Title: Gods & Monsters

Author: Saffron A. Kent

Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance

Release Date: 22nd February, 2018

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He was an artist. She was his muse.

To everyone in town, Abel Adams was the devil’s spawn, a boy who never should have been born. A monster.

To twelve year-old Evie Hart, he was just a boy with golden hair, soft t-shirts and a camera. A boy who loved taking her picture and sneaking her chocolates before dinner. A boy who made her feel special.

Despite her family’s warnings, she loved him in secret for six years. They met in empty classrooms and kissed in darkened church closets. Until they couldn’t.

Until the time came to choose between love and family, and Evie chose Abel.

Because their love was worth the risk. Their love was the stuff of legend.

But the thing about legends is that they are cautionary tales. They are made of choices and mistakes. And for Abel and Evie, the artist and the muse, those mistakes come in the form of lights, camera, sex.

NOTE: This is NOT a paranormal or a priest romance.

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Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

Abel and Evie almost sounds like Adam and Eve, doesn’t it? And I don’t presume to believe that was accidental either. Evie has lived her entire life in Prophetstown Iowa, a supposedly quaint little town that lives, eats and breathes the church. Enter Abel Adams. An angry young teenager forced to live with his uncle after the death of his parents. Very few in the town like him, some are openly venomous towards him. 

‘Abel Adams was the devil’s spawn, a boy who never should have been born. A monster.’ 

Evie and Abel become united against the township and their vileness. Unlikely friends who help each other battle through the harsh and cold darkness of life. Almost from the beginning of this book, I formed the opinion that the sins of the parents were being passed to their child. Some sins were in the open for all to see and some were hidden behind closed doors for a single person to bear. The relationship between Abel and Evie develops slowly. Seeing as both are young when the book starts, it takes Evie a while to realise how she feels.

‘I realise this is the big bang. This is how boys with golden hair and angry expressions crash into your life. This is how stars collide and worlds are made. This is how all the love stories start.’ 

Abel is labelled as a monster and the devil even before he comes to Prophetstown, he never really stood a chance. I kept asking myself whether or not Abel would have made the mistakes he makes if the towns people hadn’t treated him like the devil. The one question I asked myself repeatedly throughout this read was if he was truly destined to go down the road he travelled, or if more people had treated like a person and not a pariah would any of what was in this book have ever happened?

‘Maybe he’s always been a monster who looks like a god. Because only monsters love this way: crazily, insanely, madly. Like there’s no tomorrow. Like the world is ending. Like they would burst with all the painful love they feel inside that tiny organ. We’re both monsters, then.’ 

This author doesn’t create safe books. She spins tales that do not play safe and never takes the easy safe route to the end. She stays true to the tale and the characters. Specifically their histories, personalities and their traumas. I’ve read books such as Gods & Monsters before and oftentimes the author backs up and takes an easier, less traumatic way of reaching the climax, this is not the case with this book. No! It deals with some truly realistic scenarios and taboos, and how these events plus how other people interrupt them can damage others thoughtlessly. At times it wasn’t even without thought, certain characters went out of their way to hurt others and almost got gleeful if they managed to draw blood.

‘When two people fall in love, the other seven million don’t matter. It’s not the world that tears them apart, it’s them. Only they have the power.’ 

Gods and Monsters focuses on how people deal with their emotions, rightly or wrongly. How depending on the time, people can be the best or worst for each other. How anger and hatred can twist and distort someone’s views of others and the world around them. This isn’t a flowers and candy sort of romance. This is grit, determination and hearts openly bleeding for the entire world to see romance.

‘Isn’t it funny how the brain works? It protects. It blocks out things. It rejects the possibility that something must be wrong. That the person you love the most might also be the person who’s hurting you.’ 

The emotions are real and tangible and even now, days after reaching “The End”, the story is still whirling through my mind. These characters will always be a work in progress, but I know that’s what make them so truly lifelike.

‘Why is it so easy for people to hate but not to understand? Why is it so easy to judge and conclude but not to take a second to listen? Probably because they are afraid of realising how similar they are to the things they hate. How similar they are to the monsters they are so afraid of.’ 

My only advice is this…go into this book with an open mind. Gods and Monsters is a guilty pleasure, the kind of book you can splurge on like chocolate cake at four in the morning. But remember to bring Kleenex!



