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I HATED NICHOLAS GRAYSON. THEN FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM. I FELT DEVASTATED WHEN HE WAS HURT. AND THEN HE JUST BROKE MY HEART.
Nicholas Grayson was rich, popular, hot, a total player and an a**h**e. At eighteen he had been playing games that involved breaking hearts. They call it the “BET”. It was their way of entertaining themselves, which I think was just pathetic. Can’t they find a more productive activity? They are playing with lives, with emotions and with people!
Ellie Holbrook became a target, but she was different than all the girls Nicholas has ever been with. She’s pretty and hot. So, he sets out to charm and seduce her, even using his old tricks to gain some important information about her. Ellie, however, made me so proud when she didn’t succumb immediately to his charms. She had a whole lot of bad experiences, and she has someone to look after for. Being a senior and a young mother isn’t for the faint of hearts. He persuaded her to be his friend, she tried to ignore him still. But he was persistent, and he soon found himself content and enjoying not just Ellie’s companionship but as well as her two year old daughter, Sophie.
Soon, all his antics made him ashamed of himself. He grew a conscience and turned a little soft. Spending time with both mother and daughter, and day by day, he was starting to fall. Just as when he was about to make move towards their HEA, his enemies and her past collided and made sure they wouldn’t reach their HEA. Would he let go of the love he found? Or would he allow the outside forces to topple the relationship they are about to build?
Maddie – you girl! I don’t know what to do with you. I always like to be surrounded by happy people who feel good about themselves. Because if you surround yourself with bitter people, negative energy will drown you, but I also like to make friends to those people who needed friends. And Maddie exactly needed one. She was naïve, and she believed him. He threw her away, and then used her again. My heart broke for her, but I wanted her to snap out of it. Ellie was kind to her! It wasn’t her fault that Nicky wanted her. She was her friend, and she was supposed to warn her, not cause her trouble. She made my heart ached, and throbbed so hard. I liked her and then I hated her.
I WAS HOPING, really, really hoping that he will change his mind right up to the end of the page, but gaaaaahd! He was soooo stubborn, I wanted to grab him out of the book and slap the hell out of him. WTF?! THIS IS YOUR HAPPY ENDING! THIS IS YOUR HAPPINESS! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!!! I do hope you know what you are doing!!!!
This was one book which had given me the most love-hate relationship on several characters, but I completely fell in love with it. . She wove an amazing tale of love, deception and betrayal that had me hooked, my emotions were all over the pages, and I was betting with myself on how the story would end with our two main characters.
WHAT A WAY TO START THE SERIES! It had given me an ending that almost made me lose it, and made me want to demand for the next book in the series.
•Complimentary Copy was given in exchange for an honest review.•
Nicholas Grayson wasn’t a nice person. In fact one could call him an asshole and he wouldn’t dispute it. He was as jaded as they come, eighteen years old, with a moral compass fixed permanently on diabolical. He was an emotional cripple with the personality of a cactus. He understood his faults and embraced each one with gusto.
His goals in life were to piss off his parents, break a few laws and generally screw his way through life. He was a good looking kid, born with movie star looks, a little James Dean with Brando’s swagger thrown into the mix to make the female populace of John Edgar High swoon.
He was fully aware of his power over the fairer sex and he used that knowledge for his own selfish end.
It was a game his group of friends played and Nicholas excelled at it. He’d slept with nearly every girl on campus, seduced each and every one with practiced ease that had become second nature, like breathing.
The sex was initially meant to stave off boredom; another vice to add to the growing list of evils he’d accumulated over the years. But then, like all things in his life, sex had become nauseatingly easy to obtain.
“Nicky.” The breathy call of his name had Nicholas peering over his shoulder where Maddie Tate, “Fatty Maddie,” as she was known by many in his circle, looked at him with sickening adoration.
Lounging across his king sized mattress in post-coital bliss, she looked every bit the sated lover with her tousled cinnamon red hair, flushed face, and gleaming azure eyes. She was in love with him. Had been for quite some time now and would undoubtedly do anything he asked of her.
