Synopsis 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. |
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This book. THIS. BOOK! L.H. Cosway is a freaking genius and she’s shown why, yet again. I couldn’t get enough of this one. I didn’t want to put my Kindle down for a minute or even a few seconds, so I didn’t. I’ve used the term “unputdownable” for a few other books, but this one holds the most genuine meaning of that word. It was un…put…downable.
In a nutshell, you’ve got Jay, who you meet and feel for from the very get go. He had a horrendous upbringing. Bless his heart, seriously. He’s now a famous magician, although he likes to use the term illusionist. We also meet Matilda, who works as the receptionist for her father’s law firm. Jay is suing a massively known newspaper for defamation of character, thus how they meet. With a few flips in the story, he also ends up renting the room at Matilda’s home she shares with her father. Over the course of the book, you see their relationship morph from…well…it just changes. I won’t say more. There are relationships formed, secrets kept, pasts that collide, illusions revealed, and well…magic happens. It’s absolutely fantastic.
I fell so in love with this story. Not just the characters, although I did adore them. Their connection is as plain as day, but you know there’s more simmering under the surface. Things that will change everything, and they do. Although I sort of thought I knew what might happen, I was still miles away from even being close to the big reveal at the end. This entire story is just intense. It’s romantic. It’s sweep you off your feet, makes your tummy flutter, swoon and sigh romantic. But while all of that sweetness is going on, you’ve got some serious mystery and suspense happening. For me, it never felt like a distraction. In some novels, it almost feels like they throw in some “mysterious” side storyline to make the book seem deeper. That’s not Six of Hearts. Cosway pulls off the combo of the romantic story with edge of your seat, nail biting suspense flawlessly. You’ll be cheering for Jay and Matilda, all while trying to force yourself to read faster to learn more about his case or why things are happening. She definitely keeps you enthralled with every little piece of this puzzle.
L.H. Cosway just has a way. She has some THING that makes her books jump off of the page. The storylines are always more creative, the characters are always more realistic, the writing is more eloquent. She can do no wrong, and I have the feeling I’ll say that after every single one of her novels. I’m a Cosway fangirl.
Overall, this book was completely mesmerizing. Their relationship, their pasts, the secrets being kept, and the future they hope for – it couldn’t have been written more perfectly. This was one of the most creative, captivating stories I’ve read in a very long time. It’s so unique and not like anything else out there right now. It will have you flipping those Kindle pages quicker than you can make your fingers work, and you’ll be on a complete high when you see The End. I can’t rave about it enough, and won’t stop talking about this one anytime soon.
<3 Erin
In a nutshell, you’ve got Jay, who you meet and feel for from the very get go. He had a horrendous upbringing. Bless his heart, seriously. He’s now a famous magician, although he likes to use the term illusionist. We also meet Matilda, who works as the receptionist for her father’s law firm. Jay is suing a massively known newspaper for defamation of character, thus how they meet. With a few flips in the story, he also ends up renting the room at Matilda’s home she shares with her father. Over the course of the book, you see their relationship morph from…well…it just changes. I won’t say more. There are relationships formed, secrets kept, pasts that collide, illusions revealed, and well…magic happens. It’s absolutely fantastic.
I fell so in love with this story. Not just the characters, although I did adore them. Their connection is as plain as day, but you know there’s more simmering under the surface. Things that will change everything, and they do. Although I sort of thought I knew what might happen, I was still miles away from even being close to the big reveal at the end. This entire story is just intense. It’s romantic. It’s sweep you off your feet, makes your tummy flutter, swoon and sigh romantic. But while all of that sweetness is going on, you’ve got some serious mystery and suspense happening. For me, it never felt like a distraction. In some novels, it almost feels like they throw in some “mysterious” side storyline to make the book seem deeper. That’s not Six of Hearts. Cosway pulls off the combo of the romantic story with edge of your seat, nail biting suspense flawlessly. You’ll be cheering for Jay and Matilda, all while trying to force yourself to read faster to learn more about his case or why things are happening. She definitely keeps you enthralled with every little piece of this puzzle.
L.H. Cosway just has a way. She has some THING that makes her books jump off of the page. The storylines are always more creative, the characters are always more realistic, the writing is more eloquent. She can do no wrong, and I have the feeling I’ll say that after every single one of her novels. I’m a Cosway fangirl.
