Title: Crowned by Hate
Series: Crowned Trilogy #1
Author: Amo Jones
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 book blew me away -- it literally left me gobsmacked and left me wondering what I’d just read.
I’m going to tell you absolutely nothing about the story nada zilch nothing hehe! Amo never delivers what I expect from reading the blurb and I love that.
Her imagination is a scary wonderful kaleidoscope of characters that she drops into a story of fu**ed up epic proportions with plot twists you don’t expect that have you questioning everything.
As I read I thought I knew what was going on, was I right I’ll never tell so take the challenge buy the book and see if you can work it out.
reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood
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.