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Monday, January 15, 2018

Blog Tour & Giveaway - Where My Heart Lies with Review


Title: Where My Heart Lies
Series: A Spawn of Chaos Novel
Author: Angela Marie
Genre: MC Romance 

Nicola

You know you’ve hit rock bottom when you fall down and can’t be bothered to get back up.
My entire life had been one endless beating, and I’d reached breaking point.
I was done.
Until a letter gave me the strength I’d been missing.
Those precious words gave me enough courage to dust myself off, to try one more time.
In that moment I realized something.
I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
And I had an entire family I didn’t even know existed standing at my back.
Irish
You know you’ve hit rock bottom when putting powder up your nose is the only way to make it through the day.
My life took a wrong turn, so I poisoned my body in an attempt to escape.
I was done.
Until I found salvation on the back of a bike.
With nothing but the open road and the wind in my face, I found the courage to live.
In that moment I realized something.
I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
And my family might not be blood, but they were standing at my back.


What Others Are Saying

“Fantastic Book and the fact Ms. Marie is a debut author just makes it so much more exciting.” - Barbara


“I loved the ending of this book and cannot wait for the next book. Excellent writing.” - Spunky-n-Sassy


“I'm not really a fan of MC books but WHERE MY HEART LIES totally blew me away. I completely devoured it and can't wait for the next book in the series.” - Katrina




Reviews


Review by Kathy


This is a wonderful start for new author Angela marie. I will get the small matter that disturbed me out of the way first. The book being written in both Nicola and Irish's point of views were fine, once you got past the repeat of what the previous one said/did. If the need to repeat a portion of what was said or took place in the previous chapter could be left out, I would have no problem with this. I am not saying that it took away from the book or the story, I just don't care to read the same things in both POV's. Anyway.........

This book IS well written with much detail given to Nicola's background and the life she's had to live since her mother's passing. The horror's of her young life hear heartbreaking, considering she did have grandparents who could have taken her but felt that fostercare was better for them since they were to old to handle a 9 year old. To say that these two people set me off would be an understatement. The storyline brings you through her life and her eventual escape from Salem and poor girl jumped out of the frying pan and right into the fire. And this is when things really get interesting and Nicola meets Irish. He's all alpha, all bad-boy and is sinfully handsome, something that Nicola immediately notices. She's running and has had to come back to Salem to meet with the one person that said she would help her, she just doesn't know that she's her other grandmother and she's married to the President of the Spawn of Chaos MC (her grandfather). After she passes out at the cafe' she's waiting for Betty at, Irish carries her to her grandmother's vehicle and is hard pressed to let her go. He's attracted to her and wants nothing more than to make her his. Problem is...who her grandparents are! We watch as their relationship begins to develop, however there could have been a little more time spent on showing their relationship develop, it was a bit fast. 

What I did like about Nicola is that when she had to tell her story, she held nothing back (well mabye just a tiny bit..but I'm sure that will come out in the next book). She told her grandfather everything that he wanted to know about the man who beat her before she came to Salem. I really did like this about her. Too often it takes the entire book for a woman to tell what is going on and irritates me to no end! Loved this about this book!. 

Wonderful job to this new author! I can't wait to see what happens next as this book ended with a HUGE CLIFFIE!!!! I highly recommend this book.


Review by Barbara


Fantastic Book and the fact Ms. Marie is a debut author just makes it so much more exciting. Especially knowing there is more to come with this series. (Sadly this book ends on a Cliffie but much as I dislike Cliffies, I know the wait for Book 2 is going to be worth it).

Where My Heart Lies has a strong storyline with characters that will wrap around your heart and hold on tight. Nicola became a foster child at age 9 when her mother died. Sadly she ended up in a abusive home rather than a loving one. She finally escapes the cruelty when she runs away after her high school graduation. However once again life doesn’t treat Nicola well. When she finally hits rock bottom she accidentally finds a note from a woman in her past, Betty. Nicola reaches out to her and returns to her hometown to seek her help. What Nicola soon comes to realize is that Betty is associate with the motorcycle club her father belonged to. A father she has never known. Betty ends up taking Nichola home to the MC compound and it’s there she learns about her father, MC life and that Betty and the Prez are related to her. Nicola also meets Irish, a biker who also runs the club’s tattoo parlor. Irish also has had a rough life and found a home with his MC brothers.

