Sicko

Romance

Jones, Amo

Romantic Suspense

Amo Jones

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Malum: Part 2 (The Elite Kings Club)

Independently published

Razing Grace: Part 2 (The Devil's Own)

I was light, and I was pure. Until I wasn’t.MillieI’m Millie Hart, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve dedicated my life to my Catholic faith. It was a part of me every step of the way. So when I decided to join a nunnery, no one in my family was surprised. I’m not sure at what point my life changed or where it went extremely wrong. My nightmares are becoming realities as my world starts to slowly tremble under the ground I’m presently shackled to. I was taken. Everything I thought I knew was about to rain down on me in drops of lies, deceit, and undiluted evil. Tripp/RazeI’m more machine than man. I’m the alpha and the omega of The Army, and the leader of The 6 masked huntsmen. I live and bleed this life. The arms that raised me weren’t carrying love— they were carrying knives and AKs. I’m agent 000, the executioner, and the damn devil who walks in the flesh. No one can break through my hard shell— not even her.

Razing Grace: Part 1 (The Devil's Own)

Paranormal

MeadowI was four years old when I learned 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 rosesThe 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.BeastSome 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.

One Hundred & Thirty-Six Scars (The Devil's Own, #1)

Literature & Fiction

Genre Fiction

What happens when you’re the daughter of the most feared assassin known to mankind? After having to flee her family home in New Zealand at age eight, Alaina Vance knows very little about her parents. She now lives an uncomplicated life—in her final year of college—with her hardest decision being what drink to order. That is until she meets Zane Mathews. The sexy and domineering president of Sinful Souls MC. Her whole world as she knew it starts to flip before her very eyes. As everything that she thought she knew was really nothing at all.

Perilous love: Sinful Souls MC #1

Erotica

CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform

Vicky Abrahams has a tendency to get herself into tricky situations. But after a crazy spring break with one of her best friends, she has a bigger situation she needs to deal with--Blake Rendon. Blake is part of the Sinful Souls MC. He has never been interested in anything serious with any woman, until Vicky. This interest results in him taking time to figure out his feelings for her. Is it too late once he does? Has Vicky already moved on? Tired of all the secrets that almost broke her, she has every reason to be upset. But under it all, there's no one quite like Blake fucking Rendon. Watch this story unravel as you meet new characters and new stories.

Intricate Love: (Sinful Souls MC #2)

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

This book can be read as a standalone Melissa They say there are defining points in your life - moments where you f**ked it all up, moments that make you its bitch, moments that shape you into the person you are. The day I met Braxton Ward was one of my moments. My name's Melissa Hart, and I don't think you're ready for this story. Hella I go by a few names: Hella, Brax, 112, or, depending on whether I've been balls deep in you or not, C*nt. I don't push the boundaries because in order to do so, one must have them. I've never had them. Being homeless at the not-so-tender age of fifteen morphed me into an emotionless shell, and when The Army recruited me, that shell turned into steel. They say if fire is hot enough, it can melt steel; the hate that burns between Melissa Hart and me just might be hot enough. Shit doesn't come easy for us. Enemies are expanded, secrets are revealed, and lives will be taken. Yeah, I'm Braxton "Hella" Ward, and you bet your f*cking ass that you ain't ready for this story.

Hellraiser (The Devil's Own #2)

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?  About this book:  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.... anyway, I apologise now. You asked for it..

The Silver Swan (The Elite Kings Club)

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Sicko

Malum: Part 2 (The Elite Kings Club)

Razing Grace: Part 2 (The Devil's Own)

Razing Grace: Part 1 (The Devil's Own)

One Hundred & Thirty-Six Scars (The Devil's Own, #1)

Perilous love: Sinful Souls MC #1

Intricate Love: (Sinful Souls MC #2)

One Hundred & Thirty-Six Scars (The Devil's Own, #1)

Hellraiser (The Devil's Own #2)

The Silver Swan (The Elite Kings Club)