Filthy, dirty book-nookie is the best foursome you can have with two book characters, and an author in a room full of other people while wearing your clothes. –You can quote me on that. Hell, I’m going to quote me on that.
Amo Jones and I book-nookied again. Midnight Mayhem is upon me, and I love the hell out of it.
Killian is back to his old trickery. His brand of mischief focused on Perse’s girl Saskia Royal. Despite her many self-lectures regarding making better choices about putting her lips where other skanky lips have been, Sass can’t quit the man-slut. There is something about the naughty Cornelii that she is angrily fascinated with, it pisses her off.
What in hell did I just read and why is it that all the twisted screwed-up-ness of it wowed the kittens out of me?
Amo Jones’ The Elite Kings Club series rides the razor’s edge of Horror, Thriller, and Dark Romance genres. It’s a mindfuck of epic proportions and the tension and terror of more than a few parts required Ativan to read through–this is meant as a compliment.
Notorious and spoiled Madison Montgomery is escaping one nightmare via being introduced to another. She is already suffering a hangover from her mother’s recent tragic murder/suicide. Now Madi’s father has collected a new trophy wife, complete with delinquent son, with which to gift his traumatized little girl. Her new home is overrun by her new prep school’s ‘Ol’ Boy’s Club: a veritable army of hot as sin douche canoes who alternately protect and terrorize her.