Showing posts with label Elena Monroe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elena Monroe. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 4, 2020

The Initiation




Title: The Initiation
Series: The 4Horsemen #1
Author: Elena Monroe
Genre: Dark New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2020



Blurb

The seals have been revealed and God’s judgments on the earth is in. The Clave is here to deliver the news.

ABIGAIL
LA wasn’t home… just home for now.
Transplanted here to model I learned Hollywood isn’t where dreams survive the harsh reality of millions all sharing that same dream.
Executive assistant is who I am now.
Slave.
Hollywood’s darling took a liking to me. One not easily ignored when they give you a taste of the high life. 
I was supposed to give up hope and give in to LA’s bad reputation but I had rules. 
Well, just one: read the rules before you break them.
Unwilling to abandon all my morals, the filter came off my life to see the world I was one foot in was invitation only...

GRIMM
I’m not sure I was ever really Jason.
Whoever he was, was a distant memory now.
Grimm is who I am now.
Death.
I abandoned my birth name, companionship, happiness that wasn’t shaped like Xanax all because I was expected to be the kind of elite that pulls the strings.
Pull the strings but follow the rules. 
No distractions.
No serious relationships.
Keep what we do secret.
Born into a rite I didn’t ask for, a society of puppeteers.
An invitation I marked not attending...







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Excerpt

We were all related to monsters. 
All heir to corrupt kingdoms.
Forced to uphold some delusion that we are doing God’s will by ridding the world of the bad people when we should be included in that kind of purge. 
“It’s down to the right. There’s a bunker. That’s where they keep the sacrifices,” I was finally tired of wondering around when I knew exactly where to go.
I found them by mistake one year when I was ten, back when inviting your whole family was more common. They expected everyone to be present even if you weren’t weilding a musket and shooting real people down. 
The four of us used to play hide and seek on the grounds just to keep ourselves entertained. I always had the best hiding places, this was our vacation home when it wasn’t being used for some ceremony the Clave hosted. 
I was ten years old when I found people in cages in the bunker we were told to stay away from. They were all dugged, out of it like they were dreaming with their eyes open. I envied them. Dreaming with your eyes wide open seemed like the perfect antidote to life, too bad that kind of safety only came before you died.
It wasn’t until my first attendance I realized these people weren’t lucky at all. They were bait, aggression running wild, enemies of the Clave that we hunted for sport. 
None of them were going to survive - the least we could do was let them dream with their eyes wide open.






Author Bio


Elena Monroe grew up in Florida scribbling down stories from a very young age. These stories were really just wavy lines filling the paper, but she knew each word, each emotion, each character's name, and there was no tricking her into forgetting what each line signified. Just like her unconventional way of writing as a toddler Elena is setting her own rules and just telling stories.

Much like her debut novel, The Best Years, life certainly imitated art. Transplanting from the South to the East Coast, Elena currently lives in Connecticut with her soon to be husband, reformed bad boy.

Find her on her social media through Twitter at @elenamonroe, Instagram at @elenamonroewrites, Facebook at @elenamonroewrites, and more!


Author Links




Wednesday, July 29, 2020

The Initiation




Title: The Initiation
Series: The 4Horsemen #1
Author: Elena Monroe
Genre: Dark New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Maria, Steamy Reads
Photo: Peter Stimson
Model: Al Jarred
Release Date: August 4, 2020



Blurb

The seals have been revealed and God’s judgments on the earth is in. The Clave is here to deliver the news.

ABIGAIL
LA wasn’t home… just home for now.
Transplanted here to model I learned Hollywood isn’t where dreams survive the harsh reality of millions all sharing that same dream.
Executive assistant is who I am now.
Slave.
Hollywood’s darling took a liking to me. One not easily ignored when they give you a taste of the high life. 
I was supposed to give up hope and give in to LA’s bad reputation but I had rules. 
Well, just one: read the rules before you break them.
Unwilling to abandon all my morals, the filter came off my life to see the world I was one foot in was invitation only...

GRIMM
I’m not sure I was ever really Jason.
Whoever he was, was a distant memory now.
Grimm is who I am now.
Death.
I abandoned my birth name, companionship, happiness that wasn’t shaped like Xanax all because I was expected to be the kind of elite that pulls the strings.
Pull the strings but follow the rules. 
No distractions.
No serious relationships.
Keep what we do secret.
Born into a rite I didn’t ask for, a society of puppeteers.
An invitation I marked not attending...

