/ Blog Tour / Arc Review / Bury Me with Lies (Twin Lies, #2) / S.M. Soto / – Beckie Bookworm

“A masterpiece.” – C.L. Matthews, bestselling author

Some secrets are better left buried…

Stuck between life and death, Mackenzie is hell-bent on proving her innocence, and getting revenge on the men who murdered her sister. With one series of unfortunate events after another, Mackenzie must outrun her own fate—death.

When secrets unravel and lies become twisted betrayals, Mackenzie finds herself in more danger than she could’ve realized. Her only saving grace is Baz, the elusive playboy she’s given her heart to. But will placing her trust in a man like Baz be her downfall?

MY REVIEW
Bury Me with Lies by S.M. Soto
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is the concluding part of the story and I was so excited to get started with this one that I picked it up the minute it landed on my kindle. This starts right where we left off with that dramatic cliff drive and the resulting aftermath and if the previous book was all about burying and hiding the truth this second instalment is all about exposing the dark underbelly of all there shared pasts and exposing the truth to the world and Baz will have to take a big leap of faith right alongside Mack if she is going to have any chance of succeeding in her current vendetta against the savages. Its time for him to finally pick a side his past or his present. This instalment is angsty it abounds with secrets and suspicion throughout the distrust from the previous fallout has a massive knock-on effect here. We get to see both Mackenzie and Sebastion struggle internally with everything that has come to pass previously add into the mix there suppressed feelings towards each other and all that has gone down and it’s not surprising they are both wary and there was so much push and pull. Hang in they do get there, just the road along the way is paved with many obstacles and its far from a smooth ride with lots of hidden bumps that certainly keep things interesting. Fantastic finale and though there were instances that stretched the bounds of believability I put it aside on account of my great enjoyment of this. This one gets a big thumbs up from me.

I voluntary reviewed a copy of Bury Me with Lies (Twin Lies, #2).

Download your copy today!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2TVtB0J

Apple Books: https://apple.co/2OFjU43

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/burylies

Nook: http://bit.ly/35Uy5rs

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2Y5t78N

Start the duet with Kiss Me With Lies!

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon: https://amzn.to/34SyJ9b

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/KisswLies

Amazon Paperback: https://amzn.to/34JUIyK

Excerpt

My head feels grainy as though someone recklessly shook a carbonated can; everything is fuzzy and bubbling inside. A continuous beep rings in my ears, and someone is saying something. Whispered tones that sound like they’re coming from every direction. They’re so loud, so clear and distinct, yet every time I actively try to clear away the fuzz in my brain to listen, I can’t. I can’t make any of it out.

But I know one thing for certain.

I recognize one of the voices. I don’t know who or where I know it’s from, but I recognize the voice as though I’ve heard it my entire life. It tugs at someplace deep inside me. The place where I hide my emotions, the closet where I stuff my skeletons and force myself to box them up for good. Only someone had the key to that closet, and they were slowly opening drawers and emptying the shelves of my past and a pain that was long forgotten.

Summoning all my strength, I blink, trying to push past the sleepiness weighing my eyelids down, but nothing happens. That stark darkness still calls to me, trying to pull me back under like a black weighted blanket.

It would be so easy.

I can feel just how simple it would be to pretend the pain isn’t there and go back to that dark, cold place that somehow felt like home. I didn’t even truly know what home felt like anymore since I hadn’t had one in so long. I wasn’t sure I ever knew what the true feeling of home was.

After several struggle-filled attempts, my eyes open to bright white lights, sterile walls, and dark silhouettes. I home in on the hazy figures hovering around me. I feel a deep throb behind my eyes, and my mouth is painfully dry. My mind actively tries to decipher the commotion surrounding me, failing with every thought. Where I am, how I got here, and what is wrong with me.

I can’t form a single coherent thought or calculate an answer to any of those questions.

Steering through the fog clouding my thoughts, I blink past the film covering my eyes, and the second I look up, my breath catches when my eyes land on a familiar pair of blue. It’s a shock to my system. A deeply rooted bomb to the core. I shake my head, certain I’m imagining things, but immediately stop when pain rips down my spinal column from the movement.

This can’t be right.

This can’t be happening.

I never thought I’d see this person again. Hell, I never thought I’d see them both again, but I was wrong. So very wrong.

About S.M. Soto

S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern, California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was a young girl, and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise.

Connect with S.M. Soto

Facebook: http://bit.ly/2RQVKEb

Instagram: http://bit.ly/2MVdVHe

Amazon: https://amzn.to/30GpreQ

BookBub: http://bit.ly/2uicH2a

Join her Facebook reader group S.M.’s Baddies: http://bit.ly/2NPhQFP

Twitter: http://bit.ly/2pmyOlG

Stay up to date with S.M Soto by joining her mailing list: http://bit.ly/2oxOi6c

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/ Blog Tour / Arc Review / Bury Me with Lies (Twin Lies, #2) / S.M. Soto / – Beckie Bookworm

“A masterpiece.” – C.L. Matthews, bestselling author

Some secrets are better left buried…

Stuck between life and death, Mackenzie is hell-bent on proving her innocence, and getting revenge on the men who murdered her sister. With one series of unfortunate events after another, Mackenzie must outrun her own fate—death.

