#elly blake

[bookaddict24-7]

(New Young Adult Releases Coming Out Today! (February 11th, 2025)

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Have I missed any new Young Adult releases? Have you added any of these books to your TBR? Let me know!

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New Releases:

The Forest King's Daughter by Elly Blake

Wicked Darlings by Jordyn Taylor

Where Shadows Bloom by Catherine Bakewell

Dropping Beats by Nathanael Lessore

(S)Kin by Ibi Zoboi

New Sequels:

Reign of the Talon (Talons #3) by Sophie Kim

Once A Castle (Carrick Hall #2) by Sarah Arthur

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Happy reading!

[galamurphy]

"How handsome he must have been before he was burned. Heat flared over my skin. How handsome he was now."

"Frostblood" by Elly Blake

[haveyoureadthismgyabook]

Series info:

Book 1 of The Frostblood Saga

Book 2: Fireblood

Book 3: Nightblood

[pics-and-fanfics]

Night blood spoilers under the cut (typing on my phone so I’ll fix this when I get home!)

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I swear to god I am ugly crying in the middle of class bc eurus really killed Arcus, my heart will never fucking heal

I’m never going to emotionally recover from this, how dare you Elly Blake

😭

[thatonetransguyincanada]

🔥Spoilers for Fireblood by Elly Blake🔥

So so so so so so so. Im almost done reading Fireblood after literally years if it being half ridden and sitting on my bookshelf waiting. Before I picked it up again one if the few things I remembered was I absolutely did NOT trust Prince Eiko. The guy just put off some vibes that I was not liking and for the longest time I low key believed he had the Fire Minax or was being possessed or something. And literally until Sud’s Throne was melted did I finally go, “ahhh okay maybe now I’ll trust him.”

Moving on it was foreshadowed in the book that the Frost Minax was on a boat or something in one of Ruby’s dreams. At first I thought Arcus was possessed and didn’t realize it or when Ruby talked to him in the tower she was just so relieved and worried about him she didnt see any signs of possession. BUT THEN Ruby went to Arcus’ ship and as SOON as Marella and her room was described I immediately thought, “oh this bitch has the Frost Minax for fucking sure.”

And fair to say, I was right and that makes me happy. Just wanted to share that while I still feel the pride.

[books-to-add-to-your-tbr]

Title: Frostblood Saga

Author: Elly Blake

Series or standalone: series

Publication year: 2017

Genres: fiction, fantasy, romance, adventure

Blurb: 17-year-old Ruby is a Fireblood who has concealed her powers of heat and flame from the cruel Frostblood ruling class her entire life...but when her mother is killed trying to protect her and rebel Frostbloods demand her help to overthrow their bloodthirsty king, she agrees to come out of hiding, desperate to have her revenge. Despite her unpredictable abilities, Ruby trains with the rebels and the infuriating-yet-irresistible Arcus, who seems to think of her as nothing more than a weapon...but before they can take action, Ruby is captured and forced to compete in the king’s tournaments, which pit Fireblood prisoners against Frostblood champions. Now, she has only one chance to destroy the maniacal ruler who has taken everything from her...and from the icy young man she has come to love.

[guide-to-galaxy]

BLOG TOUR: The Forest King's Daughter by Elly Blake (BOOK REVIEW)

It’s been a while since I’ve had a blog tour post so let’s get into this! Thanks so much to TBR and Beyond Tours for the arc and the spot on the blog tour! It’s a tale of family, loyalty, truth, and romance and I liked it. 📚🚀📚 See my Disclaimer Page for a full disclaimer: I received this e-arc from the blog tour company (TBR and Beyond Tours) and the publisher (via Netgalley) in return for a…

[judgingbooksbycovers]

The Forest King's Daughter

By Elly Blake.

[itshelia]

My mom to her friends, my aunts, and literally everyone she knows: Yeah, my kid is so smart. She is on her phone a lot of the time, but it's not like you guys think, She is not like how kids nowadays are, She reads a lot of books on her phone!!

Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:

[roseunspindle]

Books by “B” Authors I own and Need to Read (Part 3)

[sleepyangelkami]

SLEEPYANGELKAMI'S NAVIGATION

hello my lovelies!!

gonna be honest, no idea what a navigation is. however, this page will be used for a couple things i need to say and my masterlists down below!!

you guys can request me any character and if i know them, i'll write them. however, if i do not i'll either watch what they're in and do my best or just leave it if i'm too busy.

please be patient with your requests i get tonnes and i'm still finishing up my schooling.

my blog is a safe space and i don't tolerate any hate towards anyone here!! no kink shaming!! no sfw shaming!! no shaming period!!! thank yous <33

and now, to the part you're all here for...

MASTERLISTS

THE LAST OF US

Ellie Williams

DC UNIVERSE

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

ARCANE

Vi (Violet)

THE WALKING DEAD

Daryl Dixon

Carl Grimes

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

SHADOW HUNTERS

jace herondale

THE 100

bellamy blake

john murphy

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester

dean winchester

[love-toxin]

babysitter -> blake endon

a/n: this was supposed to be my intro piece for blake but better late than never !!

(cws: some alcohol use, blake being slightly inappropriate)

word count: 2.4k

"...He can go down for his nap around noon, he usually gets tired after lunch."

The man whose ad you responded to stands with the four-year-old in question balanced on his hip, the little boy wiggling around in his father's hold as he mimics the thrum of an engine with a little plastic airplane in hand. He's pretty loud, but that's because the cochlear implants he's got in only work so well, if they're even on right now.

Siri, the boy you offered to babysit, is a little more excitable than you thought he'd be–he ran up to you the second the door opened like a madman, totally undeterred by the idea of a stranger in his house, and immediately started pulling on your hand to come see his action figures before his dad could even get out a hello. But you're used to that, and you wouldn't have picked up the phone to call in your services if you didn't think you could handle one rowdy toddler. This thing with his dad, however…you dunno, you can't place it, but something's just different.

Blake had given you the briefest once-over when you showed up at his front door–probably just to make sure you fit the description you gave–but even so, the look in his eyes gave you a tugging sensation at your nerves. Like he was really looking at something else, or maybe even checking you out…but that's just ridiculous. He probably doesn't have a wife considering the distinct lack of a feminine presence in the house, but he might have a girlfriend or another partner that would nip those possibilities in the bud. Oh, and he is a bit older than you, plus he's frustratingly handsome and charming to the point that he's completely out of your league.

He sets down the kid just for him to go running off to his toy box, eyebags dark and prominent as he runs his fingers through his hair tiredly. Yet, when he looks at you, he's inclined to smile a little lopsidedly.

“Thanks again. He's a handful, but he shouldn't give you much trouble. Right, Siri?” He turns to the boy and taps him on the shoulder, and when he whips his little dark-haired head around his father gestures the warning to him. “Right, Siri?”

The little boy fingerspells back. “Yes, papa.” Satisfied, Blake gives him a kiss on the head and stands up to pluck his jacket off the armchair as he walks by, ruffling his hair while you follow him to the front door of the apartment.

“Alright, that should be everything-” He pats his pockets and digs in them for his wallet, from which he starts thumbing out crumpled bills with a dab of his finger on his tongue. “-Twenty, thirty–here, forty.” He claps the money down in your palm and gives it a gentle squeeze. That, paired with a wink from his green eyes as he opens the door has your heart fluttering in your ribcage like a bird thumping on bars. “Anything goes wrong, call the restaurant. I shouldn't be too late.”

“Have a good shift, Mr. Endon.” You smile with bright eyes. Blake lingers in the doorway with his hand on the knob like he's rethinking his leave altogether, but soon enough, he's on his way.

“Thanks, doll. See you soon.” He grins right back, and steps down the hall backwards just to catch one more lingering look at you before turning on his heel and bounding down the corridor to the elevator.

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Over ten hours later, the sun has set over the horizon outside, and you've only just managed to put the little firecracker to bed.

