Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Release Blitz ~ 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


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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“Nate?” I whisper. “Maybe I took a wrong turn.”
“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.
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...”


This was an interesting read for me for a few reasons.

One it left me looking around because...what the fuck just happened. I read books with cliffhangers all the time. I read books with crazy things happening. BUT rarely do a read a book that has me "what the helling" throughout.

Two this was not my normal type of read in the sense that I normally do not read books where the characters are in high school. Like not ever, I don't like them, the characters usually bother me, the stories usually get under my skin. BUT this...this was not any of those annoying things.

Three, here I am days later, and I'm still thinking about what I read. Mulling over the ending, going back through because maybe I missed a piece of the puzzle because I'm feeling...I don't even know.

Madison Montgomery is starting a new school and not just any school; a preppy, rich school. Her name carries quite the reputation and not the kind that any 17 year old wants to have. As this book started I thought for sure I wasn't going to like it but the more I read, the more I wanted to know about Madi's past and the Elite Kings that graced the lunch room. These characters are unlike your normal high school characters. While they still have some juvenile problems, they are living in a very grown up world with very grown up situations.

The Kings all have this mysterious aura about them with large personalities. The type that sucked the air right out the book. Bishop seems like the leader of the club immediately and with that comes cold stares and brooding behaviors. Let's not forget the lies and riddles that come afterwards. All of the members of this "club" have this thing about them and they are impossible to figure out. Some are not friendly and some are too friendly and some are just there stalking in the background.

This book leaves you with more questions than answers. While a few things get resolved there is still so much unanswered. There is so much of the story still missing. I can't wait to get my paws on the next book in hopes that some of the mysteries will be resolved.

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.

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