I'm so excited to present the long awaited release of Tacet a Mortuis (Whispers from the Dead) The Elite King's Club #3 is Now Live!!
Title: Tacet a Mortuis
(Whispers from the Dead)
Series: The Elite Kings Club #3
Author: Amo Jones
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 14, 2018
Hail to the king, and watch him reign, this game was somewhat fun, until the finale came…
Now we’re here, with carnage and despair, and the only questions left to answer, are the ones that do not appear...
A king loses a war, and a swan sheds her wings, chaos collides with peace, as the crows begin to sing…
Enter if you dare, because I swear the end is near, but nothing is as it seems, and everything is so bare.
So what the f*ck is going on at Riverside, I think, I think... everyone is about to die....
How much did this car cost you? He shrugged. Was a present, it’d be rude to not accept. Trust fund brat, I muttered, just as his door closed.
I pushed mine open and got out, noticing Bishop’s matte black Maserati GranTurismo. Did you make yours this low and supped up?
Like what is with all of you boys, you all ride in damn near half a million dollar cars and SUV’s, then you guys all modify them to look like something fresh out of Fast and Furious.
I eyed Nate’s new car. It really was beautiful, even though it was extremely low to the ground. The wheels were splattered with gloss black and the windows were also black.
Well, dear sister, first of all, have you forgotten we all race? He quirked his eyebrow, closing my door. Well, for shits and giggles mostly, and to run shit around town for Hector daddy boss.
No, I hadn’t forgotten, I’m just waiting for the time to bombard you all with my millions of questions. I figure if I ask you separately, you’re more inclined to answer me.
Whereas if I push all these questions on you all at once, there’s a chance you guys will let a few answers slip and I may not catch them.
I’m being thorough. We were walking through the side gate now, heading straight for Bishop’s pool house. The architecture continued to render me speechless.
His pool house was an exact replica of the main house, only smaller, and it was more like a two-bedroom loft, fitted with an open fireplace, a small bar, lush red marble counters, and the stairs that lead to his bedroom were built from glass.
Nerves began to eat at me, and I stopped walking, silently freaking out. What if he was in bed with Khales? I couldn’t be mad at him, but I knew it would shatter me.
Besides the fact that yes, I had handled things erratically in the past, I didn’t think I’d ever allow another man to physically put his dick in me—no matter how dizzy I may be at the time. Bishop, on the other hand, was a male. And he was—Bishop. Shit.
Kitty, it’ll be ok. Whatever happens from here, just swallow what you see. My eyebrows pulled in together, then I let myself get lost in Nate’s eyes. The comfort of knowing I could trust him eloped me, and I quickly nodded my head.
I could do this—regardless, and I needed to do this. I needed to tell him everything and fuck the consequences. We continued toward the pool house and then climbed the little wrap around porch.
Adrenaline spiked through me, and just as Nate went to knock (even though I damn well know he never knocked with Bishop or any of the other guys before), I twisted the door handle and pushed open the door. Fuck it.
I was Madison fucking Montgomery, and Bishop Vincent mother-fucking Hayes was mine. There was laughing in the kitchen, then it went silent. Bishop stalked around, my lady parts humming. He looked pissed, and pissed Bishop was always a glorious sight.
He was shirtless, the ripples of his tight body on display for me to wander, then my eyes dropped down to his jeans. Slightly loose, with tears and rips in all the right places, bare feet, and then my eyes slowly traveled their way back up again.
He had a cap flipped backward, his hair sticking out the edges slightly, a bottle of Jack dangled from between his fingers, and then I zeroed in on his eyes. They hardened on me, and he bared his teeth with a slight hiss, eyeing me up and down in disgust.
Oh shit. He was way past pissed. He sauntered into the little room even more, his swagger mixed between a relaxed soldier getting ready to go to war, and a loose teenage boy who gives no fucks.
He was… was he drunk? Bishop? Stupid first thing to say, but it was all I could manage. Oh, shieeetttt, Nate shuddered, quickly opening the door again. Yo, Kitty, we should come back… Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming rush to run.
It was as though Nate and I just walked straight into the lion’s den, and I’m almost certain we were about to be ripped to pieces. Dumbest decision ever. Why the hell did I think it would be a great idea to come and poke the monster that I created?
Well, because like the stupid girl I was, I thought the monster would forgive me. Monsters don’t forgive, especially ones who have tattoos and drive Maseratis.
I sucked down my nerves when his chest brushed against my breasts. I stepped backward quickly, my back smashing against the wall, knocking down a painted canvas.
His nose came to mine, and I slammed my eyes closed. I couldn’t open them. I couldn’t face him. Open your fucking eyes, Kitty, he whispered devilishly, his lips brushing against mine ever so softly.
So faintly, I fell for it and my eyes opened. Terror seized my muscles when I saw his pupils were dilated, his eyes almost pure black. They looked erratic, deranged and unhinged. This was Bishop not in control.
©Amo Jones 2018
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Amo Jones is a small country girl totally winging this author thing (she's probably doing it all wrong). She likes cake, loves wine, and her religion is magic.
She's a profound work-a-holic, but when she's not writing, you can find her chilling with her kids & partner at the nearest beach, with a cocktail in her hand.
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