Blog Tour: Chaos (Kardia Chronicles #1)
Hey Guys,
I’m so excited to be a part of the blog tour for Chaos, the first installment in Christine O’Neil’s Kardia Chronicles series.
Chaos (Kardia Chronicles #1)
Christine O’Neil
Published By: Entangled Teen
Publication Date: August 19, 2013
Genre: YA – Paranormal / Mythological
From Goodreads:
My name is Maggie Raynard. After sixteen years being just plain me, suddenly, when I lose my temper, my fingers become weapons of mass destruction. Turns out I’m a semi-god, descended from Aphrodite. Sounds cool in theory, but when I accidentally put my ex-boyfriend in a coma, things go downhill pretty fast.Now some new guy named Mac Finnegan has made it his mission in life to continually piss me off. I’m stuck learning how to use my new powers while also dealing with regular high school problems, and with this annoying—and super-hot—guy all up in my business, I’m about to flip out.
But it gets worse. I just learned there’s this watchdog council of semis who keeps an eye out for any bad apples. They think I’m the baddest of the bunch and want to take me out before I do any more damage. My nemesis Mac might turn out to be my salvation, only he’s got secrets of his own…and they may just kill us both.
I have already had the pleasure of reading and reviewing this book. You can check out my review by clicking here.
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Now I’m so excited to welcome our super awesome Lead Heroine Maggie to the blog to talk to us about her life as a semi-god…
A Day in the Life of a semi-god Named
Maggie
Maggie
6:00 a.m.
Alarm blares the same song, every day.
Runaround Sue. Because it was my dad’s favorite. Still, I forget that in a haze
of sleep, and slap that clock across the room like I was a pimp and it was my
ho’. I procrastinate for a while, laying in my bed, wondering how sick I’d have
to pretend to be for Mom to let me stay home from school. Then I remember if I
don’t go to school, I can’t go out after school which means I won’t get to
train with Mac.
Runaround Sue. Because it was my dad’s favorite. Still, I forget that in a haze
of sleep, and slap that clock across the room like I was a pimp and it was my
ho’. I procrastinate for a while, laying in my bed, wondering how sick I’d have
to pretend to be for Mom to let me stay home from school. Then I remember if I
don’t go to school, I can’t go out after school which means I won’t get to
train with Mac.
I roll out of bed, shivering, because New
Hampshire. Then I shuffle into that bathroom, splash my face with some cold
water, brush my teeth and get ready for school. I slap a set of cherry Pop
Tarts into the toaster, pour myself a cup of coffee and wait impatiently for my
breakfast of champions. Finally, they come sailing out of the slots and I plug
the tarts into my facehole and chew.
Hampshire. Then I shuffle into that bathroom, splash my face with some cold
water, brush my teeth and get ready for school. I slap a set of cherry Pop
Tarts into the toaster, pour myself a cup of coffee and wait impatiently for my
breakfast of champions. Finally, they come sailing out of the slots and I plug
the tarts into my facehole and chew.
Then I swallow.
Pretty exciting stuff so far, am I right?
But see, that’s only the OUTSIDE stuff. On the INSIDE, shit is popping. The
power is snapping and wriggling and moving, like a mess of writhing snakes
inside me, dying to find their way out. I can go to school, but the whole time
I’m there, it will be work to keep it under control. I’ll be pushing down all
day, tense and clench-y, because if not? If I let go for one split second? I
could kill someone. Because that’s what my power is. Unpredictable. Impossible
for me to control (at this point, anyway). And deadly.
But see, that’s only the OUTSIDE stuff. On the INSIDE, shit is popping. The
power is snapping and wriggling and moving, like a mess of writhing snakes
inside me, dying to find their way out. I can go to school, but the whole time
I’m there, it will be work to keep it under control. I’ll be pushing down all
day, tense and clench-y, because if not? If I let go for one split second? I
could kill someone. Because that’s what my power is. Unpredictable. Impossible
for me to control (at this point, anyway). And deadly.
