowed hard, fought to hold onto my train of thought, not detour to that day, to that teacher holding me down while I struggled beneath his heavy weight.
"You interfered," I said, then dropped my head. "Thank you."
His silence was all the confirmation I needed. I looked around the room, unsure what to say next. My paintings surrounded me, but unlike before, they now included those that I had only planned, envisioned. Somehow, this room held the paintings of my imagination.
From behind me, I heard a roar. The deepest rumble, so strong it reverberated up my legs and into my spine.
"My lion," I whispered.
I spun around in dreamy slow motion. There was nothing there. I turned back to the angel. He was gone. Sprinkles of rain spattered in through the crack in the window.
I stood, waiting.
And then everything around me exploded in a flash of color that settled to nothing. I was nowhere, all alone apart from the rain, startlingly cold, stinging my face with every sharp landing.
Shards of ice.
Cold enough to wake me up.