An all consuming, gripping and quirky romance that’ll leave you begging for more…
I was introduced to Amo Jones by Shannon (you’ll get to know her a bit better as our guest reviewer very soon), who told me that – quote: ‘You need to come to the dark side!’ And screw me sideways, was she right? I haven’t read any other of Amo’s books, YET, but after The Silver Swan I plan on ravishing every single thing she’s ever written. Most people know how much I love a dark romance. The more it torments me and makes me bleed the more I love it… I’m a masochist like that – but I also really enjoy that Gossip Girl type feel in books. Well, The Silver Swan delivered on all fronts. It’s dark, like Richard Kelly (Donnie Darko) dark and angsty, Tarantino quirky, and Cecily Van Ziegesar (Gossip Girl) bantery. It’s just the freaking BOMB! Like holy sexy poopballs frick!
‘In this world, secrets are weapons, Kitty. It’s what stands between us and six feet underground.’
The characters in this book are wowzers. Firstly, although the story is centred around Madi, you have two other main characters in the sexy Bishop and Nate. I classify them as main characters because they are a big part of the story like a leading male. Secondly, for 18 year olds these guys fuck like bulls on heat. She giggles as she types that… obviously. So mature. Thirdly, Amo has given us not one, not two, but a whole pack of delectable, angsty, sexy males. Yup, it’s a definite male coma alert! Just thinking about Bishop has me blushing, squeeing and drooling. He’s like a junior Talon Steel, Christian Grey and Gideon Cross all rolled into one. You’re gonna get wet.
‘Pure, hot, untouched, and lit-the-fuck-up fire.’
Anywho, getting myself together, character wise Amo Jones has created multifaceted – yet straightforward characters. What I mean by that is that although you peel back layers as the plot progresses (because the character development is tightly weaved into the plot), they are really well thought-out and mapped characters. Basically, the twists in the plot are what unravel the characters and they never lose their identity. This is really clever, because it keeps a fogginess as to where the plot is going. Bishop is alpha through and through, he’s broody, angsty, his presence is felt throughout the entire book even though he isn’t in every page – Bishop is the darkness. Now, Nate – polar opposite. Sure, he’s got a darkness to him, but he’s actually quite a soft character. Again, smart writing skills. The reason I say this is because Nate brings dry acrid humour to the plot to the point that he inserts this creepy heebie jeebies element to it. You following? I found this so intelligible and cunning on Amo’s part because that unsettling feeling is what keeps you guessing. With Bishop you know there’s trouble, with Nate you’re kept guessing just what that trouble is. Clever, right? This is flawless character development.
‘I have no problem breaking their itty bitty, little tender fucking hearts.’
Again, with Madi Amo has created such an intriguing and beguiling character. She’s intelligent, but naive in a way that endears her to the reader. Her naivete is what keeps you turning the pages because you know she knows that all is not what it seems and although the answers are right under her nose and the readers nose you just can’t put your finger on them. Her journey is the reader’s journey. Such awesome use of character. Freaking BRILLIANT really. It’s sort of like dramatic irony, only the reader doesn’t actually know what is actually going on – like Madi. It’s like a literary hustle. You then also have Tatum and Tillie, these are really secondary characters like the rest of the guys in the pack, however they are almost like reference points for Madi’s character. They contrast and serve to bring out Madi’s traits. Her interactions with them show different sides to her that you don’t necessarily see through her interactions with Bishop and Nate. To me this is where that Gossip Girl feel comes in.
‘…maybe girls are supposed to find their soul mates in their friends, and guys are just there for the D…’
I’ve touched a little on the plot, however I don’t want to dig too deep because the mystery of the plot is what makes this book a must read. You go in expecting one thing but every turn and intersection takes you somewhere different. Shannon and I have discussed this like batshit crazy fools because the cliffhanger really leaves you lost in the middle of nowhere with just one piece of the puzzle. Where is it going? How will it continue? Do you know what’s even more fascinating about this? That even though you get to know the characters, by the end you’re questioning who they are all over again. Biggest mind game ever… which, wait for it… is the plot of the story. Mind games – but are they really mind games?
‘No on really knows what happens in this club … you don’t want them to notice you…’
The Silver Swan has left me like whooooooa… I need to read it again, because I want to make sure I didn’t miss a thing. I want to read it again because it’s ingenious. I want to read it again because it made me wet. I will be reading it again because… it’s like a drug. I simply NEED MORE. So Amo, if you read this – give me a blurb and a cover for book 2, The Broken Puppet AfreakinSAP!
‘You may not know us, but we know you. We want to play a game.’
The Silver Swan is out now!
About the Book
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?
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……….
“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 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 the Author
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.