We were all related to monsters. 
All heir to corrupt kingdoms.
Forced to uphold some delusion that we are doing God’s will by ridding the world of the bad people when we should be included in that kind of purge. 
“It’s down to the right. There’s a bunker. That’s where they keep the sacrifices,” I was finally tired of wondering around when I knew exactly where to go.
I found them by mistake one year when I was ten, back when inviting your whole family was more common. They expected everyone to be present even if you weren’t weilding a musket and shooting real people down. 
The four of us used to play hide and seek on the grounds just to keep ourselves entertained. I always had the best hiding places, this was our vacation home when it wasn’t being used for some ceremony the Clave hosted. 
I was ten years old when I found people in cages in the bunker we were told to stay away from. They were all dugged, out of it like they were dreaming with their eyes open. I envied them. Dreaming with your eyes wide open seemed like the perfect antidote to life, too bad that kind of safety only came before you died.
It wasn’t until my first attendance I realized these people weren’t lucky at all. They were bait, aggression running wild, enemies of the Clave that we hunted for sport. 
None of them were going to survive - the least we could do was let them dream with their eyes wide open.






Author Bio


Elena Monroe grew up in Florida scribbling down stories from a very young age. These stories were really just wavy lines filling the paper, but she knew each word, each emotion, each character's name, and there was no tricking her into forgetting what each line signified. Just like her unconventional way of writing as a toddler Elena is setting her own rules and just telling stories.

Much like her debut novel, The Best Years, life certainly imitated art. Transplanting from the South to the East Coast, Elena currently lives in Connecticut with her soon to be husband, reformed bad boy.

Find her on her social media through Twitter at @elenamonroe, Instagram at @elenamonroewrites, Facebook at @elenamonroewrites, and more!


Author Links




Friday, May 22, 2020

Awful Intentions




Title: Awful Intentions
Series: Celestial Bodies #2
Author: Elena Monroe
Genre: Mystery/Fantasy New Adult Romance
Release Date: May 22, 2020



Blurb

NYX
I didn't know I was so set on truths until I realized my whole life was a lie.
Being banished to Arcadia Prep.
The myths we though were just empty threats meant to iron out bad behavior.
All of it was a neatly packaged lie.
Hell raged in the pit of my stomach and now we were free to wreak havoc on humanity.

LUNA
The truth was simple: I was a good girl meant to heal the wounded and help uphold the truth.
I'm the one who tore the truth down.
I stomped on it and set it on fire.
I did everything that didn't add up to the me I cultivated.
I was a perfectly packaged lie.







Purchase Links

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited






Also Available


FREE for a VERY limited time!

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Always free in Kindle Unlimited






Author Bio


Elena Monroe grew up in Florida scribbling down stories from a very young age. These stories were really just wavy lines filling the paper, but she knew each word, each emotion, each character's name, and there was no tricking her into forgetting what each line signified. Just like her unconventional way of writing as a toddler Elena is setting her own rules and just telling stories.

Much like her debut novel, The Best Years, life certainly imitated art. Transplanting from the South to the East Coast, Elena currently lives in Connecticut with her soon to be husband, reformed bad boy.

Find her on her social media through Twitter at @elenamonroe, Instagram at @elenamonroewrites, Facebook at @elenamonroewrites, and more!


Author Links




Monday, May 18, 2020

Awful Intentions




Title: Awful Intentions
Series: Celestial Bodies #2
Author: Elena Monroe
Genre: Mystery/Fantasy New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Maria, Steamy Reads
Photo: Michelle Lancaster
Model: Thomas
Release Date: May 22, 2020



Blurb

NYX
I didn't know I was so set on truths until I realized my whole life was a lie.
Being banished to Arcadia Prep.
The myths we though were just empty threats meant to iron out bad behavior.
All of it was a neatly packaged lie.
Hell raged in the pit of my stomach and now we were free to wreak havoc on humanity.

LUNA
The truth was simple: I was a good girl meant to heal the wounded and help uphold the truth.
I'm the one who tore the truth down.
I stomped on it and set it on fire.
I did everything that didn't add up to the me I cultivated.
I was a perfectly packaged lie.
Also Available


AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited






Author Bio


Elena Monroe grew up in Florida scribbling down stories from a very young age. These stories were really just wavy lines filling the paper, but she knew each word, each emotion, each character's name, and there was no tricking her into forgetting what each line signified. Just like her unconventional way of writing as a toddler Elena is setting her own rules and just telling stories.

Much like her debut novel, The Best Years, life certainly imitated art. Transplanting from the South to the East Coast, Elena currently lives in Connecticut with her soon to be husband, reformed bad boy.

