Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Release Blitz - The Broken Puppet by Amo Jones






My Thoughts

First of all I don't know whether to kick or kiss Amo for this total mindf*ck. Seriously I love every bit of it and will definitely lean towards the whole kiss her thing once I get over the urge to kick. This book will continue to take you on a ride with Madison that will answer a few of the questions you might have had after reading the first book, but then you will have about a bazillion more when done with this one. It will make you a little crazy needing to stay up all night to see what is going to happen to this girl next. I don't want to give ANYTHING away, but here are two observations. One - these boys have some seriously wacked daddies. SERIOUS. Two - Could Mads read this book any SLOWER??? I mean, come on. Again I am absolutely LOVING this ride that Amo is taking us on and can't wait to read more. Join me on the rollercoaster.

I give The Broken Puppet 5 hearts!





About the Book


“I thought I knew who I was, but I was wrong.”

The Silver Swan

1. A girl who is tarnished. Tainted. One who does not fit into the confinement of legend.

The Silver Swan

2. Madison Montgomery.

I was lied to.
I was cheated.
Resigning to pick up the scraps of empty memories and disarrayed thoughts, I left. After finally cutting the strings of manipulation, I resorted to do what I’ve done since I was a child, something my father drilled into my brain since I could handle my first rifle.
Run.
I’m a mere shadow of the girl they all knew.
Lies and deceit change you. They alter your entire outlook on life.
I’m Madison Montgomery, and I want to play a game.
Here’s what happens when I win.

Riddle me this, Mads.
What goes bump in the night,
but is something you can’t see with sight?
You may run, and you may hide.
Our happily ever after will be like Bonnie & Clyde.







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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.



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