Blog Tour Review and Giveaway: Paper Swan by Leylah Attar @leylahattar

Blog Tour Review and Giveaway: Paper Swan by Leylah Attar @leylahattarThe Paper Swan by Leylah Attar
on August 4, 2015
Genres: Romance
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They say it takes 21 days to form a habit.
They lie.
For 21 days she held on.
But on Day 22, she would have given anything for the sweet slumber of death.
Because on Day 22, she realizes that her only way out means certain death for one of the two men she loves.

A haunting tale of passion, loss, and redemption, The Paper Swan is a darkly intense yet heartwarming love story, textured with grit, intrigue, and suspense. Please note: This is NOT a love triangle.

A full-length, standalone novel, intended for mature audiences due to violence, sex and language. Subject matter may be disturbing for some readers.


review

Life is a series of choices and situations. Life is a compilation of circumstances. Life is how you deal with the cards that are dealt to you, even if those cards are albeit outside your control. What if you get rationed a raw deal? What if everything that you thought you knew to be true, wasn’t what you thought it was? How do you react when everything in your life is brutally ripped away from you?

What if amongst all of the betrayal and pain, beauty found a way to infiltrate the hate and anger you had built your existence on?

“You can either choose love or you can choose hate, because where one lives the other will die.”

In The Paper Swan by Leylah Attar the emotions of two vastly different worlds collide and are perfectly laid out in an amazing and yet painful tapestry of life. The beauty in the words chosen gave me chills. The details and backgrounds were just as powerful as the scene being read. The imagery and potency in the words on the page, left my skin pebbled. I couldn’t read this book fast enough because I needed the end, but I couldn’t read it slow enough, because I wanted to savor the journey and the now.

“We are a question that hasn’t been answered yet, a hiding place that hasn’t been found yet, a battle that hasn’t been fought.”

How true is that quote about each and every one of our lives? Read this book. FIVE SOLID STARS from me.

Wow.

jenn


excerpt

I was still peering out of the stateroom window when Damian came in. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. For one full, glorious second, he wasn’t in control. His gaze swept the length of my legs, over the hip-hugging shorts, and lingered on the swell of my breasts under the scandalous top. Ha! He wasn’t immune after all. He caught the smug look on my face before I could wipe it off, and his eyes narrowed.

Shit.

I took one step back for each one he took forward, until I was jammed up between him and the wall.

God, he was intense. And deliberate. And he could say things with his eyes that made my knees tremble. One side of his face was bruised and distorted from where I’d hit him. He grasped both my wrists in one hand and pinned them above me. Every part of me felt flush with the heat emanating from his body, even though that was the only point of contact. He hooked a finger in the ‘V’ of my blouse, tracing the dangerously low cleavage. His touch was so soft, it was barely discernible.

“Skye?” He seemed hypnotized by the rapid rise and fall of my chest.

I swallowed.

“Don’t play with scorpions unless you intend to get stung.” He yanked the neckline apart.

Round, glass buttons popped onto the floor and rolled around like eyeballs, astounded by the sight of my bare flesh.

“We’re harsh and predatory and full of venom.” He gnashed his teeth at me and ripped my blouse in two.

He tore off a strip and bound my wrists. Then he used the hanging trail like a leash and led me to bed.

“You’ve been trying to get a rise out of me for days. Now that you have my attention, what are you going to do?” He leaned forward, so close that I fell back onto the mattress, trying to get away from him. “Or is it that you want me to do all the work so your pampered pussy gets a taste of the other side, but you can tell yourself you didn’t have a choice?” He crawled up over me, slowly, until we were nose to nose.

I felt like hell was about to consume me. I could hear the men outside, gearing up to fill the tanks. Would they hear the sound of my screams?

“Would you like me to invite them in?” Damian secured my wrists to the bed post. “Do you really think you’d be safer with them instead of me?” He tore off another strip, giving me the chance to scream or yell or shout for help. When I didn’t, he tied it around my mouth.

He sank back on his heels, kneeling between my legs, and ran a finger from my neck to the front clasp of my bra. I stopped breathing. He moved on, trailing over my stomach, until he got to the band of my shorts. He toyed with the tab, enjoying the start-stop effect it had on my heart.

“Such a frightened little bird,” he said. Then he yanked my legs around his hips so I was flush with his rock hard arousal. “You should know better than to provoke me.”


giveaway

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Leylah Attar’s THE PAPER SWAN Release Week Giveaway



About Leylah Attar

Leylah Attar writes stories about love – shaken, stirred and served with a twist. When she’s not writing, she can be found pursuing her other passions: photography, food, family and travel. Sometimes she disappears into the black hole of the internet, but can usually be enticed out with chocolate.

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