Blackbird by Molly McAdams- Blog Tour with Review & Giveaway

3/6/2017

Title: Blackbird
Author: Molly McAdams
Series: A Redemption Novel
Genre: Romantic Suspense

“Molly takes her writing game to a whole different level—one that most authors rarely see.” – #1 New York Times bestselling author, Rachel Van Dyken

From New York Times bestselling author Molly McAdams comes a powerhouse romantic suspense that will have you questioning your morals and second guessing your view on love.

I live in a world few know exist. I’ve trained for this. I know what to say, what to do, and how to act. I’ve perfected the lethal calm required for this life.

Now it’s time to buy my first girl. But all it takes is one look at the brave girl who starts singing mid-auction for that calm to slip.

Briar Chapman is going to be the death of me, and I don’t care. I’ll take every day with her until that death comes, and I’ll welcome it when it does.

On the outside, Lucas Holt is what nightmares are made of. A man cloaked in darkness, with sin-filled eyes and an enticing grin. A devil so devastatingly beautiful and cruel that his very presence instills fear.

But beneath his terrifying, ever-calm exterior is an affectionate man haunted by a past that refuses to stay buried. And Lucas looks at me as though he’s finally found the only person who can make it all go away.

We’re a battle of the brightest day and the darkest night—and I want to lie in the wake of our war.

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4 Star Review by Ashley

WHOA! Blackbird is the first book I've read from Molly McAdams in probably two years and now I'm kicking myself for that dry spell because this book was something else. Crazy intense doesn't even come close to describing the ride I was taken on with Lucas and Briar's story.

Dark.
Light.
Hope.
Fear.
Mystery.
Lies.
Devil.
Angel.
Secrets.
Betrayal.
Lust.
Love.

That's just a few things I felt and experienced while reading this book. The opening got my heart racing and sucked me right in. I had to know what would become of Briar with this evil twist life had thrown her way as she was delivered to the hands of the devil. But that devil, Lucas, was so much more than meets the eye. This man had layers upon layers of life in him. He had lived, loved and lost. I liked how Briar breathed life back into him. Gave him something positive to fight for. She made him face his demons and be the person he wanted to be. Not who he had to be. And he allowed her to find her voice. To embrace who she was and live freely in the comfort that he had her.

It was one twist and turn after another and I was never quite sure which way was forward. Thankfully, for Briar and Lucas they were able to find solace in each other. It wasn't easy or pretty. In fact it was downright ugly and painful. Their carefully constructed world was always in jeopardy, hanging on my the smallest thread. When everything came to a heart-pounding head, I could finally breathe a touch easier. Bravo Molly McAdams. Blackbird took me out of my comfort zone and, surprisingly, I thoroughly enjoyed every dark and twisted moment of it. opening got my heart racing and sucked me right in. I had to know what would become of Briar with this evil twist life had thrown her way as she was delivered to the hands of the devil. But that devil, Lucas, was so much more than meets the eye. This man had layers upon layers of life in him. He had lived, loved and lost. I liked how Briar breathed life back into him. Gave him something positive to fight for. She made him fight his demons and be the person he wanted to be. Not who he had to be.

It was one twist and turn after another and I was never quite sure which way was forward. Thankfully, for Briar and Lucas they were able to find solace in each other. It wasn't easy or pretty. In fact it was downright ugly and painful and hanging on my the smallest thread. Their carefully constructed world was always in jeopardy. When everything came to a heart-pounding head, I could finally breathe a touch easier. Bravo Molly McAdams. You took me out of my comfort zone with Blackbird and I thoroughly enjoyed every dark and twisted moment of it.

She closed the distance between us, each step slow and calculated. Once she was close enough, I slid one hand around her waist and the other around the back of her neck, using her hair to tilt her head back so I could study those eyes that captivated me.

“I hate that you have so much money that you buy women. I hate that you bought me at all, but mostly that you bought me because I started singing. I hate the circumstances that brought me to you, but I love you and am thankful I’m here with you all the same.”

My chest ached and filled with warmth. I wanted to kiss her and thank her for trusting me with her past. I wanted to erase every bad memory and replace them with ones of us now, but she didn’t realize what she’d just said . . .

As much as I wanted what she was saying to be true, it wasn’t, and it never would be. It couldn’t.

“You don’t,” I said thickly, forcing the words out through the tightness in my throat.

Confusion covered her face and her brows drew together. “I don’t what?”

“You don’t love me.”

I felt the shock that went through her body, but she didn’t try to pull away from me. Instead, she gripped my shirt in her hands like she was pleading with me in her touch alone.

“Lucas . . .”

My eyes slid shut, and I released a slow, weighted breath. “You don’t, Briar.”

“I know you think you don’t know how to love someone, but you do, you have been. You know what love is, and I have never been more aware of how loved I am by someone than I am by you.”

I ground my jaw and finally looked at her again. Instead of disagreeing with her, I said, “You can’t love me, because you don’t know me.”

I hated the hurt in her eyes. I hated that I was putting it there. I hated everything I was, hated that I would never be enough for the girl I didn’t know how to let go of. Couldn’t let go of.

“Yes, I do,” she choked out. “I’ve seen it, I’ve felt it, I’ve experienced your darkness and your monsters, and I’m still here. Haven’t I proven myself yet? Haven’t I proven I am not going anywhere? That you can’t make me run?” Her gripping hands flattened and moved up to curve around my neck. “I knew to fall in love with you I had to fall in love with the devil, too. I am not as naïve as you think I am.”

“But you have no idea exactly how heartless your devil is,” I said darkly.

“Then let me see—”

“I won’t let you into that part of my world,” I said on a growl. Just the thought of her being in a situation to see me like that—to see that part of my world—chilled me in a way that made me feel sick. “All of thiswill change the minute you see it. Trust me when I say you’ll never be able to look at me the same, and I won’t be able to live with myself if that day ever comes.”

“You can’t know that,” she argued, her words still sounding like a plea.

“Think of your worst memories with me, Blackbird,” I ordered gently. “Think of what I told you about the shootout with my brothers. Think about what William did to you. Now try to grasp that all of that is nothing compared to what I have done, and what I do, without feeling a thing.”

I waited for it to sink in, and after a few moments, it did. And there was that look in her eyes I’d come to dread and hate—fear and uncertainty. But I could still see her love for me.

Unfailing and undeserving.

“Didn’t you hear me the first time?” she finally asked as tears filled her eyes. “The darkest part of your soul terrifies me, but, Lucas, I’m not going anywhere.”

Molly grew up in California but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband, daughter, and fur babies. When she’s not diving into the world of her characters, some of her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling, and long walks on the beach … which roughly translates to being a homebody with her hubby and dishing out movie quotes. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies and fried pickles, and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a thunderstorm … or under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they aren’t really happening.

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