Blog Tour for Roaring by Lindsey Duga (review and giveaway)


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Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for Roaring by Lindsey Duga.  This tour is being hosted by YA Bound Book Tours.


by Lindsey Duga
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: August 3rd 2020
Entangled Teen




Colt Clemmons is an agent in a specialized division within the Bureau of Investigation—one that hunts down not just mobsters, but also monsters.

For reasons that are kept top secret, Colt is the only person who can resist a siren’s voice. But he’s never had a chance to test this ability. The last siren left in the world mysteriously disappeared years ago.

Then one night, with a single word, she reveals herself. It seems too good to be true.

And it is. Because nothing about this siren—her past, her powers, or her purpose—is what it seems…


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I really liked the 1920’s Chicago/NY setting. It took me a little while to be pulled into the story, but I definitely found myself invested about a third of the way in.

Eris is a siren, but she doesn’t know it. All she knows is that she manipulates people if she speaks to them. Anyone who listens to her follows her orders, so she prefers to stay mute. She was told that people were after her and she had to stay quiet. Eris works at a speakeasy run by Madame Maldu and Stanley. Madame is basically a foster mom to Eris. There are parts of her life that she can’t remember, but she does remember being on the run with Madame.

Colt works for the Bureau hunting monsters. He has been looking for the lost siren for a long time. Her power is dangerous and he believes it isn’t safe to have her out in the world. Monster parts have been showing up in the US for awhile. Humans have been modified with the parts and they become the monsters. Things like vampires, werewolves, dragons, sirens, kraken, etc, are all real. It’s pretty obvious early on that Colt isn’t’ quite human, but he hates monsters and thinks they’re dangerous. But the Bureau does employ monsters as hunters. Their strength and power help when coming face to face with another monster. Colt finds out about Eris and goes to capture her. What he finds is a sweet girl with a kind heart. He can’t look at her as a human, but he struggles to see her as a real monster. Colt starts to question things while there are multiple groups of people hunting Eris. Her creator is looking for her and there is no good reason for it. Colt ends up betraying the Bureau and goes on the run with Eris. While in Chicago, they find out a lot of information about how the monsters are genetically created.

I thought Eris was such a great character. She was a monster, but all she wanted was to live a simple, good life. Colt was set in his ways, but he started to open his eyes to the world around him. Their romance was a big part of the story, but not the whole thing. The monsters and the genetics were a very big part along with the mystery of who made Eris and why did they want her back. And then I really liked all the 20’s speak, clothing, speakeasies, and the lack of new technology. It felt good to escape the modern time and the problems we have right now.

I gave this book 4 stars. Thank you to Entangled Teen and Netgalley for my review copy.

Warnings for blood, genetic modification, talk of orphans, gun violence, captivity, and a tiny amount of talk about abuse.





Still with Madame Maldu’s gaze at my back, I slipped around the bar and headed for the young man sitting by himself, his fedora pulled low over his eyes. His sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, showing off pale, but muscular, hands, wrists, and arms. It was a warm autumn for Boston, so his lack of coat wasn’t odd, but it stood out. In fact, he was the kind of fella who seemed like he could do whatever he wanted. If his goal was to blend in and not be seen, he could throw on his coat and sit with a drink and not talk to anyone, becoming one with the furniture. If he preferred to stand out, he could tip his hat back, and lift his face and smile, but if he wanted just the right kind of attention, all he needed to do was roll up his sleeves. 

I shook my head. How could I have gotten all that from his exposed forearms? 

Walking up to his table, I pulled out my waitressing tools and poised my pencil on my pad of paper, awaiting his order. 

It was then that he looked up and I got a peak at the face below the hat. 

His eyes were dark. It was the first thing I noticed. Eyes where you could barely tell if there were pupils at all. 

It was clear he was attractive, but not in a pretty, hotsy-totsy sort of way. His face was geometric. Perfect, square jaw, a straight plane nose, triangular, high cheekbones, and a rectangle forehead. His light brown hair, practically blond, was swept to the side under his hat. But, like Madame Maldu, he was not handsome solely because of his looks, it was his air. His…competence. 

