Monday, February 1, 2016

Release Blitz + Review + Giveaway: Low by Mary Elizabeth

Title: Low 
Series: Low #1  
Author: Mary Elizabeth
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Publish Date: February 1, 2016
Review Source: Bring Me Books Promotions

It’s hard living on the wrong side of the tracks.

Lowen Seely has a criminal record to prove it. Determined not to follow in his father’s footsteps, he fights instinct and tries honesty. But hunger becomes painful, and bills are due. Forced to choose between what is right and wrong, the boy from the hood learns abiding by the rules is nearly impossible when corruption is in your blood.

Falling for an outlaw has changed everything.

Poesy Ashby is the definition of ride or die, even when it means turning her back on freedom. The girl from the suburbs gives conformity the middle finger. Bonnie and Clyde have nothing on her love story.
On the run with consequences in the rearview mirror, Lowen and Poesy accept the truth: they are the bad guys.
But can they get away with their crimes?

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 Captivating. Compelling. Gut wrenching. An amazingly in your face grip on reality. Mary Elizabeth really knocked this one out of the park. I can trust that she will take me on a journey down a fay away path and never let me down.

Lowen aka Low will do whatever it takes to provide for his family. Trying to do so, only landed him in jail and away from his heart and soul .. Posey. During that time away, he vowed to keep on the straight and narrow and be the man his mom always imagined him to be. Living in the  ghetto can really change a person.

The day that he was released from prison, he ran into the arms of the only woman he has given his heart to, Poe. Low always told her that she deserves better, but she sticks with him. He is the one that holds her heart. She is beautiful, she is his sunshine, she is his air.

The two try so hard to make it on their own. They will not ask for handouts. Low is working and Poe is working and going to school to better herself. A series of unfortunate events occur that makes Low believe that they will never make it and he promised Poe the world. The two come up with a scheme ... to in essence, become the next Bonnie and Clyde. Bank heist after bank heist and yet they are still running. They will not be caught. They can NOT be caught because he can't live with himself if they take Posey.

Will the law become their demise? Will they get the happily ever after that they have always dreamt of? Do yourself a HUGE favor and pick up LOW. I can't tell you how much I loved this story. Low and Poe are one of my absolute favorite couples. Even young, they know that they belong together and they are each others souls. I dreamt of them and I woke up thinking of them. These are characters that grip your heart strings and refuse to let go. Many times I was yelling out loud, telling them what to do. There is a very sweet part toward the end that had me in a fit of tears.

Every emotion that you hold, will be used during this book. Another FIVE feather review in the books for Miss Mary. She is my rock star and my literary hero. Much love Mary ... HUGE congratulations on a job well done!!

“Keep the engine running,” I say. “If I’m not out in five minutes, leave.”

Poe nods her head, but doesn’t argue.

When the nine o’clock hour comes, both she and I watch the clock on the dashboard turn to one minute after.

“You’ll need to keep your mask on, Poesy. Make sure none of your hair is showing,” I say. “Keep your head down the entire time.” 

“Okay,” she answers in a small voice.

“If you see cops—”

“I know what to do, Lowen. I know you want me to leave you.” She sighs. “But I don’t know if I can.”

Despite our circumstances, I smirk. “Hopefully you won’t have to.”

At nine thirty, Poe and I switch seats, and she gets behind the wheel while I load the pistol. With hands that shake uncontrollably, I place the ski mask over my head but don’t pull it down my face. I help Poesy with hers, tucking in every stray strand of hair so they remain unseen.

She grabs my wrist, and our eyes meet. I see fear combined with love and loyalty in her stare.

I kiss her knuckles and promise with the chance of lying, “We’re going to be okay.”

Unlike when we drove into the garage, the streets are alive and filled with a variety of automobiles, and dirty sidewalks carry several pedestrians. The forty-second drive to the bank feels like forty years. Thick blood courses through my veins, and I feel it flow through arteries and vessels, nourishing muscle and bone. My head echoes with the thump, thump, thump of my hard heartbeat. Every breath is shallower than the one before it.

“Pull down your mask,” I say, but my voice sounds foreign and feels a million miles away.

As Poe drives into California Credit Union’s parking lot, I grip the cold steel in my hand.

The edges of my vision blur; I’m blinded by adrenaline.

My skin crawls like I’m covered in spiders; I’m delirious with edginess.

“Your ski mask,” Poesy shrieks. “Cover your fucking face, Lowen.”

My girl reaches over and pulls it down for me. The car stops to a screeching halt, and reality crashes into me in a brutal rush, stripping me of air and voice.

“If we’re in this, you need to go,” Poesy says in a calm but stern tone, hidden behind her black mask.

There’s peace in her eyes.

There’s strength in the girl who stayed with me when I was locked up.

The one who’s remained by my side, believing and starving all at the same time.

With the gun in my hand and determination in my heart, I leave Poesy in the car and push open the glass double doors into the bank.

As I step foot onto the burgundy carpet, I yell, “Everyone down on the fucking floor!”

Mary Elizabeth is an up and coming author who finds words in chaos, writing stories about the skeletons hanging in your closets.

Known as The Realist, Mary was born and raised in Southern California. She is a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She's a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night. Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it's perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her chokehold. And she's not letting go until every story is told.

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One Low signed paperback

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