After lunch, Siri had dashed around the apartment several times in an attempt to get you to chase him–and when you tired out, he'd sat down in the living room and gathered all his toys together to make a sort of kaiju simulator. At least that was simpler for you to entertain, as all you had to do was take a break on the couch to catch your breath and watch the little guy stack up his blocks to make buildings and arrange all his planes and cars on pretend roads, so he could smash through them like godzilla. Once you'd managed to get him to clean up the aftermath of his ruined city and put all his trucks and trains and rubble back into the toy box, he took a while to pass out on the sofa and you had some respite, just as Mr. Endon had promised.

Once he'd expelled all that energy, the late afternoon had gone by in a much calmer state. You put some canned spaghetti on the stove and frozen meatballs in the toaster oven, and after you coaxed him into eating his fill and cleaned up the mess left behind, Siri crawled into your lap and signed that he wanted to watch cartoons. So you did, and he cuddled with you so sweetly you weren't sure he was the same rowdy maniac you'd run after earlier. But all was well, and he went down easier than you expected, though the boy clearly wanted his dad to tuck him in and a few tears were shed when he realized he wouldn't be. Yet, still, he went down like a babe eventually and you bummed out on the couch for an hour now with no sign of Mr. Endon's return.

He said he would be home by 9. You think to yourself, sighing softly as you weave a thread from your sleeve between your fingers boredly. Part of you wants to call the diner, see what's taking so long, but would that be over the line? You have a life, after all. But you're nervous, and unsure, and before long you have the phone to your ear and the line is ringing to the other side.

“Hello?” A woman's voice picks up on the third ring. However tired you feel, she sounds twice as much. “How can I help you?” She tries to put a cheery spin on her words.

“H-Hi, um…is…is Mr. Endon-?”

“Oh–Blake?” You stutter in trying to answer, but she speaks again. “You wouldn't happen to be Blake’s sitter, would you? He said you might call.”

“Uh…” You twist the phone’s cord around your fingers. “...Yeah. Is he, uh–he was just running a bit late, so I was wondering if, y’know, everything’s all right.”

“Yeah! Yeah, everything’s fine. Well, uh, he’s fine–we just got hit with a health inspection unexpectedly, so they're doing a deep clean. He tried going home early but, honestly, the kitchen would probably kick his butt if he skipped out.”

“I understand, yeah–that’s fine.” You stammer out. Why didn't he call you? You silently wave the thought away. “Sorry for bothering you.”

“It's okay!” She replies, kindness creeping into her voice. “They should be done pretty soon. Want me to tell him you called?”

Just as you're accepting her friendly offer, someone calls out to her; Lil, is that for me? And with a sudden swap of the phone you can hear the huff of Blake's low voice hit the receiver, your hairs raising on your neck at the thought of him getting annoyed with you calling his work. Even though he gave you permission to.

“Hey sweetheart,” He breathes into the phone. Your skin prickles for an entirely different reason at that affectionate nickname. “Sorry, I got caught up. Siri doing okay? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, uh…yeah, we're fine. Siri's in bed. He ate all his dinner–uh, except for a meatball or two.” Blake laughs gently on the other end.

“That's great. He's never that good for me. He must like you.” The way he sighs betrays the front he's putting up, and that he's really just running on fumes. “Can you hold out just a little longer, honey? I'll be home right away. Ten minutes, tops.”

“No, of course! Don't rush, we're doing okay.”

Honey?

“I'll pay you extra when I get back, promise.”

“It's really okay, Mr. Endon.” Your lips twinge upwards into a smile despite trying not to let it show. “Siri's great. I really don't mind staying longer.”

“You're a gem.” He sighs in relief. “Okay, I'm on my way. See you soon.”

“See you.” The line clicks, and you force yourself to hold in a squeal when you set down the phone. He's really fucking you over, and if it were anyone else you'd be pissed, but how could you be mad when he's so…so…ugh!

