✭Blog Tour✭ Femme Fatale by Kirsty-Anne Still +Excerpt

Title: Femme Fatale
Author: Kirsty-Anne Still
Release Date: Nov 7, 2014
They call me the Femme Fatale.
But only because they don’t know me.
My job - seduce men to the climatic point of falling in love with me and then deliver their death sentence.
I work for my father’s business. I’m his secret weapon. I’m the one that gets away with murder.
For years, I’ve given in to my father’s demands, lived the life of a mob princess, fell into this merciless realm where he presents me with a man and one goal – to kill. 
When it’s to keep the Abbiati name from ruins, I’ll run with the wolves and protect it fiercely.
However, when he brings a new name to the table, I know my newest mission could well be the one that breaks me - Don’t feel, don’t deviate, kill Zane Maverick. 
It should be simple, but how am I supposed to choose between the man who raised me to be this heartlessly strong female and the man I could only ever love to death?
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“You’re fucking insane,” I cuss at him and push him away but his stance is too heavy, and he doesn’t budge.
“I know you, Amelia. I know how you loved him once. You’re so fickle as it is, why wouldn’t you be fucking him to bide some time. The way you walk around here like you’re queen bee too, sickens me. You will never run this place, and soon, everyone will look down on you like me and Papà do. Everyone sees this strong, beautiful woman, but maybe we should let them see the real you. The weak victim you hide from everyone.” He leans in close to me to a suffocating degree. “What would happen if I were to run this down your face?” he asks and presents his infamous switchblade. The knife shoots from its hilt, the light glistening from its metal edge. “I didn’t get you a gift, but I have a perfect one for you now,” he says and begins to lower it to my face. “A scar right down your face would be a perfect reminder to keep you in line. Even Maverick wouldn’t want a butchered bitch.”
I close my eyes as I prepare for that piercing bite on my skin, but Giovanni’s weight suddenly disappears, and I’m left cowering to an empty space. Once I pry them open, I see why. Bruno has arrived and has Giovanni thrown over the pool table by the collar of his shirt and blazer.
“You are one sadistic bastard, Giovanni,” Bruno spits and releases Giovanni enough to allow him to turn to face his brother. “I knew there was reason I fucking despised you. If I didn’t have cause before, what I just witnessed was a real clincher.”
“Get the fuck away from me,” Giovanni grunts, straightening his shirt and jacket back.
That ignites more hate in my brother. “One day you are going to wake up with your balls shoved down your throat, Gio.” Bruno terrorizes Giovanni while we all stand and watch. Bruno towers over our brother when he is riled up, and I have to admit, that look of fear on Giovanni’s face is too fucking good to miss. “And I’ll be the one holding the knife. Threaten our little sister again, and I will make your biggest nightmares come true. Capisci?”
Clapping resounds after Bruno’s warning, and we all turn to see our father standing in the doorway. I sense Giovanni stand up, straightening himself and regaining his composure.
“I knew you still had that Abbiati fight still left in you, Figlio Mio.”
“Cut the fatherly duty, Salvatore. I am far from your son.” Bruno’s demeanor doesn’t relinquish its hardened stance. If anything, our father’s sudden appearance only bristles Bruno furthermore. “I’m here to celebrate my sister’s birthday, not tear away psychopaths from permanently scarring her.”

Amelia Abbiati. The devil with the angelic face. The heartbreaker. The killer. The Femme Fatale
Amelia was worthy of that title. She was ruthless when necessary and compassionate where required, which is very often in this book. Often times I found myself getting frustrated with where her mind was at and the decisions she made. I can understand being confused by such a difficult decision—to kill the love of her life, or not—but I think she went a tad overboard. 
Her relationship with her father never seemed worthy of hesitation. That being said, I’m not sure why it took her so long to decide what she was going to do. Especially when she had options to release herself from her father’s hold. 

Love of your life or the man who made you into a cold-blooded killer and trapped you into a life of murder and torment….

Kirsty-Anne Still had such a great idea with Femme Fatale, and while I enjoyed it, I felt it didn’t live up to it’s full potential. 
Riddled with countless grammar errors, I found it hard to stay connected to the story. There were moments where the sentence didn’t fit and I lost the thrall I had with the characters. I’m hoping this was all edited in the final version, but perhaps readers won’t mind too much. I’m personally unable to stay hooked to a story if the editing is not up to par.

I waited a while after reading to write up my review, because I was left with mixed feelings. When Kirsty allowed me to read the first eleven chapters or so of this book, I was pretty excited for more. I was intrigued by Amelia and her dilemma. 
As per usual, Kirsty-Anne Still always comes up with quite original stories and complicated characters. The first book in the Viper Room series was what made me a fan. However, Femme Fatale was missing something—an effortless flow? In-depth characters?—that didn’t give me the same feeling as her previous series.
It lacked momentum and suspense in many sections of the book. Parts dragged on more than I would’ve liked, but nevertheless it was somewhat interesting to read. There was a lot of inner dialogue that some readers may love, but due to the nature of her thoughts, I simply ended up wanting to shake some sense into her. 

On the plus side, this novel is quite bloody and violent which I throughly enjoyed. Femme Fatale is certainly not for the faint of heart. If you’re looking for a mobster book filled with murder, you may want to check this one out. While I may not have grasped what the author was going for, many other readers seem to blown away by this first book in Kirsty-Anne Still’s Pericolo Series. 

*A complimentary copy of this book was provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.
❤︎Rating: 3 Kisses
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