Release Day Blitz & Review: Perfekt Balance
by S.T. Bende

Today we are celebrating the release of Perfekt Balance the third book in THE ÆRE SAGA by S.T. Bende!

At this point, I am not even sure where to begin with a review for S.T. Bende’s books, because the newest is just as amazing as the one before, and I have a limited knowledge of adjectives. I mean, seriously, how can these books just be so good? Check out all the book information & my review below!

 

Perfekt Balance by S.T. Bende

Series: THE ÆRE SAGA #3

Genre: Upper YA, Paranormal/Fantasy (Norse Mythology)
Release Date: TODAY!! April 5, 2016

Become what you believe.

Elsa Fredriksen knows there’s a thin line between love and fear. As High Healer, she rights the wrongs committed by those who choose the darkness. But even Asgard’s secret weapon can’t undo every injury—especially when her fate is completely entwined with the god she’s trying to save.

Elsa’s in love with the Norse God of Justice. But Forse’s heart is ruled by fear—fear that the past will repeat itself; fear that opening his heart will compromise his ability to do his job; fear that he’ll hurt the one girl he desperately wants to protect. Again.

When Elsa faces off against the very monster she once swore to protect, her survival depends on a power she isn’t sure she can control. And when Forse’s worst nightmare unfolds in front of him, Elsa has to decide whether it’s more important to hold the realms in perfekt balance . . . or hold on to the guy she can’t imagine existing without.

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Excerpt:

“Hold up.” Henrik held out one hand. “Where are you going? And why is Forse about to kill someone?”

We all turned to look at Forse. Sure enough, his eyes were slits, his breathing was sharp, and he had a pulsing forehead vein that rivaled Tyr’s neck one. He positively seethed anger.

“We are going to Svartalfheim,” Tyr answered coolly. The four gods in the room drew a collective gasp.

The mortal took in our reactions with practiced calm. “Which one’s Svartalfheim again?” she asked lightly.

“The worst one after Helheim,” Brynn muttered.

“It’s the realm of the dark elves,” I explained. “When the cosmos was born, the blackest souls were sent to a wasteland—a realm of isolation and soot. Svartalfheim.”

“And you’re all going there?” Mia squeaked.

“Forse, Brynn, Elsa, and I are going there.” Tyr spoke with his chin on Mia’s head. “You’re staying here with Henrik.”

“Elsa doesn’t need to go,” Forse argued.

“You of all people know how delicate this retrieval is. The perp has been a fugitive since…well, it’s been a long time. She’s being harbored by dark elves who demanded Fenrir in her place, and I have no intention of unleashing that beast again. The elves agreed to accept one of the Svartish treasures from the vault instead of the wolf, but they could very well turn on us once we get there. We need a Unifier to make sure this exchange goes peacefully. Right now, Elsa’s all we’ve got,” Tyr finished.

“Um, thanks?” I said.

“You know what I mean.” Tyr turned his gaze to me. “I don’t want to drag you into Svartalfheim any more than Forse does. I know you’re not up to speed on the peacekeeping function, and I don’t like putting you in danger. Not only are you my baby sister, but you’re a Key—you’re one of the gods we train to protect. I hate everything about this. Unfortunately, I don’t have another option.”

“I could go,” Mia offered. Her voice was shaky, but she held her head high.

“No.” Five voices sounded as one. A combination of relief and disappointment flickered across Mia’s features.

“If I’m not ready, you’re definitely not ready,” I reminded her. “I’ll get this one, and once I have a handle on this bizarre skill set I’ll pass the torch to you. I promise.”

“I’ll hold down the fort from here this time.” Mia stared me down. “But I don’t want to be on baking duty with Henrik forever.”

I swallowed. Figure this out, Elsa.

“Hey, there are worse things than baking with me.” Henrik raised an eyebrow. “I never did teach you to make my mom’s chocolate mousse cake, did I?”

Mia looked up with a small smile. “Does she use Mexican vanilla?”

“Tahitian,” Henrik countered. “And I’ve got a stash in my secret cabinet.”

“Now that that’s settled, does anyone want to tell me the name of the perp we’re retrieving from that Odin-forsaken realm?” Brynn chimed in.

I turned to my brother and waited for his answer. When he spoke, his voice was clipped.

“Runa.”

The name fell like a lead balloon at a birthday party. Brynn’s mouth dropped open, and Henrik sucked in a breath. I couldn’t see Forse’s face, but the sound of knuckles cracking behind me let me know he wasn’t happy. I could relate.

Oh dear gods. We’re going after Runa.

The room swirled in a violent vortex, and Forse gripped my arms to steady me. As he righted me in my chair, the world slowed to a standstill. Runa was more than just Forse’s psychotic ex-girlfriend. She was the monster who committed the crime—the one that changed everything.

When I finally found my voice, it came out dry and scratchy. “We’re going after Runa.”

“Yes.” Forse watched me carefully.

“And you’re charging her with high treason.”

“Yes,” Forse repeated.

“Good.”

Forse kept his hands on my arms as I breathed through my rage. “Elsa, if you don’t want to go with us we can—”

“We can what?” Tyr interrupted. “We can’t let the dark elves keep her—her crime was against Asgard, and she needs to answer to our realm for what she’s done. Not Svartalfheim. You of all gods know that.”