Despite trying not to get too excited about it, you hop up off the couch and hurry to the bathroom to check your hair, splash a little water on your face, and clean up as best you can before you hear the key turning in the front door. Your feet pound the wood flooring as you hurry back, and manage to hop over the couch arm and lay back semi-casually just seconds before Blake walks into the front hall of the apartment. He moves to shut the door behind him with his foot, obviously unworried about making noise–it's not like Siri will hear him, anyways. As he hustles into the living room, hair still tied up and away from his face, he stops at the sink to splash some water on his cheeks and wash away the sweat dripping from his forehead. The residue of the hot kitchen lingers on him still when he meets you at the edge of the couch.

“That's my bad, sweetheart.” He breathes, and gently shakes a bag at his side before setting it on the coffee table. “Brought you some food that was left over. There's wine in there too,” He calls over his shoulder, walking back into the kitchen to crack open the cupboards. “Have whatever you like, you can take home the rest. Want a drink?” He taps on a wine glass on the upper shelf. With a shake of your head, he relents and goes for the fridge to crack open a beer.

“Thank you, Mr. Endon. It was really no trouble, Siri's a great kid.” You smile as you stand from the sofa. As if sensing that you're gearing up to leave, Blake steps around the counter to meet you.

“I should be thanking you. It's tough for us right now, and you're really doing me a solid.” He takes a sip from his drink, his green eyes piercing yours for an instant. “I'd like to see you–have you here again, y'know. For Siri.”

“I'd love to.” Oh, now you're really beaming. He must think you're so naïve and too bubbly, but Blake doesn't seem bothered. No, he seems more interested as he leans against the counter, surveying you as his fingertip mindlessly traces the mouth of the can. After a touch too long of just silence, he reaches behind himself and you immediately try to wave off his gesture.

“Really, Mr. Endon, it's fine!” You insist with a warm face. “You don't need to pay me back.” He raises a brow, wallet in hand, and chuckles as he sets his beer down.

“Maybe I can pay you another way, then.” He murmurs with a glint in those piercing eyes.

To say your heart skips would be an understatement, because it jumps into your throat the moment those words leave his mouth. “Ah, you're funny!” Your laugh comes out so awkward and high-pitched you can feel it in the back of your head. There's no fucking way he meant that.

With another beat of silence, Blake finally laughs and flips open the leather pocket, two crisp 20s pinched between his fingers that he presses into your palm. His insistence, paired with your embarrassment, ensures that you clench them in your hand and take the extra pay without much more resistance, and before long you're ushering yourself out of his apartment with a few more pleasantries exchanged before the door finally clicks behind you.

While you make your way down the hall towards the stairs, your heart pounds in your ears so loud you can barely hear anything over it, not the padding of your footsteps or the soft ding of the elevator as you step inside. The bag sags heavily in the crook of your arm–you can feel the bottle of wine in there, a whole bottle it seems like–and what the hell were you thinking? Either that last comment was straight-up harassment or you were an idiot to brush it off like it was nothing. Blake clearly enjoys your company yet you just had to fumble the bag like always, and you shake your head with a sigh as you wonder whether he was really hitting on you or not.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket and you fumble around to reach for it, finally slipping it out and balancing it as you hold up the bag of food. There's a text from Blake.

- Hey sweets. Thanks again for helping me out. Siri let me know you're his new favourite sitter haha :)

- I need a sitter on wednesday, too, if you're interested?

Without an ounce of hesitation you type out your reply with your thumb, and feel a familiar flutter in your chest as you send off your “of course!” faster than your brain can even catch up. Just as you're registering it, your phone buzzes once more.

- Perfect. Can't wait to see you again <3

- **siri, I meant siri can't wait to see you haha

- But I can't wait either :p

And god, you're so easy. Because despite the fact that you'll have to change your plans, regardless of whether or not you really need another 60 bucks to supervise a reckless toddler in your off time, that last text and that dumb little emoji has you hooked from the jump. You just have to see Blake again, you've got to catch these moments with him whenever you're able–and maybe this time, he won't be joking when he asks you that silly little question of payment.