Meet Saffron

Writer of bad romances. Aspiring Lana Del Rey of the Book World. 

Saffron is a big believer in love (obviously). She believes in happily ever after, the butterflies and the tingling. But she also believes in edgy, rough and gutsy kind of love. She believes in pushing the boundaries, darker (sometimes morally ambiguous) emotions and imperfections.

The kind of love she writes about is flawed just like her characters. And she hopes by the end of it, you’ll come to root for them just as much as she does. Because love, no matter where it comes from, is always pure and beautiful.

She is represented by Meire Dias of Bookcase Agency

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Title: Spark

Author: S.L. Scott

Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance

Release Date: 22nd February, 2018

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One break is all The Crow Brothers need and we’re about to get it.

Johnny Outlaw, rock legend and lead singer of The Resistance, is here to watch us play. But he’s not the only familiar face in the crowd—killer little body, heart-shaped face, and drop-dead gorgeous.

Hannah Nichols sitting at the bar makes it hard to concentrate, sparks already reigniting. The beauty was never a groupie and tonight she’s not here to catch our show. She came to drop a bomb. “You have a son.”

She underestimated me. I’ll prove to my son, and her, that I can be the dad he needs.

What is it about musicians? Why are they so damn sexy?

My heart was Jet Crow’s the moment he opened his sexy mouth and sang that first song. One stolen night with that man would never be enough, but I’m not here to fall into his bed. Again. I’m here to fight for custody of a son he’s never known.

There’s just one problem. Those sparks between us have become flames. If we’re not careful we’re both going to get burned.


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Subtle scents of cinnamon mix with the taste of whiskey on her skin. I lick her from collarbone to the back of her ear, her moans enticing me to take more than a gentle share of what I want.
I’m well past hooking up with groupies, but something drew me to the beautiful brunette. Under the bright spotlight of that stage, my eyes found hers as I sang about finding the missing piece of me. Maybe it was the way she pretended to not care, catching my eyes and then turning away as if she was too shy to come speak to me, but too good to be bothered. It didn’t matter. I was already caught up in her as much as she was caught up in me.
The set ended and I made my way over to the mystery woman, the one who hid in the dark of the bar just as two shots were served. I took the shot of Fireball and then took her home shortly after.
Fuck. She feels good.
Hard little body, but soft in all the right places. Tits that fill my large hands and legs that spread enough for me to squeeze between her thighs. I bet she wouldn’t reach my shoulders in heels. Speaking of, “Keep them on.”
I like the feel of the leather against my lower back, the hard heel scraping across my skin when she tries to power play me by tightening around my waist and pulling me closer. I didn’t ask her to my bedroom. I didn’t have a chance. What started out as laughing while we shared a two a.m. snack of Cheetos, hummus, and whiskey turned into me eating her as a snack on top of my kitchen counter. I don’t ever do that with a one-nighter, but damn if she didn’t make me want to break more rules with her.
She kisses me like a woman in need of water, taking as much as she wants while pressing her heels into my ass. The heat between us emanates until I’m dragging my shirt off to try to cool down.
I knew she was different the moment she opened her mouth back at the bar. “You sing rock with so much soul. Who hurt you?”
“No one gets close enough to do me any harm.”
“That’s a pity.”
“It’s a pity I’ve never been hurt?”
“No, it’s a pity you’ve never loved anyone enough to get hurt.”
My heart started beating for what felt like the first time as I looked into her sultry eyes. I could blame the booze, but I can’t lie to myself. She had me thinking twice on things I never considered once before.
Who was this woman? 
Even with our stomachs full, we weren’t satisfied. She dragged me by the belt down the hall to my bedroom. Her clothes were off and mine quickly followed before we tumbled into bed.
Fast. I want to fuck her fast and hard, but every time our eyes connect there’s such sadness found in her grays that I slow down. Wanting her to hold contact, I cup her cheek. “Hannah?”
Her eyes slowly open, the long lashes framing the lust I find between them. “What?” she asks between heavy breaths.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m good.”
“Just making sure.”
She runs her hands up my neck and into the back of my hair. “I’m sure.” Pulling me down to her, our mouths are just a few inches apart when she whispers, “I want you. I want to do this.”
Shy isn’t something I’d call her considering we were in my bed two hours after meeting. I like a woman who knows what she wants. Hannah knows. And fuck if it isn’t a turn on that she wants me.


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Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.


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