Find her on her social media through Twitter at @elenamonroe, Instagram at @elenamonroewrites, Facebook at @elenamonroewrites, and more!


Author Links




Friday, February 28, 2020

Awful Curse




Title: Awful Curse
Series: Celestial Bodies #1
Author: Elena Monroe
Genre: Contemporary/Fantasy Romance
Release Date: February 24, 2020



Blurb

He was King of Arcadia Prep until she came for his throne…

ARIANNA
We moved around a lot, too much.
The shine of my highly respected and decorated military dad’s badge wore off after I became heavy baggage.
I was the new girl thirteen times in two years and every time I had to tape up another box I grew more resentful. Forced to forget everyone I fell in love with, laughed with and bonded with.
For a certain price you could unburden yourself from your hormonal teen at Arcadia Prep too.
I’m reckless.
I’m impatient.
Purple hair, a don’t care attitude and my Doc Martens all screamed leave me alone, fending off any new relationships.
I vowed to keep my heart safe this time, locking it away right under my anger but he knew exactly where I hid the spare key – in his mysterious eyes the minute ours locked.

BOLTON
I was stuck – the essence of a God in some kind of limbo of high school.
I was meant for more than this.
Being king here meant nothing.
Arcadia Prep wasn’t for the weak. The expectations, the pressure, the standards, the success and privilege smug on everyone’s face wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea.
I thrived in chaos.
I’m fearless.
I’m ruthless.
The new girl was not my cup of tea.
She stomped her Doc Martens all over my tradition, rules and my reign.
We all have secrets. Mine were paper weighted down by my heavy crown.
Her violet eyes and her abrupt attitude spewed sass all over my black on black. She didn’t faze me until I realized she was after my crown…
Purchase Links

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited





Excerpt

BOLTON

I heard footsteps long before I reached the door alerting me someone was trespassing. Quietly I stood in the doorway searching the room for culprit when I should have guessed.
Arianna. New girl.
Her fingers danced on the surfaces as her curiosity took it all in. There was no way to warn people that I was in a dangerously ruthless mood, to warn her.
“You’re gonna graduate from new girl to felon if you don't start following the rules.”
She laughed and something about the casual attitude around the word felon made it seem like she knew trouble better than I did.
“Been there, done that, wasn't worth the t-shirt or the keychain.”
I plopped down in the chair I put there years ago now, tired of getting drunk and doing the same shit. I rather do it alone then with people I hardly like. That's why I come here to hide during parties.
She finally let eyes gloss over me and her face whines at the cut on my lip. I almost thought she physically got hurt, too bad suffering isn't transferable.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
That sounded like a real concern, in all it's displaced glory. Stern, demanding, even judgement - all here.
“Well, not that it's your business, but I finally got what I deserved for my mouth.”
She fearlessly walked right over to me standing between my legs and leaned down to get a better look. Her deep blues rimmed with violet to match her hair, reminded me of the sky when it got tie-dyed  right before sundown, as she inspected my wound that stopped hurting the more I pushed the beer bottle to my lips over and over.
Better than the golden hour before the all the colors turned black and nothing was covered in the pretty filter. That summed up Arianna.
“Well deserved doesn't make it hurt less.”
She was wrong. It actually did.
“Are you gonna kiss it better?”
She actually half scuffed, half snorted with laughter like I wasn't being serious. I was in a despicable and semi-diabolical mood hellbent on the two B’s that teenagers values. Beers and Babes. The third B (bongs) was out since I couldn't get caught with shit in my system during a pee test.
Arianna wasn't half bad looking if I looked past her immature tantrum leading to her purple hair. Her skin shimmered like it was actually happy and her lips were almost always smiling. In this moment she was half goddess, but I couldn't forget she was always half Hell.
My own personal hell.
I let my hand touch her thigh so she knew I was serious even though I was slumped down and perpetually board.
“What are you doing? We hate each other remember?”
“Hate me tomorrow.”






Author Bio


Elena Monroe grew up in Florida scribbling down stories from a very young age. These stories were really just wavy lines filling the paper, but she knew each word, each emotion, each character's name, and there was no tricking her into forgetting what each line signified. Just like her unconventional way of writing as a toddler Elena is setting her own rules and just telling stories.

Much like her debut novel, The Best Years, life certainly imitated art. Transplanting from the South to the East Coast, Elena currently lives in Connecticut with her soon to be husband, reformed bad boy.

Find her on her social media through Twitter at @elenamonroe, Instagram at @elenamonroewrites, Facebook at @elenamonroewrites, and more!


