Author: Amo Jones
Series: The Devil’s Own #3
Published by Self-Published
Release Date October 11, 2016
Genres: Dark Romance, Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense
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I was light, and I was pure. Until I wasn’t.
I’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.
I’m more machine than man. I’m the alpha and the omega of The Army, and the leader of The Sinister Six Masked Huntsmen. I live and bleed this life. The arms that raised me weren’t carrying love— they were carrying knives and AKAs. 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.
Title: Razing Grace: Part One
Series: The Devil’s Own #3
Genre: Dark Erotic Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Cover to Cover Designs
Author: Amo Jones
Release Date: October 15, 2016
Whew… where to even begin. Having never read it or this author before, this series quickly became one of my new favorites. Book one starts out dark and you think to yourself it can’t possibly get even darker, then which each subsequent book you are proven wrong. You think the writing can’t get any better, the characters more complex, then story lines more interwoven, and then they do… A bevy of emotions ran rampant through my soul with each page turned and I felt as if I’d never be able to breath again. And then, even though I knew it was coming, it ends in a massive cliffhanger. Now I’m left frozen in time, free-falling, anxiously awaiting the conclusion. But wow, was the journey ever worth it!
There were times I ached for the characters and other times I wanted to strangle them. Raze/Tripp is the most magnificent character I never saw coming. Nothing could have prepared me for the complexities of this man and I have a feeling we’ve only scratched the surface. As dark as this book was and as much as I despised some of his actions, I couldn’t help but root for him and Millie at every turn. I know it will all make sense in the end, but when you are in the throes of it all, their relationship seems so bleak. That being said, I feel like all this was meant to happen in order for Millie to fully come into her true self. Whereas before she was only seeing the world with a bird’s eye view, now she has been exposed to all it’s atrocities and dastardly things it has to offer. No longer is she looking through rose colored glasses.
Another thing I loved about this story was I feel like Jones opened us up to at least 5 more books in this series as a possibility. Between these new characters and others in the MC with Beast and Heller, the sequels are endless and I cannot wait to see what comes next, well, after the conclusion to this story anyway. I’ll just be here waiting on pins and needles…
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.