So I weigh my options, go upstairs and
select a treasure from my collection. A locket with a picture of someone else’s
dad in it. I fasten it around my neck and let its energy seep into me…filling
me up…warming me from the inside out. And I feel better. A little. I jog down
the stairs and wait for Bink to pick me up. In the meantime, I blast a
half-dead holly bush with a pulse of energy to blow off a little more steam,
and the tiny red berries explode, in what looks like a rain of blood, spattering
my jeans. Not awesome. Even when I try to be good, it turns out just a little
nor so good. Before I can get into the house to change, Bink pulls up in his
Firebird.
select a treasure from my collection. A locket with a picture of someone else’s
dad in it. I fasten it around my neck and let its energy seep into me…filling
me up…warming me from the inside out. And I feel better. A little. I jog down
the stairs and wait for Bink to pick me up. In the meantime, I blast a
half-dead holly bush with a pulse of energy to blow off a little more steam,
and the tiny red berries explode, in what looks like a rain of blood, spattering
my jeans. Not awesome. Even when I try to be good, it turns out just a little
nor so good. Before I can get into the house to change, Bink pulls up in his
Firebird.
“What’s all over your pants?” he asks as I
slide into the passenger’s seat.
slide into the passenger’s seat.
“Spaghetti sauce,” I say with a shrug.
Because, oh yeah, I forgot to mention that my best friend since age one doesn’t
know that I’m a semi-god so I have to lie to him on the regular.
Because, oh yeah, I forgot to mention that my best friend since age one doesn’t
know that I’m a semi-god so I have to lie to him on the regular.
“Dude, spaghetti for breakfast? That’s
gross even for you.”
gross even for you.”
It was totally not out of the realm because
I’m not known for my discerning palate or anything. To me, the perfect meal
would be a pretzel dog with a side of mac and cheese and a Twinkie for dessert.
High class, all the way.
I’m not known for my discerning palate or anything. To me, the perfect meal
would be a pretzel dog with a side of mac and cheese and a Twinkie for dessert.
High class, all the way.
I make some non-commital humming sound with
my mouth and turn the radio up. As much as I know I can’t tell Bink about who
and what I am, I frigging hate lying to him, so I try to keep the lies to the
minimum.
my mouth and turn the radio up. As much as I know I can’t tell Bink about who
and what I am, I frigging hate lying to him, so I try to keep the lies to the
minimum.
He and I bicker over what station to listen
to for a while and then we’re at school. School is…school. Aside from lunch
with Libby and some chatter about my advice column, it mostly sucks donkey
nuts. I could go into detail about what happens during the rest of the day,
lectures on solving for x, famous orators, making sure to state the question in
my answer, showing my work, and the symbol for sulfur, but you guys already prolly
know the deal on that stuff, right? So I’ll skip to after school.
to for a while and then we’re at school. School is…school. Aside from lunch
with Libby and some chatter about my advice column, it mostly sucks donkey
nuts. I could go into detail about what happens during the rest of the day,
lectures on solving for x, famous orators, making sure to state the question in
my answer, showing my work, and the symbol for sulfur, but you guys already prolly
know the deal on that stuff, right? So I’ll skip to after school.
Training.
Mac.
Training with Mac.
We usually meet behind an abandoned house
in our neighborhood. On paper, that seems sorta dumb and a little serial
murder-y. Like, if someone was all, “Meet me behind the abandoned house at
four, and don’t be late”, a smart chick would be like, “Yeah, um, I think I’ll
pass on that, Rapey McRaperson. But thanks for the invite.”
in our neighborhood. On paper, that seems sorta dumb and a little serial
murder-y. Like, if someone was all, “Meet me behind the abandoned house at
four, and don’t be late”, a smart chick would be like, “Yeah, um, I think I’ll
pass on that, Rapey McRaperson. But thanks for the invite.”
Not me, though.
Frankly, from the get go, I didn’t have
much of a choice. It was that, or go with him to the Council and have them
strip my powers. Which, I found out later, is even less fun than it sounds. So
I met him behind the creepy house and have ever since.
much of a choice. It was that, or go with him to the Council and have them
strip my powers. Which, I found out later, is even less fun than it sounds. So
I met him behind the creepy house and have ever since.
