Release Blitz & Review::The Silver Swan by Amo Jones
Title: The Silver Swan
Series: The Elite Kings Club #1
Author: Amo Jones
Genre: Romance
Release Date: March 7, 2017
Blurb
Riddle me this...
“I am neither dead, nor alive, and I’m not something little Madison can hide.
But you will be dead, by the time this is done...
the timer starts now, and the games have just begun…”
Madison Montgomery comes from money and power, but when someone close to her commits the ultimate crime, Madison must live with her tainted name for the rest of her life. When she begins Riverside Preparatory Academy, the private school her father has swept her into in The Hamptons, she hopes for a fresh start. What she wasn't hoping for was the pack of bad boys who run the school; ten, to be exact. When Madison gains the attention of their leader, Bishop Vincent Hayes, a whole new world that she didn't think existed is exposed to her. A whole world that starts and ends with The Elite Kings Club and these boys, are about to flip her world upside down. Secrets are overflowing and family lies are about to be exposed. Is there more to Madison Montgomery than even she knows?
About this book:
I need to admit something right now. The Silver Swan is f*cked. It might be the most insane story I've ever written with equally insane characters. Who knew? You know, when I started this book, it was supposed to be YA. I wanted to write a book that my sisters could read. A book that won't have people look at my mum like "damn... what sort of messed up shit happened to your kid?". The angst, the assholeness, the games, the f**kery, the WHAT THE F**KING F**K ARE YOU DOING???!!!...
I cannot even.... anyway, this is a warning (and the only one I'll give you). It's crazy. I don't compare my work to my others, but this book is f**ked. It will most likely stomp all the f**k over people's hard limits (and not give a sh*t while it's doing it) and will make you second guess all the morals you thought you had.
This most definitely is not looking like a love story right now... more like a..... I don't even....*shakes head* anyway, I apologise now. You asked for it..........
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5 of h5Hearts
Holy twisted masterpiece!! This story is dark, deceiving, and leaves you begging for more after each and every page! By the end of this book, I was peeved because I knew Amo was about to leave us in one heck of a cliffhanger. And I was right. The Broken Puppet will be book two and we do not even have a blurb yet!! I need this book now!
This was my first book by Amo Jones and most certainly will not be my last. I absolutely loved her dark and twisted writing style. Amo captivated me at every turn during this magnificent web of lies and debauchery.
The best way I know how to describe this book is to have you think of it like the movie The Covenant minus the paranormal part. The rich and elite with their secret society that did as they pleased and no one questioned them. Because if you did there would be hell to pay. You either wanted to be with The Elite Kings Club or were terrified of what they could do to you.
When this book started out Madison "Madi" Montgomery has been uprooted and moved again into another elite school. Her father is smitten with another woman and she is left to fend for herself while getting to know her new soon to be stepbrother Nate (who is one of the Elite Kings Club).
Madi quickly realized that the school along with stepbrother and his friends are hiding some pretty dark and mysterious secrets and she is caught smack dab in the center of the chaos.
Nate "friends" are scary as heck and Madi knew that she is not safe with them. The issue is that the more she tried to push away from it all, the more it pulled her back into the quicksand that revolved around them all.
Madi's biggest issue is Bishop Haynes. She is drawn to this man like a moth to a flame. Deep down she knew she should not get close to Bishop. She could fill the eerie evilness that revolved around him. But reasoning was out the window when it came to Bishop. Even with all the lies and deceit, she wanted him more. He told her what he could, he told her he was evil and that she should run. But Madi being Madi demand she needed answers.
Bishop Haynes is dark and deadly. Every time he pushed Madi away, he sucked her right back in. He wanted her even though he knew he should not want anything to do with her. I personally loved their love-hate relationship. There is a fine line between love and hate and these two balanced it beautifully.
Quote to sum it all up!
"The students of Riverside Prep are just pawns in their sick and twisted games. They own this school, Madison." <-- True fact.
I am curious if we will get books revolving around the other guys.
