No one knows how new members are selected to the board of Hale Banking and Holding. But there are rumors of a sordid rite of initiation.
Whispers how one woman and nine men disappear into a boardroom.
This time, that woman will be me.
The Hale family owns everything—the eighth largest bank in the world, everyone in our town, even the mortgage on my parents’ mansion. And now Royce Hale wants to own me.
He is charming. Seductive. Ruthless. But above all, he’s the prince of lies. My body may tighten with white-hot desire under his penetrating gaze, but I refuse to enjoy it.
I’ll make a deal with the devil to save my family and sell myself to the Hales. But Royce will never own my heart.
Series: Filthy Rich Americans #1
My Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥+
Oh goodness gracious me. I’m just sitting here wondering what the fuck I just read. I mean I had my “what the fuck” face on the whole time I was reading this book. This is my first read by Nikki Sloane and yes I know, where the fuck have I been. Generally I don’t read YA books because as I said before, young adults are generally stupid and it’s hard to sell their shit as anything else. But I have to say, this was hands down one of the best reads of 2019 so far. Do yourself a favour and read this book. I devoured this book like I was getting paid for it. The twists, the suspense, the disgusting shit that was done in the name of tradition. People with money have some real fucked up problems.
“He was Hades, wanting to take me to the underworld and be his bride, and this ring was the pomegranate seed that would make me stay. I chose to go with the version of the myth where Persephone took it willingly.”
So we meet Marist Northcott caught between a rock and a hard place. She’s beautiful, smart, reserved and doesn’t like the spot light; which she leaves for her sister Emily. Emily is for all intents and purposes married off to Royce Hale, until she comes up with a plan to get out of it; unbeknownst to her that the seeds of her actions will be reaped by her sister . When reality of her family situation is made known to her, the family is given a way out; one which falls squarely on Marist’s shoulders. We all love our families, and most of us will do whatever it takes to get them out of trouble. But what Marist is being asked to do goes beyond all family obligations, right? But is it really such a burden or is she secretly excited about what’s about to transpire?
“You wait for me. You understand? I get to be your first, Marista. No one else touches you.”
Then we have Royce Hale. Heir to Hale Banking and Holdings; the town’s most eligible bachelor. Mysterious, sexy, suave, debonair and dripping swag goo. Women fall over themselves to be with him. But underneath all that sex appeal lays a hollow man- trapped in a battle of wills with an unfeeling and unkind father. His life has been planned since he was in diapers- who and when he marries. He’s generally on board with it, but when an unexpected turn of events rendered the woman he was promises unsuitable, he seems to be more than happy with the alternative. But is he really?
Okay so let’s stop here for a beat. Up until this point, I’m all for Royce and Marist. He’s showing some really chivalrous tendencies and dare I say he appears to have caught feelings for Marist. And I’m rooting for Marist thinking she’s handling her unfortunate turn of events like a G. All mature and shit. Thinking this might actually work out.
Everything seems almost whimsical to this point. They seem to be a united front to fend off the sharks; assume roles of who society expects them to be given their condition, while loving the shit out of one another in private. Then that motherfucking tradition is relieved.
Was I the only who thought Marist was about to say
But nope homegirl, took that shit on like a G. Listen I’m not averse to people having some exhibitionists tendencies and doing whatever the fuck you have to do for them and theirs to survive. But fuck my life Marist,
So you’re just going to
At this point Royce is still raking high in my book, but he’s starting to confuse the shit out of me. His motives and intentions are starting to become unclear to me now. All this time I’ve considered him a businessman with some ruthlessness, but when it came to Marist he seemed to have a conscious, hell maybe even some integrity. And then he made that deal with his father.
That motherfucking cliffhanger. That can’t be it right? I mean he has to have a plan right? Right? Please Nikki Sloane, don’t let it be so.