Today’s lesson is hand to hand combat. If
he knew how much I took advantage of this particular type of lesson, he would
probably stop. I’m not proud of it, but I take any chance I get to have his
hands on me and remind him of the fact that, while the rules might say we can’t
be together, I’m not giving up. I won’t. I don’t know how I know it, but we’re
meant for each other. Like Oreos and grape soda. Like eggs and ketchup. Like
Marshmallow Fluff and chocolate bar sandwiches. And if I can’t get him to
realize it today, then I’ll try again tomorrow.
he knew how much I took advantage of this particular type of lesson, he would
probably stop. I’m not proud of it, but I take any chance I get to have his
hands on me and remind him of the fact that, while the rules might say we can’t
be together, I’m not giving up. I won’t. I don’t know how I know it, but we’re
meant for each other. Like Oreos and grape soda. Like eggs and ketchup. Like
Marshmallow Fluff and chocolate bar sandwiches. And if I can’t get him to
realize it today, then I’ll try again tomorrow.
Giveaway Time:
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Prize Packs!
Prize Packs!
1 sterling silver ring and a Team Mac
pin as well as temporary tattoos of the magpie.
pin as well as temporary tattoos of the magpie.
1 sterling silver ring and a Team Mac
pin as well as temporary tattoos of the magpie.
pin as well as temporary tattoos of the magpie.
1 fourteen karat gold ring, and a Team
Mac pin as well as temporary tattoos of the magpie.
Mac pin as well as temporary tattoos of the magpie.
Connect with Christine:
Christine O’Neil is one half of the
happiest couple in the world. She and her handsome hubby currently reside in
Pennsylvania with a four-pack of teenage boys and their two dogs, Gimli and
Pug. If she gets time off from her duties as maid, chef, chauffeur, or
therapist, she can be found reading just about anything she can get her hands
on, from Young Adult novels to books on poker theory. She doesn’t like root
beer, clowns or bugs (except ladybugs, on account of their cute outfits), but
lurrves chocolate, going to the movies, the New York Giants and playing Texas
Hold ‘Em. Writing is her passion, but if she had to pick another occupation,
she would be a pirate…or, like, a ninja maybe. She loves writing fun and
adventure-filled romance stories, but also hopes to one day publish something
her dad can read without wanting to dig his eyes out with rusty spoons.
Christine loves to hear from readers, so please feel free to get in touch with
her via the Contact Page. Christine also writes adult romance under the name
Christine Bell.
happiest couple in the world. She and her handsome hubby currently reside in
Pennsylvania with a four-pack of teenage boys and their two dogs, Gimli and
Pug. If she gets time off from her duties as maid, chef, chauffeur, or
therapist, she can be found reading just about anything she can get her hands
on, from Young Adult novels to books on poker theory. She doesn’t like root
beer, clowns or bugs (except ladybugs, on account of their cute outfits), but
lurrves chocolate, going to the movies, the New York Giants and playing Texas
Hold ‘Em. Writing is her passion, but if she had to pick another occupation,
she would be a pirate…or, like, a ninja maybe. She loves writing fun and
adventure-filled romance stories, but also hopes to one day publish something
her dad can read without wanting to dig his eyes out with rusty spoons.
Christine loves to hear from readers, so please feel free to get in touch with
her via the Contact Page. Christine also writes adult romance under the name
Christine Bell.
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5 Comments
Heather
I LOOOOOOOVED this book! I cannot wait for the next one in the series.
Savanna
Sounds like and awesome book. Can't wait to read it
Alana Lee Rock
I'm almost ashamed to say I hadn't heard about this before this post! Looks like my TBR mountain just got taller!
Cassie Guest
I have been dying to read this book!!! It sounds so good!!! Thanks for the awesome giveaway!! 🙂
Cindy Ray Hale
I've seen this book around on Goodreads. It looks awesome. I like it that the MC isn't your typical good girl. Sounds intriguing.!