Author Links




Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Awful Curse




Title: Awful Curse
Series: Celestial Bodies #1
Author: Elena Monroe
Genre: Contemporary/Fantasy Romance
Cover Design: Maria, Steamy Reads
Photo: Michelle Lancaster
Model: Lochie Carey
Release Date: February 24, 2020



Blurb

He was King of Arcadia Prep until she came for his throne…

ARIANNA
We moved around a lot, too much.
The shine of my highly respected and decorated military dad’s badge wore off after I became heavy baggage.
I was the new girl thirteen times in two years and every time I had to tape up another box I grew more resentful. Forced to forget everyone I fell in love with, laughed with and bonded with.
For a certain price you could unburden yourself from your hormonal teen at Arcadia Prep too.
I’m reckless.
I’m impatient.
Purple hair, a don’t care attitude and my Doc Martens all screamed leave me alone, fending off any new relationships.
I vowed to keep my heart safe this time, locking it away right under my anger but he knew exactly where I hid the spare key – in his mysterious eyes the minute ours locked.

BOLTON
I was stuck – the essence of a God in some kind of limbo of high school.
I was meant for more than this.
Being king here meant nothing.
Arcadia Prep wasn’t for the weak. The expectations, the pressure, the standards, the success and privilege smug on everyone’s face wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea.
I thrived in chaos.
I’m fearless.
I’m ruthless.
The new girl was not my cup of tea.
She stomped her Doc Martens all over my tradition, rules and my reign.
We all have secrets. Mine were paper weighted down by my heavy crown.
Her violet eyes and her abrupt attitude spewed sass all over my black on black. She didn’t faze me until I realized she was after my crown…
Pre-order Links

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU





Excerpt

BOLTON

I heard footsteps long before I reached the door alerting me someone was trespassing. Quietly I stood in the doorway searching the room for culprit when I should have guessed.
Arianna. New girl.
Her fingers danced on the surfaces as her curiosity took it all in. There was no way to warn people that I was in a dangerously ruthless mood, to warn her.
“You’re gonna graduate from new girl to felon if you don't start following the rules.”
She laughed and something about the casual attitude around the word felon made it seem like she knew trouble better than I did.
“Been there, done that, wasn't worth the t-shirt or the keychain.”
I plopped down in the chair I put there years ago now, tired of getting drunk and doing the same shit. I rather do it alone then with people I hardly like. That's why I come here to hide during parties.
She finally let eyes gloss over me and her face whines at the cut on my lip. I almost thought she physically got hurt, too bad suffering isn't transferable.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
That sounded like a real concern, in all it's displaced glory. Stern, demanding, even judgement - all here.
“Well, not that it's your business, but I finally got what I deserved for my mouth.”
She fearlessly walked right over to me standing between my legs and leaned down to get a better look. Her deep blues rimmed with violet to match her hair, reminded me of the sky when it got tie-dyed  right before sundown, as she inspected my wound that stopped hurting the more I pushed the beer bottle to my lips over and over.
Better than the golden hour before the all the colors turned black and nothing was covered in the pretty filter. That summed up Arianna.
“Well deserved doesn't make it hurt less.”
She was wrong. It actually did.
“Are you gonna kiss it better?”
She actually half scuffed, half snorted with laughter like I wasn't being serious. I was in a despicable and semi-diabolical mood hellbent on the two B’s that teenagers values. Beers and Babes. The third B (bongs) was out since I couldn't get caught with shit in my system during a pee test.
Arianna wasn't half bad looking if I looked past her immature tantrum leading to her purple hair. Her skin shimmered like it was actually happy and her lips were almost always smiling. In this moment she was half goddess, but I couldn't forget she was always half Hell.
My own personal hell.
I let my hand touch her thigh so she knew I was serious even though I was slumped down and perpetually board.
“What are you doing? We hate each other remember?”
“Hate me tomorrow.”






Author Bio


Elena Monroe grew up in Florida scribbling down stories from a very young age. These stories were really just wavy lines filling the paper, but she knew each word, each emotion, each character's name, and there was no tricking her into forgetting what each line signified. Just like her unconventional way of writing as a toddler Elena is setting her own rules and just telling stories.

Much like her debut novel, The Best Years, life certainly imitated art. Transplanting from the South to the East Coast, Elena currently lives in Connecticut with her soon to be husband, reformed bad boy.

Find her on her social media through Twitter at @elenamonroe, Instagram at @elenamonroewrites, Facebook at @elenamonroewrites, and more!


Author Links