I admit that recently I haven’t been very fond of tours, spotlights and so on… just because, you know, I gave up on my real book blog and I started MMIH as a life-blog, which is supposed to be quite different.
But here I am, because I just couldn’t refuse Rachel Dunning. This is her newest stand-alone New Adult book.
99c Pre-Order Sale
Over 400 Pages
New-Adult Romance / Sports Romance
Debt, by Rachel Dunning
Expected Release Date: March 2016
The Debt Collector
I pay my debts, and I expect others to.I was raised in the slums of Londone, I knew nothing of privilege. My father was murdered when I was seventeen. Morty figured my father’s passing meant I would automatically take on dad’s debts. I refused.
And I paid for that refusal.
So did my sister.
So now I fight. All I know how to do is fight. The best cash is in the states, so that’s where I am now. A big fish called Vito came along offering me a “favor” when I arrived.
I paid for that one too.
I knew Kyla Hensley would be trouble when I met her. But I wanted her. I could see through the falsehood of her wannabe-slutty clothes and her sexy legs. So I chased her.
Besides, trouble is my middle name.
I was brought up in privilege, but I lacked everything else. My father is a business tycoon who buys and sells and doesn’t care who gets rolles over in the process.
I never knew my mother, and all I have of her is a photo with a note scrawled on the back in French saying “I’m sorry.” The only Female Figure I had growing up is my dad’s wife who is a bleach blond with seven boob jobs. We never bonded.
I drink. I party. I meet guys.
But I wasn’t always like that.
I’ve had a string of lovers in the last few years, the worst and most recent of which was Vince Somerset. My best friend Vera was dating a guy called Rory Cansoom who is the opposite of Vince in so many ways, and yet so the same.
She and I hit the road for the summer, getting away from the two chollege psychos and just trying to have some fun.
But there’s a funny thing about trouble, the more you run from it, the more it finds you.
Which is when I met the Debt Collector.
It was only supposed to be sex. He made that clear. I made that clear.
That’s all it was supposed to be.
I never expected to fall in love. I never expeted to fall so deeply, madly, uncomfortably in love with a man who is wrong, so wrong for me.
And yet… so unbelievably right.
Not suitable for readers under age of seventeen.