Nicola and Irish have an instant connection however, the prez has made it clear Nicola is off limits while she is under their protection. But can Irish and Nicola ignore the spark and respect the Prez’s mandate and steer clear of one another? What happens when Betty, the Prez, Irish and the other bikers learn of Nicola’s past troubles with her ex and her upbringing? Do Nicola’s troubles follow her to town? Do the townsfolk of her past rear their ugly heads? Soooo many questions left to be answered in book 2 and this reader can’t wait. 

If I were to give Ms. Marie one word of advice, it would be to watch repeating herself. Even when if incidents are being told from different people’s perspectives (overuse of this technique can become distracting). But trust me when I say I LOVED the book, LOVED the Storyline and LOVED the characters. Kudos for a job well done and you are definitely going on my list of author’s  to watch for their new releases! I highly recommend this to anyone who likes MC Romances. 2 Thumbs Up!


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Excerpt
Prologue - Nicola, 9 years old
The house is dark and eerily quiet as we make our way toward the front of the residence where the ‘formal living room’, as Mrs. Smith likes to call it, is located.  I have no idea what it looks like inside, as the door is always firmly shut. Mrs. Smith pointed it out to me when she showed me around on my first day here and told me that the room was strictly off limits. Stepping inside or even opening the door earned you an immediate punishment.

I’ve come to learn that within these walls, all it takes is a wrong word to earn you a punishment. Or in my case, speaking to the wrong person.

How was I to know that I couldn’t speak to the beautiful lady with the black hair and green eyes wearing the black vest over her brightly colored blouse? She was friendly. Mrs. Smith was very angry when she saw the two of us talking. She sent me inside with an angry rebuff and told me to wait for her in the kitchen. Talking to a stranger earned me a night in the punishment box.

The nightly curfew of eight o’clock has come and gone, meaning all the other children are in bed. Tucked under their covers, lying on a comfortable mattress, cozy and warm, waiting for sleep to carry them off to dreamland. I hear Mr. Smith’s shuffled footsteps upstairs, going from room to room and switching off the last of the upstairs lights, bathing the house in darkness.

I hate the dark, only because I'm afraid of what I can’t see, making falling asleep difficult for me. Every bump and creak startles me, and my overactive imagination conjures up frightening pictures which leaves me shaking in my bed. Voicing those fears gets you nothing, and especially not much-needed comfort. The Smiths don’t believe in such things. 

“Hurry up,” Mrs. Smith hisses, pushing me to walk faster. “We don’t have all night.”

I want nothing more than to drag my feet, draw this out as much as I can, but I know that it will only be delaying the inevitable.

The closer I get to the room, which houses the punishment box, the sicker my tummy feels. Suddenly we’re there. 

Mrs. Smith flicks on the light switch, bathing the room in light. The walls are unadorned, painted a stark white color, the floors dark polished wood. The smell of the lavender-scented beeswax used on the floors lingers in the air. Thick white curtains that are closed cover the large window, making the room cold, dark, and foreboding.

Directly in front of the drawn drapes sits a large wooden chest. The dark wood of the box is rough and weathered, the intricate design that was painted on it eons ago faded.

The faint odor of bleach pours out when Mrs. Smith opens the lid. The smell makes my stomach turn even further, as well as making my nose burn and my eyes water. The box doesn’t look very big, and I wonder how I’m going to lie in there the whole night.

Mrs. Smith gives me a push toward it, clearly wanting me to get in. Climbing into that thing is the last thing I want to do, but a glare from Mrs. Smith forces me to do so, and quickly.

