Letter to Readers from Tarryn Fisher on Mud Vein

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If you haven’t had a chance to read this yet, I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on this suspenseful, gripping novel which will have you shedding silent tears by its powerful end. This is a very different story, meant to incite… inspire a different experience from which you may be accustomed, so with that in mind, Tarryn wanted to share some thoughts with her readers as it pertains to Mud Vein

Dear Reader,

I am a writer and words are my weapon. I want to hurt you. I want my words to be salt, and I want to pour them into your open wound. I want my words to be jagged pieces of mirror that you can see yourself reflected in. I am a sadist otherwise known as an artist. My books are a call to women who have been doubled over by heartache, bound by boredom, captives of a past that will not let them go, victors of a past that tried to kill them. I have a disease you see, it’s called human nature, and I am fascinated by it. So, if you choose to read Mud Vein remember that about me. I’m not writing to entertain you, or to make money, or to have my book propped neatly on a shelf in Target. I write to explore the dark corners of myself, and I want you to come with me. I’m a little bit like you. I think you’ll see yourself in the pages of Mud Vein. I haven’t told  you very much about it on purpose. I want you to go in blind. I want you to stumble across a thought, a sound, a hurt-which you had thought special to you. And realize I have felt them too, someone you have never met. If you choose to read Mud Vein, please don’t ask yourself what it says, ask yourself what it means. And once you read my black words, on a white page, e-mail me and tell me your interpretation. I can’t wait for your thoughts.

Tarryn Fisher

Synopsis

MudVein cover

When reclusive novelist Senna Richards wakes up on her thirty-third birthday, everything has changed. Caged behind an electrical fence, locked in a house in the middle of the snow, Senna is left to decode the clues to find out why she was taken.

If she wants her freedom, she has to take a close look at her past. But, her past has a heartbeat…and her kidnapper is nowhere to be found. With her survival hanging by a thread, Senna soon realizes this is a game. A dangerous one. Only the truth can set her free.

 

Teaser

You don’t have to be alone. We are mostly born that way though. We grow up being nurtured to believe that the other half of our soul is somewhere out there. And since there are seven billion people inhabiting our planet, chances are one of them is for you. To find that person, to find your soul piece, or your great love we must count on our paths diverging, the tangling of lives, the soft whispering of one soul recognizing another.

I found my piece. She wasn’t what I was expecting. If you formed a woman’s soul out of black graphite, bathed it in blood, and then rolled it around in the softest rose petals, you still wouldn’t have touched on the complication that was, my match.

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About Tarryn
Tarryn Fisher Author PicI am a real life villain, truly. I drink sick amounts of Starbucks. Most of the time my hair smells like coffee. I was born in South Africa, and lived there for most of my childhood. I moved to Seattle just for the rain. Rome is my favorite place in the world so far, Paris comes in at a close second. I read and write more than I sleep. When I was eleven, I wrote an entire novel about runaway orphans, using only purple ink. I am addicted to Florence and the Machine and will travel to see concerts. I love scary movies and giraffes. I spend way too much time on Facebook. Meet you there?…

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One of the best books I’ve ever read. Gripping. Suspenseful. Powerful. And completely unique. I guarantee it will blow you away. And guess what?! It’s coming soon. Real soon.

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Synopsis

MudVein cover

When reclusive novelist Senna Richards wakes up on her thirty-third birthday, everything has changed. Caged behind an electrical fence, locked in a house in the middle of the snow, Senna is left to decode the clues to find out why she was taken.

If she wants her freedom, she has to take a close look at her past. But, her past has a heartbeat…and her kidnapper is nowhere to be found. With her survival hanging by a thread, Senna soon realizes this is a game. A dangerous one. Only the truth can set her free.

From Mud Vein

You don’t have to be alone. We are mostly born that way though. We grow up being nurtured to believe that the other half of our soul is somewhere out there. And since there are seven billion people inhabiting our planet, chances are one of them is for you. To find that person, to find your soul piece, or your great love we must count on our paths diverging, the tangling of lives, the soft whispering of one soul recognizing another.

