February 17, 2014

Review: Men of the Cave

 *Giveaway Below*

Men of the Cave (Book One)

Only $0.99! 

My Rating: 5 conch

Summary from Goodreads: Raised by unorthodox parents, Kasey Reese has always struggled to be invisible, to not be noticed, to avoid conflict. Running from a broken relationship, Kasey flees to Spain on a scholarship, to restore the comfort she finds in anonymity. Destiny, however, has other plans for her - a life threatening, life-altering journey into the supernatural when she meets the men of the cave.

The Review: Men of The Cave is a refreshing new story in the YA genre.  Kasey flees to a study abroad program in Spain for the educational experience and for a chance to escape her relationships at home.  Along the way she meets Dion and his brothers…and this is where her life begins to change.  Marisette did a wonderful job creating likeable characters and writing them in a way that a reader can connect with.  I felt Kasey’s struggles in her heart as she dealt with the guilt associated with loving someone new.  I understood Dion’s hesitancy in revealing who he really was.  The mythology behind the brothers and Kasey’s important role in their future was interesting and entertaining and I am looking forward to seeing what happens with those relationships.  Although it left off on a bit of a cliffhanger, I am excited for the direction of the story and anxious to get my hands on the next installment.

The Good: Great new concept that magically blends Greek mythology, Christianity, and the perils of being a teenage girl.  A storyline line that kept me interested and an overarching plot that will carry beautifully into the next book of the series.

The Issue:  No major issues.  I would have liked to see even more time between Dion and Kasey but I have a feeling we will!
The Rating: 5 conch!  YA fans will thoroughly enjoy this book, especially those looking for something new.

 I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.

Hidden behind tall trees, I came to a small natural clearing of low grass. In this patch, the twins battled with swords. I could tell they had been at this for a while. Sweat soaked their shaggy hair. Droplets poured down their bare muscular chests. It was hard to distinguish who was who. One wore black shorts and the other blue. They grunted with every swing, and I could see all their teenage boy muscles flex when their swords struck.
“Clink, clank,” the swords sounded with each smack. Their footwork was impressive as they anticipated the other’s move. They were in a dangerous synchronized dance. I recognized the swords from research for an extensive history report. The assignment was on the Roman Coliseum and the Gladiators. The men used these swords during the mid-first century. I couldn’t believe the twins were fighting with this type of sword.

The swords were about two feet long with a diamond cut, pointed tip. They swung them around with ease and precision as if they were mere batons. Is this what these boys did for fun? One twin thrust his sword straight down toward the other, but he masterfully blocked the strike. I found it odd they fought with no shields like true Roman Gladiator would have. The twins locked with swords crossed, and the twin in blue fell to one knee. The twin in black, almost sinister said, “I have you now.”

He swung his sword over his head like a helicopter, then aimed it dead on at his brother’s chest. The twin on the floor tried to block the oncoming sword. A tragic miss. His brother’s sword plunged into his chest.

I gasped as the twin fell struggling with his last few breaths.  Like a movie scene, the victor’s sword pierced through the young boy’s body. The twin fell to the ground. The sword handle stuck out of his chest and the tip out of his back.

His brother smiled and said, “Finally,” then left through a path on the other side of the clearing.

I bent over and tried to breathe. My body shook. I felt as if someone twisted my stomach like a soaked towel. I took a few steps forward and looked around. I heard nothing, only silence. I hurried to reach the brother lying dead before me.

“Martin, John…,” I whispered. The boy didn’t move. I took another step forward to see his face. As I peered over his shoulder, his haunting open eyes and mouth sent me into a complete earthquake. Panicked, I staggered backwards. My back felt the prickly sting of a Juniper tree. Then I ran. I sobbed, and sprinted as fast as I could. I anticipated seeing the winding driveway that would lead me out of this monstrous nightmare.

About the Author 

Teacher, mother, and wife, not in that order. I’m an extreme Florida girl whose never seen snow. I believe white should be worn at funerals, not black. Studied at the University of Central Florida for a BA in English. If I can avoid close-toed shoes, I do. Born from Cuban immigrant parents I spoke Spanish before I spoke English. If you ever see me staring blankly into nothing, then my head is in a story.

Find out more about Marisette at:

a Rafflecopter giveaway

1 comment:

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.