Title: Unreap My Heart (The Reaper Series, #2)
Author: Kate Evangelista
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Release: September 17, 2013
Age Group: Young Adult
Event organized by: AToMR Tours
When Death is stabbed with a dagger that sucks out his powers, Balthazar
is roped into helping him find the Redeemer, the only one who can remove
the dagger. But nothing is free in the Underverse. For travelling to the most
dangerous places in the Underverse, Balthazar asks Death for control of the
Arianne was ready to pay Death’s price to save Niko. She was ready to be blind
with no memory of the boy she loves. Instead, she wakes up in a strange room,
still able to see and with Niko in a deep sleep. She agrees to work with Balthazar
on the condition: Death needs to wake Niko. But Arianne soon finds out that
helping the bad guy means having to do lots of bad things.
“For every innocent death, an angel weeps an ocean of tears."
I was so excited to start this book seeing how much I loved the first one "Reaping Me Softly". So before I say anything else I'd like to thank the author Kate Evagilista and Tracy Olsen for giving me the Arc Of Unreap My Heart to read and review :)
UnReap My heart has POV's of both our main characters in the book Balthazar and Arianne. The story starts with Balthazar's POV. Balthazar had been banished to the Nether for challenging Death for his position and losing the fight. Now that he's back he still wants what he did a thousand years ago. To defeat Death and claim his seat. Being inside Balthazar's head we get to know what and how he plans to do exactly that. But when he reaches his destination he finds things in a way he didn't quite expect. The crossroads are on a lockdown! Reason? Death has been stabbed!! And the traitor had been a midst them. Now the problem is that the dagger by which death has been stabbed can only be removed by a Redeemer. And only those with a human tie can see and recognize them. Enter Arianne. If you remember from the previous book Death was supposed to take away Ari's sight as well as her memories of Niko but death being stabbed during the process kind of stalled that. So Ari is still able to see and remember Nico. So to save him and his humanity she makes a deal with death to go with Balthazar to find and bring the redeemer to remove the dagger from death's chest.
You must be wondering why didn't Balthazar simply attack Death and defeat him right? Well because he has a sense of honor of course! :D He's unwilling to fight death when he's already so weak.Thus Ari and Balthazar set out to find the said Redeemer.
I absolutely loved the banter between these two. The way they got on each others's nerves had me laughing out so many times.But the road to find the redeemer is not as simple as it sounds. As the journey progresses we get to see different shades of Balthazar's personality which I'm sure he wouldn't want :D.
At the corner of her eye, she saw Balthazar’s face turn blank.
But before he could stand up, the Nixies jumped all over him. He
struggled, but so many of them swarmed him that they soon covered
him from head to toe. The all-black Balthazar covered all over by
pink Nixies. Arianne couldn’t help herself. She laughed and laughed.
“Not funny!” Balthazar barked.
“It’s a little funny,” Arianne said. She covered her open mouth,
but the laughs kept coming.
The Nixies laughed too and began jumping up and down on
“Get them off me!”
Soon after Ari is told by other that forgetting Niko would be in her best interests. By the end of the book Ari is questioning herself about how much she really knows about Niko and most of all she questions her feelings for him. The end sadly has a MASSIVE cliffhanger. Oh how I hate them! I need the next book like RIGHT NOW!! :D
Now to conclude the review lastly I would answer the question at the end of the book and that would be YES, I DO BELIEVE THERE IS GOOD IN Balthazar. :)
Rating : 5/5 Stars
“I bet you’re completely regretting saying yes to this now.”
She shook her head. “I shouldn’t have.”
“Yes, you shouldn’t have.” She’d backed herself into a wall and Balthazar reached her in two
steps. She flinched when Balthazar spread one hand on the wall beside her head. He shifted his
weight there as he leaned over her and whispered, “You smell like roses.”
“I-i-it’s the bath water. They used rose oil,” she stammered. Having Balthazar so close frazzled
her brain. He seemed bigger somehow. Like he’d grown ten feet since she'd last seen him. And
so broad too. When did his shoulders and chest get so broad?