I found my piece. She wasn’t what I was expecting. If you formed a woman’s soul out of black graphite, bathed it in blood, and then rolled it around in the softest rose petals, you still wouldn’t have touched on the complication that was, my match.

About Tarryn
Tarryn Fisher Author PicI am a real life villain, truly. I drink sick amounts of Starbucks. Most of the time my hair smells like coffee. I was born in South Africa, and lived there for most of my childhood. I moved to Seattle just for the rain. Rome is my favorite place in the world so far, Paris comes in at a close second. I read and write more than I sleep. When I was eleven, I wrote an entire novel about runaway orphans, using only purple ink. I am addicted to Florence and the Machine and will travel to see concerts. I love scary movies and giraffes. I spend way too much time on Facebook. Meet you there?…
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Announcement and Teaser: Mud Vein by Tarryn Fisher

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Who isn’t clamoring for this book?! I know I’m anxiously waiting to have it in my hands, to experience what I’m sure will be a uniquely envisioned and skillfully crafted story of suspense and intrigue because if there’s one thing we know about Tarryn Fisher is to expect the unexpected.

So I’ve got some good news and bad news. The bad news is that we are not able to the release day for Mud Veinyet! We were set to deliver the date this morning, but the good news is the reason for the last-minute change. Here’s a message from Tarryn:

“Due to publisher interest in Mud Vein, I am unable to set a release date at this time.  I will have more information in the coming weeks and will let you know as soon as I can.  Thank you for your patience and continued support!” 

In the meanwhile, enjoy the all-too-enticing teaser below…

Synopsis

 

MudVein cover

When reclusive novelist Senna Richards wakes up on her thirty-third birthday, everything has changed. Caged behind an electrical fence, locked in a house in the middle of the snow, Senna is left to decode the clues to find out why she was taken.

If she wants her freedom, she has to take a close look at her past. But, her past has a heartbeat…and her kidnapper is nowhere to be found. With her survival hanging by a thread, Senna soon realizes this is a game. A dangerous one. Only the truth can set her free.

 

 

From Mud Vein

You don’t have to be alone. We are mostly born that way though. We grow up being nurtured to believe that the other half of our soul is somewhere out there. And since there are seven billion people inhabiting our planet, chances are one of them is for you. To find that person, to find your soul piece, or your great love we must count on our paths diverging, the tangling of lives, the soft whispering of one soul recognizing another.

I found my piece. She wasn’t what I was expecting. If you formed a woman’s soul out of black graphite, bathed it in blood, and then rolled it around in the softest rose petals, you still wouldn’t have touched on the complication that was, my match.

About Tarryn
Tarryn Fisher Author PicI am a real life villain, truly. I drink sick amounts of Starbucks. Most of the time my hair smells like coffee. I was born in South Africa, and lived there for most of my childhood. I moved to Seattle just for the rain. Rome is my favorite place in the world so far, Paris comes in at a close second. I read and write more than I sleep. When I was eleven, I wrote an entire novel about runaway orphans, using only purple ink. I am addicted to Florence and the Machine and will travel to see concerts. I love scary movies and giraffes. I spend way too much time on Facebook. Meet you there?…
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Review: Thief (#3, Love Me With Lies) by Tarryn Fisher

My Thoughts

Struck. Speechless.
Riveting. Heartbreaking. Soul-searching. This book so undeniably Tarryn Fisher…  who else could so skillfully tell a love story defined by sadness, regret, lies and retaliation? But nonetheless, Caleb and Olivia’s tale is story of love and one I won’t soon forget.

