In Fury Lies Mischief by Amo JonesMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
"This isn’t a fairy tale, or some achingly beautiful story about two soul mates who instantly fall irrevocably in love with each other." This is definitely not a fairy tale. This is book 2 of the Midnight Mayhem series. You really have to read book 1 to get the who is who and their background. I think it would be to confusing if you didn't. I love so much a story that you do not see whats coming and that is what Amo Jones books are. Its hard to write a review , where do you start? Each character has their own twisted personality that makes you hate no, love them! LOL! The story is a masterfully crafted to keep you in suspense and you think its going in one direction and all of the sudden takes a turn. I freakin love books like this!
I love Killian and his bada* cocky attitude. Saskia has her own broken story and was made for the show. Love her spunkiness. Don't want to give to much away you really must read the book.
Synopsis:
She was everything that I wanted.
He was everything that I despised.
Until she wasn’t.
Until he wasn’t.
Killian Cornelii was a walking calamity. He reached inside of me and touched every single inch of my ruined soul, but he didn’t just touch it. He caressed, petted, and captivated it. He tailored me to fit into the palm of his hands. The same hands that possess so much cruelty, were the very same that comforted me.
I thought I knew him.
He thought he knew me.
This isn’t a fairy tale, or some achingly beautiful story about two soul mates who instantly fall irrevocably in love with each other.
This is a story about a love so painful, so rich, that it destroys everything and everyone around it.
Including ourselves.
Midnight Mayhem is the platform to which Killian performs his tricks on, but the greatest trick wouldn’t come from him.
It would come from me.
Tricksters don’t have hearts.
They just pretend that they do.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
He was everything that I despised.
Until she wasn’t.
Until he wasn’t.
Killian Cornelii was a walking calamity. He reached inside of me and touched every single inch of my ruined soul, but he didn’t just touch it. He caressed, petted, and captivated it. He tailored me to fit into the palm of his hands. The same hands that possess so much cruelty, were the very same that comforted me.
I thought I knew him.
He thought he knew me.
This isn’t a fairy tale, or some achingly beautiful story about two soul mates who instantly fall irrevocably in love with each other.
This is a story about a love so painful, so rich, that it destroys everything and everyone around it.
Including ourselves.
Midnight Mayhem is the platform to which Killian performs his tricks on, but the greatest trick wouldn’t come from him.
It would come from me.
Tricksters don’t have hearts.
They just pretend that they do.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
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