It would take nothing to manipulate her and bend her to his will. Nicholas was sure that she would follow him. Therefore the seduction of Maddie Tate hadn’t taken much doing. The fact is Nicholas had been feeling charitable at the time. She was just another notch in this game he’s come to master; another pawn to use and discard when he was finished. He’d made a video of all their sordid acts just as he always had done and stood to win five hundred dollars for his troubles. Chump change as far as he was concerned but a win nevertheless.
“N-Nicholas…,” the voice was little hesitant this time. He heard the rustling of sheets as she rose.
“Get out.” This was the part he relished the most. Devil that he was, he caught the hitch of her breath and reveled in it.
“I…um…did I do something wrong?”
He took a moment tinkering with the camera before turning to give her his undivided attention, mouth curling into a bastardized version of a smile. “Well.” He moved with effortless grace, swagger unmatched, open and welcoming in contrast to the calculated, almost predatory look in his diamond grey eyes. “You didn’t bore me completely.”
Her face crumpled. The ensuing expression nearly heartbreaking as tears welled. If he cared he would’ve felt something other than this deep rooted annoyance and sudden need to see her out of his bedroom. “Now, please get your shit and get out.” It didn’t take long after that. Shoving him aside with surprising strength she gathered her things and was out like a shot. Now, Nicholas figured, she’d grow to hate him like so many of the others who’d come before her.
It was what he did best. Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. He lived by those words, using a slightly different variation out of the bedroom.
He was his father’s child after all; he had learned about screwing people from the master himself. Grabbing the half emptied bottle of whiskey from his dresser Nicholas made his way to the balcony in his bedroom. He took a mouthful, and then another, feeling decidedly better as each swig burned a warm path down his throat. Maneuvering himself over the balcony’s ledge he sat precariously over the edge, legs dangling four stories over the gleaming pool below. A deprecating smile tugged at his lips and Nicholas knew his demons were not far. He could hear the menacing gait of their hooved feet making a steady trek to the forefront of his mind, carrying with them memories he would sooner forget.
Shit, he was feeling maudlin. Why? He hadn’t the slightest idea. Only that the memories refused to be quelled, refused to be inundated by the liquor as per usual. The sudden image of his father fleeted across his vision and Nicholas gave a humorless laugh. Well wasn’t that just a kick in the teeth? Even at his lowest he continued to be haunted by the immoral bastard.
Charles Grayson, CEO and founder of one of the nation’s largest real estate firm was the devil incarnate and Nicholas could attest to that. He’d been ten years old when the first lesson had been imparted. There’d been an incident in school involving him and another student. Nicholas couldn’t remember exactly what it was he’d done, but he remembered he’d been mean and had been fittingly reprimanded for it by his teacher. Charles had somehow gotten word of it and swiftly rectified the situation. The teacher was terminated, credentials ruined and she’d been unable to find work in the state again. This action was quite extreme and cruel for something so little, but then Charles had never been the sentimental sort.
He was a ruthless man whose underhanded business tactics had gained him his empire. Therefore when it came to his son, Charles was merciless. He’d taken the ‘spare the rod, spoil the child’ ideology quite seriously and the scars of those lessons were now imprinted on Nicholas’s soul.
Nicholas took another swig from the bottle while raking a hand through his long hair. He was agitated and dear old Jack wasn’t doing it for him tonight. Needing a distraction that was something quite possibly stronger, he headed back to his bedroom and finished off the last of the amber liquid before tossing it aside.
Francette lives in Massachusetts with her amazingly supportive husband of ten years and her darling two year old son. Reading amazing books has led her to writing and she’s dabbled in fan-fiction before self-publishing her own works. She’s constantly thinking up new stories to write and does her best work when music is playing in the background. Romance is where she’s most comfortable but she hopes to one day venture in mystery novels. She has a weakness for coffee ice cream, tropical fruits and a good glass of wine.