Balthazar touched the tip of his nose to the base of her neck and traced a line up to her jaw,
inhaling as he went. The move sent Arianne slumping against the wall for support, her knees
threatening to give way beneath her. She raised her shackled hands until they spread over the
center of his chest. She clutched at the buckles there, the cool metal digging in to her palms.
Balthazar tsked after he’d pulled away far enough to stare into her eyes—eyes now lined with
kohl. She found herself shaking her head along with him.
“You shouldn’t have spoken over me the way you did,” he said with the softest threat. The kind
that sent tingles down her spine.
“I didn’t.” At least she didn’t stammer anymore. Instead, her voice sounded breathy, which
seemed so much worse.
He touched her lips with the tip of his finger. “Oh, but you did. I'd pretty much convinced Solara
that you didn’t need to change for the Underball, but you had to go and ruin it by agreeing
without my consent. Not that I’m complaining.” He raked his gaze over her body again. Like a
bomb exploding, Arianne felt all her blood rise to the surface. “But something has to be done
about this master/slave relationship we have here.”
“W-w-what do you mean?” Great, the stammering returned. The muscles in her abdomen
quivered in the most delicious way. Arianne tried to ignore it and focus, but her body betrayed
her more and more the longer Balthazar stood this close to her. She only noticed now, so close
to him, that he smelled like sandalwood. The spicy earth scent brought her back to the time her
mother burned incense around the house. She went through a whole New Age-y phase before
Carrie got sick. Standing a nose away from Balthazar sent a sense of comfort surging through
her body with a hint of something more. A feeling Arianne didn’t care to acknowledge. Hot.
Drugging. Dangerous. She knew if she let herself cross the line she wouldn’t find her way back.
Balthazar moved his hand from the wall to her cheek. Arianne fought against leaning in to the
touch. Even with the fingerless gloves, she could feel the warmth of his hand. The calluses on his
exposed skin didn’t feel rough on her face at all.
“You put us both in danger if you don’t act like an obedient slave, Ari.” He whispered her name
like the sweetest candy on the tongue. A part of her wished he’d say it again. The other part of
her struggled to continue the conversation.
“I won’t disobey you. I promise.” And she meant it too.
“Remember when I said you shouldn’t force me into teaching you a lesson about what it means
to have a master?”
She nodded. They’d had that conversation right before they entered the Voyeur mansion.
Balthazar had warned her, yet she’d forgotten all about it the second Solara came into the room
with her demons. Arianne thought she’d done something good by agreeing. Unfortunately, her
good deed backfired in the most frightening yet insanely delicious way.
She hardly recognized the guy standing before her. The sarcasm and gruff nature had
disappeared, leaving behind someone who oozed sex appeal like some cologne he’d sprayed on.
Heat pooled inside her stomach, causing every muscle below it to clench. If Balthazar didn’t step
away now, she’d find herself flat on the floor.
“You know what happens now, don’t you?” His eyes locked with hers again. His voice grew even
She shook her head into his touch.
“I punish you.”
The way he said punish blew the last of her knees’ power to support her body weight. The second
she began to slide down the wall, Balthazar’s other arm snaked around her waist and pulled her
forward until her body fused against his. Every buckle that touched her skin made her shiver.
She looked up and Balthazar’s lips descended.
About The Author :
When Kate Evangelista was told she had a knack for writing stories, she did the
next best thing: entered medical school. After realizing she wasn't going to be the
next Doogie Howser, M.D., Kate wandered into the Literature department of her
university and never looked back. Today, she is in possession of a piece of paper
that says to the world she owns a Literature degree. To make matters worse, she
took Master's courses in creative writing. In the end, she realized to be a writer,
none of what she had mattered. What really mattered? Writing. Plain and simple,
honest to God, sitting in front of her computer, writing. Today, she has four
completed Young Adult novels.
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