COVER REVEAL: Malum Part 2 by Amo Jones

Some girls don’t like pretty things.

Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees.

They say magic isn’t real, but it’s it the closest way to describe love? It doesn’t exist physically. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. Their secrets are now mine. I’m not just in the middle of this game, I’m helping orchestrate it. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes?

The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. This is a war I will not win.

This is a war of fate.

She’s going to break.

She’s going to fall.

She will eventually come back to me, on all fours

Because this isn’t a fairy tale

I am no knight.

I’ll take all of her soul

And pour in my spite.

No light.

No light.

Even my darkness, survives in daylight.

This isn’t a fairy-tale.

But love does win

Because even through the sin

It’s her that lingers within.

She beats through my veins.

Whispers over my flesh

Tugs on my heart strings

Like a puppet tangled in a mess

Will my heart be enough

To bring her back to life

When the first thing she reached for

Was not him

Or him

Or me

It was the one person that haunted her, into misery.

This isn’t a game.

Those aren’t my tricks

If she doesn’t obey

There’s a number…


Start with Malum: Part One!

“Love is savage, love is blind, love is something they may not find…”

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a battered trailer, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. One day, she fell down The Elite Kings’ rabbit hole. Sucked into a dark vortex of lies, hate, and deceit, and spat out by money, glitz, and power. There were things this little girl didn’t know, things she was about to find out and secrets that have been kept from her. Those secrets were guarded by the boys that were about to smash her world open and tear it all apart… He may be a Malum, but she is a Stuprum, born into this world but neglected by the choice of her mother. Her eyes may not glisten with stars, but they roar with fire, and when she finally reaches her peak, it’s that same fire that will burn.

Them. All. Down.

My name is Tillie Stuprum, and my story is not like the rest. Everything she thought she knew is a fabricated version of the truth. I’m Nate Riverside-Malum, the one your girl whispers about to her friends and whose initials are scratched down your back. Her story is not like the rest of them, because her story is dead.

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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..."

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About The Author: Amo Jones

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. New Zealand is not a state of Australia and rugby is the best sport ever played.

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