“I’m not letting her hurt Elsa!” Forse exploded. The words echoed off the marble countertops, piercing the normally calm kitchen.

“I’m not letting her hurt anyone!” Tyr yelled back. “And the only way I can ensure that is if I bring her to Odin!”

“Enough!” I interjected. With my emotions under control, I re-opened my abilities and sent waves of calm at Forse and Tyr. Their chests continued to rise and fall with angry breaths, but their auras reflected a slight decrease in rage. It was the best I could do. “Forse, I understand where you’re coming from. But Tyr’s right. Runa needs to be brought to justice. And since that’s you”—I tapped the justice god with my pointer finger—“and since I’ve got your back whether you like it or not, I’m going with you. Tyr’s spot on; we don’t want this exchange going bad. We can’t let her hurt anyone else. I need you to have that faith in me you promised you would.”

“I believe in you, Elsa. I’ve always known you have what it takes to master this job, even before you believed it yourself. You’re incredibly powerful, and you can do anything you set your mind to. But there are so many forces working against us these days. If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself.” Forse pressed his forehead to mine. His concern was sweet, and normally I’d have melted into a giggling mess at the contact, but right now I just couldn’t go there.

“Let’s make sure we’re all safe then. We’ll bring Runa in so she can be prosecuted to the fullest extent of Asgardian law.” I shot Forse a look brimming with confidence I didn’t actually possess. Since the energetic fireballs shooting between him and Tyr suggested they still operated at a six on the anger scale, it was clear I was a woefully ineffective Unifier.

And I had the job of my life ahead of me.

 

Review:

[book rating=5/5]

If you’ve read the Ære Saga thus far, you have become acquainted with Asgard’s version of the Scooby gang and you’ve caught on to the theme of each book focusing on one couple. Perfekt Balance is Elsa’s story, and center’s on her love for Forse, her role as Asgard’s High Healer, and her struggle as Unifier—a role which she was thrust into unexpectedly. When an old enemy returns, she is recruited for a mission involving her brother Tyr, his bodyguard Brynn, and the god of Justice, Forse, who just happens to be the love of Elsa’s life. The mission of course goes haywire and the entirety of the story is Elsa trying to rescue herself from her captor while ensuring the safety of those she loves, from a very far distance.

Elsa is another wonderful Bende heroine; she is smart, kind, plucky, and determined. Her powers as a healer give her unique talents that allow her to help her friends . . . and result in some really funny scenes.

Elsa sees only the goodness in others, despite whatever horrors they might have wrought. She is patient, as I imagine she must be since the god of War is her brother and the god of Justice holds her heart. And she firmly believes that “a kind heart can brighten even the darkest realm,” a line that brought me to tears when I was reading the book.

And let’s not forget Justice, the god that Elsa loves. What is it with these Asgardian gods and their stubbornness/complete blindness to what is right in front of them? Forse is quiet and contemplative, perfect qualities for a god of War who has to consider all sides of a story before making a ruling. But man, is he a doofus when it comes to Elsa! There were some wonderful scenes with the two of them, from her waking up with him on the couch after accidentally falling asleep, to the two of them mooning for one another while Elsa was inside Tyr’s head (hysterical!), to that final chapter . . . which I won’t spoil. Let’s just say, it brought tears to my eyes.

I know for a fact that S.T. Bende did an extensive amount of research for this book and I was, as usual, impressed by her commitment to honor that which she writes about. Her writing is just so smart. She is obviously a naturally talented writer.

Perfekt Balance is another triumph for S.T. Bende, filled with breathtaking, ethereal imagery; a ton of action (including some well-written fight scenes); and, most of all, love. It’s obvious that S.T. Bende’s life overflows with love, which she in turn pours into everything she writes. These characters have become near and dear to me, and I can’t wait for Perfekt Match (book four)!

Quote:

“You saved me,” Forse whispered quietly. He stared a Tyr, his eyes glowing with warmth.
“It was nothing.” Tyr shrugged, but I could feel his relief. “I owed you one from that last time in Jotunheim when you jumped in front of that frost giant and—”

“Not you.” Forse rolled his eyes. “Her. Is Elsa still in your head?”

Yes! I screamed.

“She is,” Tyr answered. “But if you don’t stop starting at me like a lovesick puppy, I’m going to ban her from my brain for life. This little infatuation fest is getting weird.”

Author Bio: S.T. Bende

Before finding domestic bliss in suburbia, S.T. Bende lived in Manhattan Beach (where she became overly fond of Peet’s Coffee) and Europe… where she became overly fond of McVities cookies. Her love of Scandinavian culture and a very patient Norwegian teacher inspired the books of The Elsker Saga and The Ære Saga. She hopes her characters make you smile, and she dreams of skiing on Jotunheim and Hoth.

Find S.T. on Twitter @stbende, her website, or Facebook. While you’re at it, introduce yourself to @UllMyhr and @TyrFredriksen — when they’re not saving the cosmos from dark elves, they love meeting new friends . . . especially the human kind.

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