Release Blitz: The Silver Swan by Amo Jones

March 7, 2017

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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"To stories that fuck you so hard you’ll need a cigarette.
This is one of those stories."- Amo Jones

I’m sitting here trying to figure out how to write this review. What can I tell you that will be just enough to peak your interest, but not enough to ruin the twists or the suspense, give you the wrong idea, or make me sound insane? I’m thinking the answer is probably not much. Yet, that’s what I have to do, so here goes nothing!

Madison Montgomery’s father moved them to a new town, because he found “the one”...again. Madi hoped that moving to a new city would let her leave behind the whispers and rumors surrounding her family. When your mother finds out your father is cheating on her and murders the homewrecker with YOUR gun before killing herself, people tend to talk. It’s the kind of thing that at the least intrigues others. Unfortunately, for Madi, it’s also the kind of thing that follows you wherever you go. 

Trying to blend in like she wants to turns out to be pretty impossible. She does manage to make one good friend, Tatum, at school which is more than she can usually say for herself. Tatum warns her to be careful when she captures the attention of a group of 10 hot as hell guys that are shrouded in mystery. Everyone wants them, wants to be them, and/or is terrified of them. According to the rumor mill, they supposedly belong to a secret club of some sort called, The Elite Kings Club. No one knows for sure what it is just that it has something to do with their lineage. The disappearance of Bishop’s ex girlfriend, Khales, is another topic of discussion among their student body.

Madi soon discovers that staying away from the boys simply isn’t going to happen. Not only does she draw the eye of their gorgeous leader, Bishop, but one of the guys, Nate, is actually her new stepbrother. Some of the group automatically acts like they can’t stand her, but they also stand guard over her at almost all times.

 At first, Madi thinks the rumors are just that; however, the more time she spends with the boys, the more she starts to think there is some truth to all the rumors. Everything is a secret, they keep referring to being part of a game, and do all sorts of other strange things that would make anyone question what the hell was going on. There are so many questions she wants answers to. There are so many questions YOU will want answers to. What ever happened to Khales? Why did Bishop’s father mistake her for someone else? Why does Brantley show such animosity towards her even though they just met? Why do they think she knows something that she doesn’t? What part of their life is this game they keep talking about, and what is real? Honestly, that isn’t anywhere near the amount of questions you will have while reading this or even after it’s over, but that’s all I can say without spoiling anything.

What did I think of The Silver Swan? Overall, it is a unique, intriguing, and captivating read. I was constantly questioning everything and waiting for the other shoe to drop. The whole time I read, the phrase “What the fuck?” was on loop in my head. I love books that keep me guessing, and this one definitely did that. I also love asshole alphas, and Bishop is a delicious one.
Did I have any issues with it? Sure. I think Madi was a little too easy when it came to Bishop and letting the boys slide for their erratic/totally messed up behavior. Not to mention, the fact that teenagers don’t have sex like that. Either way, it made the book more entertaining for me, so I wasn’t too bothered by it. LOL Again, that’s all I can really say without revealing too much.

Would I recommend it? Yes! If you like messed up stories full of mystery, asshole alphas, and suspense with some hot sex thrown in for good measure, this one is for you. I will warn you that while you will get answers to some of your questions, you will be left with even more, so if you don’t like cliffhangers, you may want to wait until the next book comes out to read this one. However, the cliffhanger didn’t bother me all that much to be honest. I am so glad that I decided to read this book, and I can’t wait to see what is going to happen next!

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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...”

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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