Title: The Silver Swan
Series: The Elite Kings Club #1
Author: Amo Jones
Genre: Romance
Release Date: March 7, 2017
Book Description:
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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Our Review:
Reviewed by Donna ~ 3.5 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***
“There are humans, and then there
are wolves, and then there is me…A fucking god”
Amo Jones is a new to me author and I was drawn to this book
because of the synopsis and the beautiful cover. Silver Swan did have a
“flavour” of another book I have read but the plot and style of writing bear no
resemblance to one and other. My other thought while reading this book was
actually the haunting voice from the “Saw” films… “Do you wanna play a game?”
and I have to say, that this freaked me out. Those films scared the crap out of
me and all this “riddle me this” just brought those blood curdling scenes to
mind and gave me the heebie jeebies…this book does not have that…yet, but
nothing would surprise me in books to come. This book definitely has me
intrigued and I cannot wait to see where the author takes this next.
“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. The games have just begun.”
Madison Montgomery comes from money and now that her dad has
a new woman on his arm she has been moved to The Hampton’s and is starting a
new, exclusive private school, oh and she also has a rather annoyingly handsome
step-brother who just so happens to be one of the “Elite Kings Club” members. Madison
was a ballsy, gun toting heroine that wasn’t intimidated by this band of merry
men and this was quite refreshing. Madison gave as good as she got even if that
did give rise to some awkward and dangerous situations.
“In this world, secrets are
weapons, kitty. It’s what stands between us and six feet underground.”
The Elite Kings Club has an air of myth and folklore about
it among the gossip mongers but it is far from legend. This club and its members are not well
regarded and are deemed extremely dangerous, the kind that you are warned to
stay away from…and definitely not sleep with, but that is hard to do when all
of them are drop dead gorgeous, intriguing and friends of your step-brother.
“This is all a game, kitty.
Bishop, me, the Kings – it’s a game, but it’s a death match.”
Amo Jones certainly managed to keep that air of suspense and
intrigue running throughout this book and that definitely left this reader on
the edge of her seat, frantically turning pages just to see what on earth would
happen next. My head is still running a mile minute trying to understand what
was genuine and what wasn’t and how the ending justifies the actions and events
that transpired before it. The added diary entries from times gone by only added
to my fascination as to how this all tied together.
For me personally, I did find the ending a little rushed,
and the pacing was vastly different from the rest of the book. This may be
intentional by the author to ramp up the heart rate as you go into the grand
finale but I would have liked a little more background in that regard. However,
I do feel that the explanations I crave will be addressed in the next book and
I cannot wait for that one to drop.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Everything, but most
importantly, what’s still to come.”
Yes, this book is crazy, yes, it is definitely fucked up,
but it is like car crash TV, highly entertaining, highly addictive and
unputdownable. Bring on book 2.
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...”
About the Author:
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.
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