“You’re not to move from here till morning, not even to go to the toilet. A word of warning—if you wet yourself, you’re going to have to lie in it all night, and come morning, you’re going to be scrubbing the inside of that thing. With bleach. Leaving the box means another night of punishment. Is that understood?”

I just nod and try to hold the tears I can feel burning the backs of my eyes. I lie on my side and seconds later the lid slams shut, plunging me into darkness.

The crash of the lid echoes in the small space and right through my body, causing me to shake. I’ve just gone from a brightly lit room to total darkness in a matter of seconds. I raise my hands to the front of my face, but I can’t see them. I try again and again, but the result is the same. I begin to panic, bile slowly rising from my stomach. I beat at the roof of the box with my tiny fists, my voice small and sobbing at first, growing louder with each passing second as I beg to be let out. A swift kick to the box silences me. I wrap my arms around my belly as my breath comes out in rasps.

“Shut up,” Mrs. Smith shushes. “You’ll wake up the whole house with your screaming. If you do, you’ll be spending another night in there.”

Another night?

I cringe, my muscles tensing, my body going rigid. I hold my breath to stop myself from whimpering out loud, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. Silence fills the box. I hear Mrs. Smith’s footsteps as she walks out the room, turning off the overhead light, the click of the door shutting letting me know that I’m alone.

I take a deep breath before curling into a ball, pulling my nightshirt over my legs. Despite it being the middle of summer, the temperature sticky and humid outside, it’s cold within the confines of the box. I can’t stop shivering. I lie as still as I can, my small hands clapped firmly over my ears.

After a little while, my hip starts to hurt from lying in a fetal position on the bare wood. I try to find another comfortable position, but I don’t think there is one inside this box. It’s meant to be uncomfortable; it’s a punishment, after all.

One night within its confines is supposed to make you grateful for everything the Smiths do for you on a daily basis. They’re the ones who took me in when nobody else wanted me. They provided me with a roof over my head and three meals a day. They provided the clothes I have on my back and even the opportunity to go to school and learn.

The last thing I feel is grateful.

I would trade it all in to be back in the small trailer I called home. To feel my momma’s arms around me as she read me a bedtime story. I would even gladly eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the rest of my life, if it meant that Momma would make them in her own special way.

The older children had warned me that the punishment box could be frightening the first time, but it would get easier each time. I don’t think that’s even possible.

I’m scared.

Terrified of the endless darkness that surrounds me.

My eyes are closed tight, my arms wrapped around my still trembling body. My chest feels tight, and breathing in and out has become difficult. A wave of dizziness hits me, leaving my whole body weak. My heart is beating so fast, almost like it wants to jump right out of my chest.

I try my hardest to conjure my mother’s image in my mind. I want her beautiful face to comfort me, her voice to whisper soothing words to calm me, her arms to wrap around me and hold me close.  

Momma, I miss you so much!

I allow the tears I’ve been holding in just minutes ago to fall freely. Here in this box, I allow myself to cry knowing that I won’t have to explain my tears to anyone. Won’t have to risk punishment for mentioning my mother. Mentioning her name within the walls of this house has been forbidden. I’ve been told to forget about her existence and the life I had with her. But how do I do that when I miss her every day?

According to the Smiths, I’ve been given a second chance at redemption, by God and his earthly church. A chance to have my mind, body, and soul cleansed of the evil that flows through it. That’s why I was brought to the Smiths. They are going to make sure that by the time they’re done with me I am good and pure. Ready to serve in whatever capacity I’m needed within the church. The woman who birthed me and the biker scum who fathered me will be nothing but a distant memory.

About the Author

Angela Marie was born and raised in South Africa, but now calls the sunshine state of Queenland, Australia home. A wife and mother to two almost teenagers she loves nothing more than to curl up on the couch at the end of a busy day with her husband and an action movie.

Her love of read and writing started from a very young age and she loves nothing more than dreaming amazing stories with interesting and diverse characters which she can't wait to share you with.




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