Nate was the joker who always added that comic relief when we needed to take the crazy down a notch. I want to see what will conspire between him and Tillie. Though I am pretty sure she is just a pretty pawn he is attached to.
I also need answers revolving around Brantley!! Brantley just might be a psychopath but I still need answers to why he is the way he is. LOL
The ending, when it all comes crashing down around Madi, Amo left us with one heck of a CLIFFHANGER had me contemplating chunking my kindle.
Excerpt
“Nate?” I whisper. “Maybe I took a wrong turn.”
Silence.
“Nate!” I yell down the phone. “This isn’t funny.”
“I’m not laughing, sis. Keep going, we can see your headlights.” What am I doing? I’m basically relying on the fact that Nate and I had bonded a little and that both our parents are together. I’m not sure those facts are worth my life. No, he wouldn’t. I’m just being paranoid. The only time, except for school, where I didn’t bring my fucking pistol either. I sag in defeat. My dad will not be impressed with my not carrying, and my mom will no doubt be screaming at me from the other side about how these are the reasons why she and my dad educated me so much on firearms. I’ve failed as a fucking daughter. I shuffle up in my seat.
“Nate, I don’t fucking see anything up here but ja—OMG!” I slam on the breaks, all four tires locking up in a skid. I squeeze the steering wheel tightly, banging down the locks on the doors. “Nate!” I yell into the phone.
Silence.
Slowly, I look up out the front windscreen, the thick dust from my tires interrupting the loose gravel still floating in the air and that’s when I see it again.
Ten men.
Ten dark hoodies covering their faces.
Ten—“Nate..” understanding sets in. Ten.
Slamming the gear into reverse, I’m just about to floor it backwards—to hell with anything or anyone behind me—when my driver’s window smashes into a million pieces, the tiny shards of glass falling onto my lap. I scream, my hands coming up to shield my face just as an arm slips inside and pops up the lock.
A deep menacing chuckle breathes over the back of my neck just as a leather gloved hand wraps around my mouth and pulls me out of the car. “Hello Madison. You don't know us, but we know you. We want to play a game. Here's what happens if you lose...”
Silence.
“Nate!” I yell down the phone. “This isn’t funny.”
“I’m not laughing, sis. Keep going, we can see your headlights.” What am I doing? I’m basically relying on the fact that Nate and I had bonded a little and that both our parents are together. I’m not sure those facts are worth my life. No, he wouldn’t. I’m just being paranoid. The only time, except for school, where I didn’t bring my fucking pistol either. I sag in defeat. My dad will not be impressed with my not carrying, and my mom will no doubt be screaming at me from the other side about how these are the reasons why she and my dad educated me so much on firearms. I’ve failed as a fucking daughter. I shuffle up in my seat.
“Nate, I don’t fucking see anything up here but ja—OMG!” I slam on the breaks, all four tires locking up in a skid. I squeeze the steering wheel tightly, banging down the locks on the doors. “Nate!” I yell into the phone.
Silence.
Slowly, I look up out the front windscreen, the thick dust from my tires interrupting the loose gravel still floating in the air and that’s when I see it again.
Ten men.
Ten dark hoodies covering their faces.
Ten—“Nate..” understanding sets in. Ten.
Slamming the gear into reverse, I’m just about to floor it backwards—to hell with anything or anyone behind me—when my driver’s window smashes into a million pieces, the tiny shards of glass falling onto my lap. I scream, my hands coming up to shield my face just as an arm slips inside and pops up the lock.
A deep menacing chuckle breathes over the back of my neck just as a leather gloved hand wraps around my mouth and pulls me out of the car. “Hello Madison. You don't know us, but we know you. We want to play a game. Here's what happens if you lose...”
Author Bio
Amo is a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long romantic walks to the wine cellar.
She loves to write like how she lives, hanging on the edge of insanity with a wine glass in one hand and her morals-or lack thereof- in the other.
Those are not my monkeys, I swear....
Oh those hellhounds? Yeah, those are mine.
Those are not my monkeys, I swear....
Oh those hellhounds? Yeah, those are mine.
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