5stars

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Synopsis

thief coverNote to Self

Love is patient; love is kind.
Love doesn’t boast or brag.
There’s no arrogance in love;
it’s never rude, crude, or indecent-it’s not self absorbed.
Love isn’t easily upset.
Love doesn’t tally wrongs.
Love trusts, hopes, and endures no matter what.
Love will never become obsolete.
I’ll fight for her.

Thief

Caleb Drake never got over his first love. Not when he got married. Not when she got married. When life suddenly comes full circle Caleb must decide how how far he is willing to go to get the aloof and alluring Olivia Kaspen back. But for every action in life there is a consequence, and soon Caleb finds out that sometimes love comes at an unbearably high price.

My Review

“Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. Love is mean, but it’s good. It keeps us alive.”

Ummmm… yea. How the heck do I start this review? I’m still processing it all, trying to connect the dots in the story line, trying to process my own feelings. I have a white sheet of paper here in front of me with notes I jotted down as I read, capturing all the random thoughts and questions that swirled in my mind as I felt my way through this book. So I’m going to ramble. Ramble quite a bit I imagine trying not to give away anything… although truth be told, it’s almost hard to tell you what this book is about. It’s simply Caleb and Olivia’s story. A story about addiction, deceit, love and perseverance. It’s the end. The in-between. The beginning.

“She’s mine. She always has been, she always will be.”

Caleb has given up. He’s given up with trying to live a life without Olivia in it. Whether it be distance, women, silence or convoluted lies that separate them… it’s useless. Seeing the story, both past and present, unfold and be analyzed through Caleb’s eyes was riveting. He’s as intelligent and manipulative as are Olivia and Leah. Two truths I took away as irrefutable are: 1) the passion he feels burns brightly fueling his relentless pursuit of Olivia and 2) nobody knows Olivia Kaspen like Caleb Drake. I often found myself thinking that their love was like an intricate, choreographed dance that no one else seemed to know.

“Forget all you know — I said to myself. This is the one you belong with. I don’t know how I knew that. maybe our souls touched underneath that tree. Maybe I decided to love her. Maybe love wasn’t our choice. But when I looked at that woman, I saw myself differently. And it wasn’t in a good light. Not a thing would keep me from her. And that could make a person do things they never thought themselves capable of. What I felt for her scared the hell out of me. It was a consuming obsession.”

The tone of this book felt different to me. It was undeniably Tarryn Fisher, undeniably Caleb and Olivia, but I felt the emotions much stronger… crashing in vacillating waves of hopelessness and determination. There were times where Caleb was singularly focused on getting Olivia back…

“You and I are happening. no one is keeping us apart again. Not Noah or Cammie, and least of all, fucking Leah. You are mine. Do you understand me?”

… and times where it seemed it just wasn’t destined to happen, and I felt so hopeless…

“I’m running away, and I just don’t give a fuck anymore… No. I’m starting over. I need it. If I can help it, I’m never going back there.”

But even in his despondency, Caleb finally realizes there is no life for him without Olivia. She is an addiction, as necessary as the air he breathes and there’s not point in finding yet another failed distraction to mask his feelings.

“If I can’t have Olivia Kaspen, then I’ll be alone. She is a disease I have. After ten years, I am finally realizing that I can’t cure it with other women.”

At one point in the book, I honestly thought, maybe they really do need to be apart. Maybe they are just too unhealthy despite the twisted but true love they feel. But I couldn’t make the leap. I really thought that if they didn’t end up together, all the hurt they caused each other would be wasted… would be for nothing. And I was surprised to see just how much Caleb loved Olivia.

“She has the kind of love that can stain your soul, make you beg not to have one, just to escape the spell she’s put you under. I’ve tried to break myself of her over and over, but it’s pointless. I’ve got more of her in my veins than blood.”

As more truth comes to light in this book, I was in awe at the cycles of deceit, the layers of lies, the choices that became triggers to major things occurring. Olivia drove me crazy sometimes. As hard as Caleb tried to be forthright and tell her just how he felt, she continued to disappoint him, pushing him away just when you thought progress was to be made. But then again… the way they BOTH express love is through the lies they tell to save the other one from additional pain.