When secrets unravel and lies become twisted betrayals, Mackenzie finds herself in more danger than she could’ve realized. Her only saving grace is Baz, the elusive playboy she’s given her heart to. But will placing her trust in a man like Baz be her downfall?

MY REVIEW
Bury Me with Lies by S.M. Soto
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is the concluding part of the story and I was so excited to get started with this one that I picked it up the minute it landed on my kindle. This starts right where we left off with that dramatic cliff drive and the resulting aftermath and if the previous book was all about burying and hiding the truth this second instalment is all about exposing the dark underbelly of all there shared pasts and exposing the truth to the world and Baz will have to take a big leap of faith right alongside Mack if she is going to have any chance of succeeding in her current vendetta against the savages. Its time for him to finally pick a side his past or his present. This instalment is angsty it abounds with secrets and suspicion throughout the distrust from the previous fallout has a massive knock-on effect here. We get to see both Mackenzie and Sebastion struggle internally with everything that has come to pass previously add into the mix there suppressed feelings towards each other and all that has gone down and it’s not surprising they are both wary and there was so much push and pull. Hang in they do get there, just the road along the way is paved with many obstacles and its far from a smooth ride with lots of hidden bumps that certainly keep things interesting. Fantastic finale and though there were instances that stretched the bounds of believability I put it aside on account of my great enjoyment of this. This one gets a big thumbs up from me.

I voluntary reviewed a copy of Bury Me with Lies (Twin Lies, #2).

Download your copy today!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2TVtB0J

Apple Books: https://apple.co/2OFjU43

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/burylies

Nook: http://bit.ly/35Uy5rs

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2Y5t78N

Start the duet with Kiss Me With Lies!

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon: https://amzn.to/34SyJ9b

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/KisswLies

Amazon Paperback: https://amzn.to/34JUIyK

Excerpt

My head feels grainy as though someone recklessly shook a carbonated can; everything is fuzzy and bubbling inside. A continuous beep rings in my ears, and someone is saying something. Whispered tones that sound like they’re coming from every direction. They’re so loud, so clear and distinct, yet every time I actively try to clear away the fuzz in my brain to listen, I can’t. I can’t make any of it out.

But I know one thing for certain.

I recognize one of the voices. I don’t know who or where I know it’s from, but I recognize the voice as though I’ve heard it my entire life. It tugs at someplace deep inside me. The place where I hide my emotions, the closet where I stuff my skeletons and force myself to box them up for good. Only someone had the key to that closet, and they were slowly opening drawers and emptying the shelves of my past and a pain that was long forgotten.

Summoning all my strength, I blink, trying to push past the sleepiness weighing my eyelids down, but nothing happens. That stark darkness still calls to me, trying to pull me back under like a black weighted blanket.

It would be so easy.

I can feel just how simple it would be to pretend the pain isn’t there and go back to that dark, cold place that somehow felt like home. I didn’t even truly know what home felt like anymore since I hadn’t had one in so long. I wasn’t sure I ever knew what the true feeling of home was.

After several struggle-filled attempts, my eyes open to bright white lights, sterile walls, and dark silhouettes. I home in on the hazy figures hovering around me. I feel a deep throb behind my eyes, and my mouth is painfully dry. My mind actively tries to decipher the commotion surrounding me, failing with every thought. Where I am, how I got here, and what is wrong with me.

I can’t form a single coherent thought or calculate an answer to any of those questions.

Steering through the fog clouding my thoughts, I blink past the film covering my eyes, and the second I look up, my breath catches when my eyes land on a familiar pair of blue. It’s a shock to my system. A deeply rooted bomb to the core. I shake my head, certain I’m imagining things, but immediately stop when pain rips down my spinal column from the movement.

This can’t be right.

This can’t be happening.

I never thought I’d see this person again. Hell, I never thought I’d see them both again, but I was wrong. So very wrong.

About S.M. Soto

S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern, California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was a young girl, and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise.

Connect with S.M. Soto

Facebook: http://bit.ly/2RQVKEb

Instagram: http://bit.ly/2MVdVHe

Amazon: https://amzn.to/30GpreQ

BookBub: http://bit.ly/2uicH2a

Join her Facebook reader group S.M.’s Baddies: http://bit.ly/2NPhQFP

Twitter: http://bit.ly/2pmyOlG

Stay up to date with S.M Soto by joining her mailing list: http://bit.ly/2oxOi6c

Website: https://authorsmsoto.com

STALK ME

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