Thursday, February 19, 2015

Mundie Moms Blog Tours, Guest Post, & Giveaway: Vendetta (Catherine Doyle)

Vendetta by Catherine Doyle: Releases February 24, 2015

Think Romeo and Juliet meets The Godfather. Oh yeah. #bloodforblood #Vendetta

Blood Will Spill, Hearts Will Break: With a fierce rivalry raging between two warring families, falling in love is the deadliest thing Sophie could do. An epic debut set outside modern-day Chicago.

For Sophie, it starts as just another slow, hot summer in Cedar Hill. Then a new family moves into the long-abandoned mansion across the street: the Falcone family, with its five mysterious brothers. Unable to resist bad boy Nicoli, Sophie finds herself falling for him--and into his world. But just as the dark secrets of the Falcones begin to come to light, the skeletons of her own family, the Gracewells, rise to the surface, too. And soon Sophie is torn between the desires of two warring dynasties: the one she was born into and the one she's now in love with. But she'll have to choose between passion and honor. And when she does, blood will spill and hearts will break. Because in this twisted underworld, loyalty can mean the difference between life and death.

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Catherine Doyle lives in the west of Ireland. She holds a bachelor's degrees in psychology and a master's degree in English from the National University of Ireland, Galway. Vendetta is her first novel. Catherine lives in Galway, Ireland. Follower Catherine on Twitter @Doyle_cat and on Tumblr at

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Praise for Vendetta:

Even Victoria Scott said this about it: “Fan-freaking-tastic…I honestly can’t say enough good things about it! I would read anything Cat Doyle writes after flying through Vendetta!!”

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Favorite Quotes from VENDETTA

“I didn’t turn around, but I was sure I could feel the shadow’s eyes – his eyes – on the back of my neck as I ran. The distant sound of laughter followed me through the darkness.”

“I felt a strange mixture of triumph and nausea as I turned the blade over in my hand. It was six inches long and razor-sharp. I flicked it closed. The handle was heavy and gold and, in the middle near the base, a crest had been etched into it.”

“I had to fight the urge to take his chin between my forefinger and thumb to hold his gaze still enough that he’d level with me. Was this the truth or a well-versed lie?”

“Another flash of lightning lit up his face, and I could see it was bleak with the memory. He slumped backwards against the door, his stance defeated. Whatever game of truth we had been playing, I had won, and I felt queasy because of it.”

“His inky-brown eyes, the curve of his upper lip, the way his hair curled beneath his ears. There was something nebulous about him, something dark and uncertain. It ignited a kind of uneasiness in me that I hadn’t felt in a long time.”

“‘The trouble is,’ I said, my voice catching in my throat, ‘I don’t know what you are.’

Nic held my gaze steady. ‘Maybe that’s half the fun of it.’”

“There is beauty everywhere; even in the dark, there is light, and that is the rarest kind of all.”

“I knew I couldn’t trust my illogical heart, and that meant I had to do everything in my power to stay away from him so I wouldn’t have to.”

“It must be difficult to look beneath the mask,’ I said, my throat suddenly tight.

Valentino raised his chin. ‘No more difficult than it is to wear one.’”

“It was an uncomfortable feeling, staring into the darkest moments of someone’s soul without them knowing.”

“The sun was making Luca’s blue eyes shine, so that he seemed almost friendly, but there was nothing friendly about the edge in his voice when he answered me. ‘When I ask someone to do something, I usually don’t have to ask twice.”

“I studied our fingers, his olive skin against the paleness of mine, his grip sure and strong. It felt different. It felt right. 

‘I would never hurt you,’ he said quietly.

‘I know.’”

“He stared at me so hard it took my breath away, and after an agonizing moment, he responded quietly. ‘Because you’re a good person.’

I glowered at him. ‘That makes one of us.’” 

“‘But you didn’t see the danger, did you? Because you see only the parts you want to see, and you are blind to all else.’”

“I couldn’t tell him it was OK. It was a million miles away from being OK. But I offered him something small: a soft, watery smile for the boy who had kissed me like I had never been kissed before. He had goodness in him, even if it was buried far beneath the codes he lived his life by.”

“I’m not punching Bambi in the face.”

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