Series: End of Men #2
Published by Self-Published on June 29th 2018
Genres: Dystopia, Romance
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Jackal Emerson has never taken himself seriously. Dubbed the “orgy king,” he’s renowned for his reputation as the wild End Man. But with the uprising on the horizon and his best friend missing, Jackal is having a hard time living the same carefree existence.
And then he meets a thief and everything changes.
Phoenix Moyo, principal dancer of a notorious ballet company, lives a life of rigidity. When her world collides with Jackal’s, their chemistry is evident to everyone except her. Forced to work with him to steal the most precious commodity of the Regions, she realizes too late that there is no escaping Jackal’s charisma.
When unimaginable crimes come to light, the Regions begin to crumble. No one is safe. Families divide and secrets are exposed, danger running rampant on every side. For some, sacrifice costs everything.
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I really loved Folsom but Jackal has taken the cake!!
I didn’t think I could love characters more than I did Folsom and Gwen. That was until I met Jackal and Phoenix especially Phoenix.
I’m in love with a girl and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Phoenix was bad ass. Strong. Resilient. Smart. Headstrong. Everything you look for in a strong female lead. She ruled this book with a passion. Who are The End Men when you have characters like Gwen and Phoenix taking the lead?
These men are secondary characters. Sure we need them to populate the world and a story to make it more romantic. But this book is about women taking back what is right when a world is governed with an idyllic belief that they can do no wrong. They take and take and take until there’s nothing left. In the end it’s all the same. Letting people believe they have power when in reality they don’t.
Gwen and Phoenix are changing that. Taking back their power. Their voice. To give others who can’t speak the strength to rise and be vigilant. Standing up for themselves. The Revolution.
I just can’t say it enough. Jackal is a book I won’t forget about easily. It’ll stay in my thoughts and dreams for weeks to come. These characters have a hold over me.
Fisher + Aster are bewitching. They capture your interest and write a story that bewilders you. Holding you in their spell until the very last page and still not letting you go.
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“Without the risk of getting hurt, there is no probability of falling in love,” I tell her. “Vulnerability and love go hand in hand.”
“That must be why all the men are gone.” She smirks. “With that sort of logic, it’s no wonder.”
I take her in—smooth, honey skin that smells like apples, the broad bridge of her nose and arched nostrils. I don’t know how to tell her that back then men were not the romantics. The things we had left of the past: the movies, and the books, and the stories, were things hoped for, not seen.
I lean close so that my mouth is next to her ear, my lips brushing her skin.
“There is no logic in love, little thief. It starts small and grows into something very big and endless. Something you’re willing to die for. Don’t you long to feel something like that? Instead of all the emptiness you’re so used to…”
She pulls back and stares me right in the face. I can’t help myself. The quirky little corner of her mouth is raised like she’s mocking me, probably not the best time to kiss a woman. But I drop my head anyway and kiss her, letting my tongue softly graze her bottom lip. She pauses, her breath sucking in, and then she pushes away from me. For a moment, it’s just the two of us facing each other on the dance floor, the cider lights speckling our faces, and then as abruptly as she pulled away, she turns on her heel and leaves. I smile as I watch her go, her steps unsure like she’s dizzy.
“Dancers don’t get dizzy,” I call after her.