Overall, this book was completely mesmerizing. Their relationship, their pasts, the secrets being kept, and the future they hope for – it couldn’t have been written more perfectly. This was one of the most creative, captivating stories I’ve read in a very long time. It’s so unique and not like anything else out there right now. It will have you flipping those Kindle pages quicker than you can make your fingers work, and you’ll be on a complete high when you see The End. I can’t rave about it enough, and won’t stop talking about this one anytime soon.
<3 Erin
Excerpt
“Come on upstairs, and I’ll get you some antiseptic for that,” I whisper, touching his hand for a second. I slip off my heels and leave them at the bottom of the stairs.
He follows silently behind me, and I wonder if he’s checking out my arse again like last time. I don’t have the courage to turn around and investigate, though.
When we reach the bathroom, I pull a bottle of antiseptic from the shelf and some cotton wool from the cupboard. Jay sits down on the edge of the bathtub, watching me.
“You really shouldn’t have attacked that man,” I say. “I’ve had worse things said to me over the years.”
His eyes darken. “Who’s said worse to you, Matilda?”
I shrug it off. “Almost every time my friend Michelle and I go out, we get crude stuff shouted at us. I think it’s all part and parcel of being around drunk men with no filters.” I pause and amend, “The women can be fairly nasty at times, too.”
“Well, that’s probably because they’re jealous. And the men do it because they misguidedly think it’ll get them laid.”
I laugh softly and pour some antiseptic onto the cotton wool before sitting down beside him and bringing it to his hand. “‘Misguided’ is definitely the right word.”
When the cotton wool meets his knuckles, he hisses and curses, “Motherfucker.”
“You know what? You Boston-Irish swear even more than us Irish-Irish,” I joke.
“Yeah,” says Jay. “I’ve got a dirty mouth, but it’s mostly used for good.”
I glance at him. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel all funny and hot, so I hand him the cotton wool.
“There. You can finish yourself off,” I say, standing up.
I have to resist the urge to face palm when I see the size of his smile. Sometimes I think my brain might just be a gaping hole containing nothing but unconscious innuendo.
“You know what I mean,” I mutter as I open the door to leave.
“Oh, I know exactly what you mean,” Jay calls after me.
“I’m going to bed.”
“Sleep tight.”
I can still hear him chuckling as I close my bedroom door.
He follows silently behind me, and I wonder if he’s checking out my arse again like last time. I don’t have the courage to turn around and investigate, though.
When we reach the bathroom, I pull a bottle of antiseptic from the shelf and some cotton wool from the cupboard. Jay sits down on the edge of the bathtub, watching me.
“You really shouldn’t have attacked that man,” I say. “I’ve had worse things said to me over the years.”
His eyes darken. “Who’s said worse to you, Matilda?”
I shrug it off. “Almost every time my friend Michelle and I go out, we get crude stuff shouted at us. I think it’s all part and parcel of being around drunk men with no filters.” I pause and amend, “The women can be fairly nasty at times, too.”
“Well, that’s probably because they’re jealous. And the men do it because they misguidedly think it’ll get them laid.”
I laugh softly and pour some antiseptic onto the cotton wool before sitting down beside him and bringing it to his hand. “‘Misguided’ is definitely the right word.”
When the cotton wool meets his knuckles, he hisses and curses, “Motherfucker.”
“You know what? You Boston-Irish swear even more than us Irish-Irish,” I joke.
“Yeah,” says Jay. “I’ve got a dirty mouth, but it’s mostly used for good.”
I glance at him. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel all funny and hot, so I hand him the cotton wool.
“There. You can finish yourself off,” I say, standing up.
I have to resist the urge to face palm when I see the size of his smile. Sometimes I think my brain might just be a gaping hole containing nothing but unconscious innuendo.
“You know what I mean,” I mutter as I open the door to leave.
“Oh, I know exactly what you mean,” Jay calls after me.
“I’m going to bed.”
“Sleep tight.”
I can still hear him chuckling as I close my bedroom door.
Author Info
L.H. Cosway has a BA in English Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation, and an MA in Postcolonial Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favourite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books. She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories. |