First of all, let me get this off my chest. After how many titles, how come Amo Jones still can’t get a calendar and timeline down? Hers never make a lick of sense! You can’t tell me that an event happened, the next day someone was acting strange, and then they disappeared and then later tell me sixteen days happened within that one day and expect me to understand the plot. Time doesn’t work like that.
Jade and Royce are inseparable. Royce’s family fostered Jade as a child and adopted her, she and Royce and his friends were tight like Spanx, and everyone could see the writing on the wall that they weren’t sibling-like as they grew older.
If you are adopted, then you are no longer a foster; you are an adopted sibling. It’s semantics, yes, but, still, you aren’t what the author says you are through-out the entire freaking book. Either way, you aren’t blood-related and in the world of one-percenter who really would care, but why in the hell misidentify the situation? I can call my chocolate cake lunch for the entire afternoon because I ate it midday and say it’s an essential point to this review, and it would make as much damn sense as calling her a foster when she’s adopted.
Just when life is all perfect, and nothing could go wrong, Jade experiences Royce’s worst betrayal. And her entire life goes to crap. No spoiler here–this is an Amo Jones book that is just the start of the book.
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.