A strange way to describe a stranger, perhaps, but it seemed to me that this was a fella who knew his place in life. His past. His present. Maybe even his future. 

It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that I realized I was staring. Redirecting my gaze to the pad of paper, I waited for his order, heat creeping up my neck and into my cheeks, and a small shiver going down my spine. 

He said nothing. 

Glancing up from my pad, I caught him staring as well. 

Oh. He’s waiting for me. Now even my ears growing hot, I tapped my pad with my pencil, and gestured it toward him, showing him what I couldn’t say in words. 

His brow furrowed, and for a worrisome moment, I wondered if he didn’t talk either. 

After a few long, silent, and awkward seconds, he asked, “You want to take my order?” 

Relieved, I nodded vigorously. 

His rectangular brow dented deeper, more into a right angle. “Do you not speak?”

I couldn’t help but admire the quality of his voice. It was a low timbre, a combination of the strings of a cello, the pluck of a bass, and the lingering bottom note of a sax. 

Again, I nodded.

The stranger’s brow now seemed to be a straight V, as if this angered or frustrated him somehow. An aura of hostility exuded from him. 

Tentatively, I took a step back. 

At my retreat, his face cleared and he gave me an easy smile, completely changing the lines of his face into something real handsome. 

I’d been right. This man was a chameleon. He wore a rugged grin that would make most gals swoon. Maybe me included, if I hadn’t felt that anger coming off him like heat from a radiator in the dead of winter. 

“Not a chatter, eh? That’s all right. I can talk enough for the two of us.” He leaned forward, folding his arms and resting his elbows on the table as his grin widened. I noticed his feet shift, hooking his ankles around the legs of the spindle chair. “If you don’t speak, I guess you can’t tell me your name,” the stranger said, his head cocking in a way that made him look contemplative. “Which is a pity. Lovely dame like you, I bet you’ve got a name to match. Do you mind if I take a few guesses?” 

He wanted to guess my name? I merely stared at him. Not sure how to handle this one. Maybe I should back away and let Stanley take his order. 

But I had to admit, the stranger intrigued me. It was a scary, thrilling sort of intrigue. Like hearing a scary story. Nerves heightened, bated breath, terrified and yet captivated, thrilled and yet wary. 

He was the kind of thrilling a person would want to be brave for. 




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Lindsey Duga developed a deep love for courageous heroes, dastardly villains, and enchanting worlds from the cartoon shows, books, and graphic novels she read as a kid. Drawing inspiration from these fantastical works of fiction, she wrote her first novel in college while she was getting her bachelor’s in Mass Communication from Louisiana State University. By day, Lindsey is an account manager at a digital marketing agency based in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. By night, and the wee hours of the morning, she writes both middle grade and young adult. She has a weakness for magic, anything classical, all kinds of mythology, and falls in love with tragic heroes. Other than writing and cuddling with her morkie puppy, Delphi, Lindsey loves catching up on the latest superhero TV show, practicing yoga, and listening (and belting) to her favorite music artists and show tunes. KISS OF THE ROYAL is her YA debut novel. 

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I'm Kristi. I'm a wife, mom, and grandma. I have been breeding leopard geckos for ten years. I love to read and have been trying to review more books (the reason for this blog besides wanting to talk about books with everyone). I also love music and going to concerts, mostly punk and pop punk.

3 thoughts on “Blog Tour for Roaring by Lindsey Duga (review and giveaway)”

  1. Oh I love the Roaring 20’s!! I feel like that was one of my past lives. I’m definitely going to get this book. I love how the cover looks like a peacock feather 🙂 Thank you so much for bringing this book into my view.


  2. Thank you for the review of the book and the chance to win the giveaway.
    Although this author is new to me, I’m always open to checking out new authors, new books and new genres. I look forward to learning more about the author and their books. The book Roaring sounds like a great read and looks intriguing. I would love to win, read and review the print format of Roaring and the rest of the author’s books.
    Hope I Win The Giveaway.


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