[chulippi]

What’s ellis singing wrong answers only

[yanverse]

Ellie thank you for the FOOD!!! my brain .... I am already Contemplating the Possibilities....

babysitter!reader is so delicious, and God, I kind of love how complicated the situation could get with Siri involved. Because even if eventually you maybe pick up on a red flag or two from Blake, or even just don't feel ready to have kids / a serious relationship yet and feel uncomfortable once he voices those desires for you..... Are you just gonna stop taking care of Siri? You don't want to get him caught in the crossfire: you know he won't understand why you left, just that you did. And he shouldn't be punished for something that's not at all his fault. God, the ANGST potential.

And maybe over time, Blake starts to wear you down. You do like his company after all, he's handsome and hardworking and charming and he clearly adores you. So yeah, maybe you give in one night because you're inebriated, or horny, or just plain lonely. I assume baby trapping is a given with Blake, at least I hope it is 👀

😫😍🥴Agh grrrrr bark bark bark I'm biting him I'm biting him I'm knawing on him like a chew toy🤤🤤🤤

YESSSSSSS HEHEHE!!!!

babysitter!reader and blake goes hard--you'd feel so bad because blake has such a hard time getting sitters, whether it's expenses or scheduling or trust, or for the fact that most potential babysitters hesitate at the idea of watching a child with special needs. and siri just adores you right off the bat, you're an immediate friend to him instead of a caretaker, so if you ever thought to leave you know you'd be leaving that poor kid with so much sadness and hurt in his heart.

it's not his fault his daddy is so enamoured with you, and that he offers you a drink every time he comes home from work despite the fact that you always politely decline. or that he's constantly offering to give you rides home, drop you off places, even when you're not babysitting. when you come to the diner he works at he gives you your meals for free, and when he comes out to chat at your table while it's slow and people get the impression he's your boyfriend, he doesn't correct them. the one time he came home to find siri had dropped his dinner all over you, and you graciously accepted his offer of a shower, he could barely keep the urge to barge in at bay when he imagined you all sudsy and wet, soaping yourself down with those beautiful hands.

he kind of goes crazy for you. you wiggle into his brain and won't leave, he can't help imagining you with a little baby of your own to give siri someone to play with. after all, even though the last thing he needs for his financial stability is to support another kid, it would only take one time to get with you to lock you down to stay with him. just one torn condom, one drunken fling, and he'd have something you can share forever. how can he give up that opportunity once he thinks of it?

(cw: cheating)

and......now im thinkin....if you have a deadbeat boyfriend.....god help you. blake doesn't consider himself a traditional man by any means, he doesn't want a partner who's totally dumb and submissive to whatever he wants just cause he's a man. he likes it when you resist him a little, actually. but seeing you with some cheap, ugly, unkempt asshole will absolutely have him playing the father figure card when he gets the chance.

"does he treat you well? does he cook? can he clean? what do you mean he doesn't work? how is he gonna take care of you? what, he expects to live off you like a fucking leech?" blake has plenty of opinions and will struggle to keep them to himself. especially if there's an age gap and you're younger than him. he wouldn't have to ban your boyfriend from his home because you're too smart for that, you would never bring a stranger to meet siri in his own sanctuary, which is one of a thousand reasons why he loves you so much--he can trust you. but when your boyfriend picks you up and drops you off blake is hardcore glaring at him from the front lobby where he walked you down to hold open the door. and if you have a fight over text and he refuses to pick you up, telling you you're gonna have to walk, blake drives you with a death grip on the steering wheel as he forces a smile and pretends he's not seething at the audacity of such a pathetic man.

but despite hating your boyfriend with a violent passion, blake listens to you complain and will offer you reassurance, even though the mere mention of his name has him gritting his teeth. and when he has opportunities to turn you against him, he takes them. he'll slowly fuel your grievances until your partner gets heated with you, and tells you that your employer and friend is manipulating you, and the worst part will be that he's right. but you'll be so blinded by blake's words that you'll finally find the courage to break up with that deadbeat you called your love. and what better person to crawl back to for reassurance than blake, who will comfort and cuddle and fuck you until you can't think of that asshole for another second?

[starsm00n]

I don’t care, if he has brown eyes. I’m on my knees.

[bluvlet]

chambers.