Monday, August 22, 2016

Blog Tour ARC Review: Where the Snow Falls by London Miller and Bethany-Kris

Where the Snow Falls
by London Miller & Bethany-Kris
Seasons of Betrayal #2
Publication Date: August 8, 2016
Genres: Adult, Maifa Romance, Organized Crime

Blood always leaves the brightest stains where the snow falls.Fresh out of lockup, Kazimir Markovic is focused on two things only—having Violet Gallucci back at his side, and putting his father in the ground. With his plans already in motion the very second he’s free, Kaz goes after what’s most important. Violet first. Vasily second.

The Russians are out for blood.

The Italians want their blood back.

It’s only a matter of time before someone comes for Kaz and Violet—hiding was never in their plans. And they’ve been waiting for this …

The game they’re playing is dangerous.

Someone always has to lose.

From authors London Miller (Den of Mercenaries) and Bethany-Kris (The Chicago War) comes the second installment in the Seasons of Betrayal series that has readers calling it “A modern day Romeo and Juliet.”

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From the cliffhanger in previous book, I'm anxious to see what will happen to Kaz and Violet, what with their fathers adamant to separate them. Kaz came out from prison and he want Violet back with him. To hell with their fathers and the threats. Kaz seems to be planning something big, while Violet is there along for the wild ride or whatever is it that Kaz seems to be keeping from her. 

Maybe my feelings from Book 1 is still influencing my feelings for Book 2. They are putting their lives on the line for wanting to be together, yet I'm not entirely sold by their relationship. Their have plenty of great sex, they exchange the L word, they can sacrifice everything to be together, yet I'm sitting here thinking why am I not rooting for them. 

In Book 1, I'm interested in Kaz's gay older brother, Ruslan. While in Book 2, I'm interested Kaz's grumpy associate, Kolya and his wife, Maya. I keep wondering whether the author is going to write a book for these characters. They can't just tease me like that and not follow up. 

What finally got me wanting to read the final book is the cliffhanger. Now these author really does know how to end a book. There is just no way I wouldn't want to know how this all ends. And maybe I can get more glimpses into Ruslan and Kolya. 

“I’m home, Tony, so no need to tuck me in, too.” 
Tony chuckled, stopping at a decorative side table with a bouquet of fresh flowers resting on the top. A leather chair sat beside the table. As far as Violet knew, most floors in the building had those personal touches in the hall to make the building feel less … apartment-like. 
“I’m sure you can handle that on your own, principessa,” Tony replied easily. 
Violet brushed off the ‘princess’ remark and kept walking even as Tony took a seat. “Is that where you’re staying tonight?” 
“Until Con gets here and relieves me for the night, yep. Whenever the hell that is. Could be near morning, and by then, I gotta be back here anyway.” 
Boy, that sounded fun. 
“When do you sleep, anyway?” 
Tony flashed her a cool smile. “When I’m dead, apparently.” 
Violet thought her father was going a little overboard with the bodyguards, but who was she to say. She was the one who had broken the rules, after all. Alberto didn’t trust her with an inch. 
And frankly, rightfully so. 
The first chance she got, Violet was gone. 
Digging through her purse, she found the apartment keys at the very bottom and pulled them out to unlock the door. Giving one last glance over her shoulder at Tony, who had his phone out and was now playing some annoying sounding game, Violet disappeared into her apartment and shut the door behind her. She turned the deadbolt back in place and kicked off her shoes before even turning around to face her empty place. 
Except the second she closed the door, it was as if the air had shifted. Something felt different. Not wrong, or even off, just … different. 
Maybe it was the fact her hallway light was on, and it was the last thing she had turned off before she left her place. Always, no exceptions. Or maybe it was the slight scuff of black on the light-colored hardwood floor of her entryway as if someone had spun on their heel a little fast and left a mark behind. That hadn’t been there either, and no one had been in her place with black-soled shoes for weeks. 
But beyond those little details, something else caught Violet’s attention. 
A lingering scent in her hallway she would recognize anywhere. Smoke, leather, heat, and spice. 
Violet dropped her bag to the floor with a thump, and she didn’t think twice about running to her bedroom, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. She didn’t want to hope and be wrong, but the anticipation that coiled through her had a smile on her face before she even reached the room.
There was a second, a moment’s hesitation, as she palmed the door handle and gave it a sharp twist, shoving it open as she walked in. Nothing was different, not at first glance. Her bed was left undisturbed, floor clean, but standing off to the side, leaning a shoulder against the wall as he stared out the windows at the city below was the one person she wanted the most.
He turned, shifting just far enough that she could see his face—familiar gray eyes and the slightest of smiles that grew as he turned to face her fully.
One second, she was still standing in the doorway, staring at him, and the next, she was across the room. She wrapped her arms around him just to prove he was real, that he was actually there. She wanted to feel the warmth of his skin, his heartbeat against her cheek.
But that wasn’t enough, not nearly, at least until his arms closed around her, and just like that … her world got a little smaller, she could breathe, and things felt right again. 
Violet hugged Kaz tighter, not caring how he had gotten past the front desk without being seen, never mind how he managed to break into her place. She barely even considered the enforcer outside her door as she leaned up on her tiptoes to stare a grinning Kaz right in the eyes. 
“Krasivaya,” he murmured. 
Violet wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to say first, but Kaz helped her out by pressing a hard, searing kiss to her smiling lips. It was like hearing an old, favorite tune the way he pulled her closer, and she fisted the back of his jacket to keep him right where he was. The soft swipes of his lips moving over hers turned demanding in a blink, his tongue striking out at the seam of her mouth. 
Violet didn’t even care that her fingers ached from holding onto him so tightly, or that her lungs burned with the need for breath as he kissed her deeper, his tongue warring with hers for a brief moment before his teeth nipped at her bottom lip. 
So familiar. 
So good. 
She didn’t give a fuck what her father thought. Things that fit together as perfectly as she and Kaz did weren’t wrong. 

With a degree in Creative Writing, London Miller has turned pen to paper, creating riveting fictional worlds where the bad guys are sometimes the good guys. Her debut novel, In the Beginning, is the first in the Volkov Bratva Series. She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and two puppies, where she drinks far too much Sprite, and spends her nights writing.

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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