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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Review
I just... i mean...what?!?!... but... questions... head blown!!!
This is my first book by this author. I'd heard great things. Why did my friends not make me read before? ahhhhh just brilliant!
You've read the blurb and I'm scared of giving something away and spoiling it for you so i won't recap I'll just give you my rambling emotions and feelings on this book.
It's just BRILLIANT!! Honestly!! I love a good thriller and suspense i love not knowing which way things are going to go and with this you have it all.
At first i thought it may be a mean boys story. The majority of characters are in their late teens, they're all mostly rich with never ending credit cards and a privileged life. Sounds familiar? But boy was i wrong!! Reading the authors notes i guess is started out that way then her obviously dark mind took over and the outcome was this. The Silver Swan.
This isn't an easy read. You really have to concentrate on it to get all the puzzle pieces. Even then you'll have a million questions buzzing around your head. How? Why? Who? Are they in on it? What do they have to do with it? When did that happen? but? OMG!! I finished this last night and still they're buzzing round my head, different scenarios of how can it be?
I would imagine the author had to work just as hard stringing it together but it was so worth it! I was gripped from the start and did not put it down until it was done. Then at the end... jaw dropping WHAT?!?!?! GIVE ME BOOK 2 NOW!!! I even had to write down my questions running through my head so i won't forget for when book 2 comes out.
I think the only character I'm sure of is Maddison but then there's little hints here and there that she's hiding something and I'll be damned if i know what it is!?!?! She's a great character in that she's strong. She may seem shy and a loner but once she got some friends she seemed to open up and that was great to read. I'm really not sure about her friends. One i know knows things but the other.... I'm wary of her. I don't think it was coincidence they met on the first day.
Then you have the guys. I'm just... i really don't know about any of them!! Some of them are outright mean but then... sometimes those are the only trustworthy ones. Then some give you a mental whiplash, nice then mean. Cruel and then sweet. WHAT?!?! pick a personality already! lol You'll find yourself like Maddison oddly attracted to them and you won't have a clue why. Well with Bishop you will cause phewwww he can get the blood flowing!!
I just loved it!! I don't even know why! As you can tell it's a huge puzzle but i found it gripping and wonderful and it's made me desperate for book 2! I have no idea how many books there will be in this series and I'm not sure how much questioning torture i can stand if there's going to be more than these two but boy am i gonna put myself through it. Nothing is gonna stop me grabbing that second book the minute i can!
Can't recommend highly enough!
Reviewed by Kerry
★★☆ 5 "questions, questions so many questions" Stars ☆★★
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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.
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