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Thursday, March 17, 2016

One Hundred And Thirty Six Scars

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Book: One Hundred And Thirty Six Scars
Series: The Devils Own #1
Author: Amo Jones
Genre: MC Romance
Cover Designer: Francessca’s Romance Reviews

Synopsis

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Meadow
I was four years old when I learnt what evilness the world could bring. I fought through life with my scarred soul, wrangled through the dark empty nights where I’d pray I didn’t wake up the next morning. I would shut my eyes and mentally take myself to my happy place.
Red roses
The sound of waves crashing on the sand under my feet. 
The final time the cold blade pushed up against my thigh, and I waited for my blood to trickle over the other One hundred and thirty-six scars that covered my skin— never came. Who was this man who just saved me? He had no idea how close I came to ending myself that day. I was ready to blow my brains all over the bedroom walls and I had a nine sitting under my pillow to prove it.

Beast
Some people have families, I had engineered human killing machines surrounding me my whole life. I’d been a part of this unit since I was a baby, raised in a community that was shut off from the real world. A community where we were nothing but empty vessels, until Hella (my best friend) and I escaped. Hella took us to a girl who was in foster care with him before he was summoned into The Army. After finding out yet another complication in my life, I needed space. I booked in to a run down apartment, ready to clear my head. Only my head didn’t clear, because I was haunted every night from the screams that would vibrate through my walls.

This is not a story of a perfect man coming in to save the day. This is a story of what happens when fate interferes and two completely broken souls collide.

*Potential triggers lie within this book.
** This book is gritty and contains dark content.


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Purchase Links

Amazon USA - http://amzn.to/1Pcw3m9
Amazon CA - https://goo.gl/M7FDrB
Amazon AUS - https://goo.gl/2TJ1UY

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What Others are saying:

If love MC and crave a different but absolutely amazing storyline THEN THIS IS THE BOOK FOR YOU! Its AMAZING! ~ A Brit and A Yank

SO CONSUMING, SO RAW, SO DARK, SO INTENSE, SO GRITTY, SOOOOOO EPIC!! ~ Kitty Kats Crazy About Books

I enjoyed this a lot, I'm eager to see what the author plans for Hella because wow, he was a bit of an arse in this one. I'll be keeping up with this series for sure, and I'll more than likely go back and read the Sinful Souls books too. ~ Mj’s Book Blog & Reviews

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Excerpt

Meadow 

I never thought too much into what I would do the next time I laid my eyes on the dark knight who swept into my life like a bandit of good deeds—my own saving grace. Would I run? Would I pound him with questions that I’m not sure I want to know the answers for? Women would talk of people saving their lives all the time at the meetings I would attend. They’d say things like, “He was a doctor, he saved my life,” or, “The man who saved me, he was the light in my tunnel of darkness.” I couldn’t refer to my encounter as either of those. My knight was not ‘lovely’ nor was he ‘the light in my tunnel of darkness.’ My knight was darkness, and like fighting fire with fire—I fought darkness with darkness. 

My name is Meadow, and this is my story.

Beast 

I knew exactly what I would do the next time—if I ever—saw the girl whose screams would vibrate through the run down walls of my apartment during the night. I never knew if they were screams coming from sleep, or screams tearing out from the awakened. But did it matter? The desperation in those screams pierced me like a sharply angled dagger, my very own personal weakness. Like Wolfsbane was to a werewolf or a stake to a vampire. I live in a world where werewolves and vampires don’t exist—daggers or wolfsbane couldn’t put my demons to rest. Because I don’t just have them, I am them. What I’ve endured, has morphed what could have been an innocent child and successful adult, into a demonic creature that even the people who created it, feared. The darkness has been surrounding me for so long, that it’s now the only way I can see. 
This is what happens when fate interferes and two completely broken souls collide. 

My name is Beast, or commonly known as Agent 316, and this is my story.

About The Author

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Amo is a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long romantic walks to the wine cellar. 
When she's not creating magic, you can usually find her relaxing in front of the television watching the latest episode of Supernatural or Vikings. (This will be updated as she finds new television shows with hot actors.) 
She's the proud mother of four little critters who are the reason she breathes, but also the reason she drinks. 
She's the wife-to-be to the love of her life. She says wife-to-be because she scares him a little, and he still hasn't decided whether he wants to wed her or not. Such an exciting relationship.
She loves meeting new people and believes the world needs more kindness. 
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