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The Silver Swan by Amo Jones ~ Live & Review & Excerpt!Also by this author: Hellraiser (The Devil's Own #2)
The Silver Swan (The Elite King's Club, #1) by Amo Jones
Published by Indie on March 7, 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Pages: 261
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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..........



“In this world, secrets are weapons”

Here’s the thing. I’m pretty picky when it comes to YA but I’m a huge fan of Amo Jones so I jumped right into this. BEST. DECISION. EVER. There’s so much drama and suspense that I literally could not put it down. I devoured the entire book in one sitting and let me tell you, it was a fucking crazy ass ride. This shit here, it’s fucked up and that just calls to me.

I don’t even want to recap or really tell you anything because I truly believe that you should go into this book completely blind. To experience this from the beginning and get the raw emotions that I did. So I’m just going to stick to specific feelings.

This was written so well that besides the times when Madison and the boys were in class, I completely forgot their age and felt like they were older. I was so engrossed into the drama and was always kept on the edge of my seat. Every time I thought I had something figured out, some new piece of information comes out and it turns everything upside down.

Bishop. That should be enough said but I’ll keep going. Brooding, sexy and a complete asshole. SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. Holy hell, that line between love and hate is obliterated. The passion between him and Madi, whether he’s hating her or loving her, is so freaking intense. I could not get enough of him. Let’s be clear, he’s a complete dick but deep down you know his feelings for Madi are intense and real.

“When the lights go out, and no one is about, will Madison scream, or will she pout?”

Everything about this is one big game. It’s dark. It’s intense. It’s captivating. I absolutely love this book and will recommend it to anyone that can handle slightly darker reads. It will definitely push your moral threshold and it will be well worth it.

Fantastic job, Amo Jones. Fucking fantastic. I can’t wait to get my hands on the next one. I’m salivating at the thought of having that baby in my hands.


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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…”


About Amo Jones

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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