Genre: Dark Romance/Thriller
Release Date: November 14, 2017
Some would say I have a privileged life. Daughter of the current President of the United States, wealthy, famous, and all things that some girls wish they had.Only I'd dream of having a simple life. A life where I wasn't marrying the scariest man I have ever met. Well, I thought I had just met him, but it turns out, there's so much I don't know about myself. That's all thanks to a past so twisted, so warped, that no amount of money, or presidential status could wipe it clean.I'm the rebel child. Or as some may see it, the disappointment. I’ve never cared about expensive wedding gowns, or how much someone paid for a tailored suit. I don’t care if your wedding dress is from Walmart, or if it’s from some fancy, upscale designer line.So why am I marrying the devil dressed in a thousand-dollar suit?I'm about to find out how I got here. To marrying one of the most powerful men in the country. The road to finding out, though, is paved with darkness, painted with the blood of innocents, and it leads my ass straight to hell. Only this hell is a multi-million-dollar penthouse suite in New York City where Bryant Saint Royal, sits on his throne.
This story is absolutely messed the eff up...Just when you think you know what’s going on, something else happens and you have to re-evaluate all the theories you have going through your head. I was never bored with this book. I couldn’t stop reading this book. I am still reeling from the way this book ended. I want more! So much more! This book is so deliciously twisted, and will seriously drive you insane with how warped this world truly is. If you like iffy outcomes, and twisty situations, then this is definitely the book for you. I can’t wait for the next book to come it, because I have so many unanswered questions, and I can’t get the events that took place within this story out of my head!
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.