Step right up and meet Jay Fields: Illusionist. Mentalist. Trickster.
I think in triangles. You think in straight lines.
I show you a table and make you believe it’s a chair.
Smoke and mirrors, sleight of hand, misdirection. I trick and deceive.
But most of all, I put on a good show.
The world thinks I killed a man, but I didn’t. Bear with me. It’s all a part of the plan.
Revenge is what I want. I want it for me and I want it for her.
I want it for all six of us.
She doesn’t remember me, but she’s the reason for everything. She’ll be my prize at the end of all this – if I can hold onto my willpower, that is. Maybe I’ll slip up a little, have a taste, just a small one.
So go ahead and pick a card. Come inside and see the show. Look at my hands, look so closely that you can’t see what’s happening while you’re so focused on looking. I’ll be destroying your world from right here in the spotlight.
You’ll never see me coming until it’s too late.
I’ve only got one heart, and after I’ve pulled off my grand deception I’ll hand it right to her.
So, sit back, relax, and let my girl tell you our story. You’re in for one hell of a ride.
Ms. Cosway has done it again. She’s written a book that held my attention immediately, and created characters that I can’t forget. I am blown away by her writing style and way of how she tells a story.
Matilda Brandon. Her female lead character is a girl that isn’t perfect, but admirable. I love her “voice” and any one who wants to be BFFs with Benedict Cumberbatch is my kind of girl. She loses her mother at a young age in the worst way, so her life up until this point has been being there for her dad. She has led a fairly sheltered life.
Jay Fields. His life hasn’t been all that magically, because of his father’s rage, and at a young age loses his family in a house fire. The summary does a good job of explaining what Jay has been planning his whole life. Why he wants Matilda’s father to represent him in the legal case that will change their lives forever.
“It’s like being locked in a world where violence is God and you’re constantly waiting to become the next victim of its wrath.”
Besides the humor and chemistry that flows through out this love story, the author describes Jay’s illusions incredibly well. I could see the magic happening in my mind. I dreamed about those scenes.
I can’t not mention the UST between Matilda and Jay, because when I think about the bathtub scene, I still get warm. I mean they aren’t even in the same room and I can hear Jay’s quiet, rumbling caress saying, “You making yourself feel good?” *whimper*
Jay has definitely worthy of being on anyone’s book boyfriend list. He’s got it all. Beautiful eyes, great body, charisma, intelligence, and above all else a sense of honor.
His eyes sparkle with some kind of hidden knowledge as he lets me pass, like beautiful people know the meaning of the universe and are amused by us ordinary folks who have to bumble along in the dark.
While I could kind of figure out what Matilda and Jay’s original connection was early on in the story, that didn’t mean there weren’t a few surprises by the end.
So I’ve already giving you some of my favorite lines from Six of Hearts, but here is an excerpt that LH gave me to share with you all.
In the car, the driver falls into the no-conversation category. There are two kinds of taxi drivers, in my experience: the ones who want to talk your ear off and the ones who don’t want to talk at all.
Jay nods to my buttoned-up coat. “You not going to let me get a look at you in that dress?”
I tug at my sleeve, awkward under his inspection. Trying to sound casual, I reply, “You’ll get to see it at the bar.”
He sighs and drums his fingers impatiently on the window. “But I want a sneak peek.”
“Oh, that’s a wonderful reason, Jacob. May I call you Jacob?”
He laughs and shakes his head, looking out at the passing buildings now. “It’s Jason, actually. And I only let women call me that in the bedroom.” He winks.
I’m a little embarrassed, but I soldier on. “You want women to call you by your full name while they clean out your underwear drawer? That is a strange fetish, Jason.”
“Nope. I clean out my own underwear drawer, Watson. This is what I’m talking about.” He puts on a breathless, heaving voice several notes higher than his actual one, “Oh, Jason you’re a god. Fuck me harder, Jason. Jason, you’re the biggest I’ve ever had. Make me come, Jason.”
I practically dive across the seat to put my hand over his mouth, somewhere in between laughing hysterically and blushing profusely. “Shut up!” I whisper-shout, while the taxi driver gives Jay a displeased look through his overhead mirror.
Jay’s chest is rising and falling rapidly with suppressed laughter. When I’m certain he isn’t going to go off again, I pull my hand away from his surprisingly soft mouth and move back to my seat.
“I can’t believe you,” I say, shaking my head at him.
His eyes move to mine, the glow from the streetlamps outside lighting them up. They seem to travel over my features for an indeterminate amount of time. Then the car is stopping and the drive is telling us in a grumpy voice that we owe him fifteen euros.
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I want to thank LH for asking me to be a part of her book tour for this amazing book. She provided the ARC for an honest review.
I give this book 5 fantastic and magically stars and put this on my “books that own me” and “top shelf fantastic reads” shelf on Goodreads.