“Olivia loves you with her lies. She lies about how she’s feeling, how she’s hurting, how she wants you when she tells you she doesn’t. She lies to protect you and herself.”

There are things that I am continuing to work through… Tarryn is not the type of author that is going to answer all our questions, connect all the dots for us. It’s part of her style, I think. We have to find the clues and see the story through our own eyes, making our own assumptions. But… wow… the feelings that the story evoked were powerful. So many times I felt absolutely crushed. As I reflect on the series as a whole, I think it’s almost the antithesis of a love story. Whereas a typical romance shines the spotlight on feelings of hope, we felt hopelessness. Where there was love, there were lies. Where trust was needed, we got deceit instead. But in the end, this IS a love story, however the journey to the end was paved with these allegorical elements of how their love came to be. To me, this really shows how genius Tarryn Fisher is… the way she told this story, with its twists and turns (and there are BIG ones) is just so unique and brazen and unpredictable.

The last portion of the book had me devouring the pages with bated breath and in tears. There is a happy ending. But it’s not rainbows, hearts and sunshine. There’s heartbreak and realism and it was done really well in my opinion.

All in all, the series is unforgettable and original. It had me analyzing everything. It had me questioning how I felt. It had me consuming every word on every page, feeling the high highs and the low lows. I loved it all… lies, deceit, heartbreak and love.

“I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect you. I’ll lie, cheat, and steal to make you okay. I’ll share your suffering, and I’ll carry you when you’re weighed down. I’ll never leave you, not even when you ask me to. Do you believe me?”

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Excerpt

Gardenia Bush

Once, during her senior year, she bought a gardenia bush to put outside her apartment. She fawned over that thing like it was a dog; googled ways to take care of it and then made notes in one of those spiral notebooks. She’d even named it-Patricia-I think.  Every day she’d squat on her haunches outside her front door, and examine Patricia to see  if it had bloomed a flower. I’d watch her face when she came back inside, she always wore this look of hopeful determination. Not yet-she’d say to me, as if all of her hope for life was tied in to that gardenia plant blooming a flower.  That’s what I loved about her; that grim determination to survive even though the odds seemed to always be against her. Despite all of Olivia’s plant nurturing, Patricia had slowly started to fade away; her leaves curling at the tips and turning brown. Olivia would stare at that plant, a crease forming between her eyebrows and her little mouth puckered in a frown worth kissing. Florida had an especially cold winter the year. One morning when I got to her apartment Patricia was clearly dead. I’d jumped into my car and sped off to Home Depot where I’d seen them selling the same bushes. Before my little love cracked her eyes open, I’d replaced her dead plant with a healthy one, repotting it over the grass in front of her building. I’d thrown the old one in the dumpster and washed my hands in the pool before knocking on her door. She’d checked on it when she opened the door for me that morning, her eyes lighting up when she saw the healthy green leaves. I don’t know if she ever suspected what I’d done, she’d never said anything. I took take of it without her knowing. Sticking plant food into the pot before I knocked on her door. My mother always put used tea bags in the soil around her rose bushes. I did that a couple times too. Right before we broke up that damn plant bloomed a flower. I’d never seen her so excited. The look on her face was the same as when I’d missed the shot for her.

About Tarryn Fisher

Tarryn Fisher Author PicI am a real life villain, truly. I drink sick amounts of Starbucks. Most of the time my hair smells like coffee. I was born in South Africa, and lived there for most of my childhood. I moved to Seattle just for the rain. Rome is my favorite place in the world so far, Paris comes in at a close second. I read and write more than I sleep. When I was eleven, I wrote an entire novel about runaway orphans, using only purple ink. I am addicted to Florence and the Machine and will travel to see concerts. I love scary movies and giraffes. I spend way too much time on Facebook. Meet you there?…

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