Love is selfish…
My name is Blaire.
I’m the bad girl.
The other woman.
The one who never gets the guy in the end.
I’m the gold digger.
The one no one roots for.
The one you love to hate.
I hate myself too…
Everyone has a story. Are you ready for mine?
Blaire is a girl who knows what she wants from life and she’s not afraid to get it any way she knows how. And she knows how. She is her own greatest asset.
She turns heads wherever she goes – and it tends to be places of high society gatherings funnily enough. She is a girl who likes the finer things in life and there is no better way of getting them than through her methods.
Love has no place in her life. Neither do feelings of any kind.
Enter Ronan. A great guy, fawning over Blaire and making her feel special and wanted and carefree. Damn him, right? That’s not what she wants.
She wants a penthouse in SoHo and a nice new wardrobe to go with it. Oh, and that black plastic card with free reign over its use.
Enter Lawrence. He can offer all that and more.
Who would you choose? What would you do? Love her, hate her, envy her, whichever it is I wouldn’t mind being her for a day or two! 😉
Mia has written something classic with a twist. This could be the love triangle to end all triangles. I don’t like the fact I have to wait and see – I like to be able to guess an ending. This one? Nope, no clue as to what spring will bring when book 2 comes our way!
4.5 out of 5 stars
Eeeekkkk Mia Asher just became one of my favourite authors ever!!!!
I’ve been reading for a couple of years now and every so often you find a gem and boy is Easy Virtue one of those books.
I went into this book expecting a lot, I read her first book Arsen and its one of my top five of 2013 so EV had a lot to live up to…… did It live up to my expectations!!!!
Only Sh*t it did!!!!!!
I am going to be honest and say that the first chapter I was unsure if I was going to like it, I just didn’t get where the hell it was going.
“I wasn’t born a monster, though my choices certainly made me one.”
Blaire was the girl at school that all the boys wanted and all the girls hated, she wasn’t bothered because she had a plan and on graduation when the rest of her class mates were out celebrating she was putting her plan into action and no one was going to get in her way not if a Callaghan.
Ok… that’s all I’m going to say about the story (HaHa) because if you read the blurb it gives you nothing and it’s the best way to go into this book with nothing at all because it makes the words just that more gripping.
I will give some little liners to get you going…
So you may or may not know that there are Teams and I am totally passionate about my Boy, he was just totally perfect but also we actually don’t know much about him, but the way they met is fate to me, all the signs are there that this is going to be the perfect love story, but if you know Mia Love Stories are a big fat no lol, if only it could be that simple.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch! I’m coming.
Everyone, meet Blair, My future wife.”
And that line there just became one of my favourite lines in a book!! He is just perfect but he has one massive fault that Blaire can’t get out of her head.
You see the other team doesn’t have that fault my boy has, and he has everything in life Blaire has ever wanted and needed.
The other guy, we don’t actually know much about either, it’s like a one big jigsaw and it’s so exciting to read that you will not be able to put it down.
Blaire is focused on what she has always needed, that she loses focus on what she deserves
“And isn’t that how life works, after all?
All good things in life never last.”
I totally got Blaire, I didn’t agree with her actions but I understood them and this is why Mia has become one of my favourite authors. Her first book Aresen I totally got Cathy too and that is a powerful tool to have as an author, Mia didn’t just have be gripped on the male characters but the female characters too.
I read this book in a day and I was gobsmacked when it finished the way it did, I for one, DID NOT SEE THAT ENDING COMING, it actually excites me. I keep thinking back to the story and think O yeah I get that or what the hell did that mean…
I AM COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS TILL BOOK TWO.
One of my top 5 books of 2015
With champagne and caviar inundating my every sense, I slither through the light wooden floors of the Lila Acheson Wallace Wing in The Met. As I walk, I pretend to admire the expensive jewelry being showcased tonight by a famous designer whose name I can’t remember. A multicolored diamond butterfly sparkles to my left and a cobra made out of black stones glistens to my right. Rows upon rows of precious gems twinkle under the soft lights of the room, flooding the space between the walls with the glow of a thousand stars. Furtive glances. Secrets gossiped. Beauty criticized. Lofty music fills the atmosphere as the über rich mingle and pretend to like each other, yet you can almost taste their conceit and derision for one another in the air.
This is Walker’s world, and I love it.
Standing across the room, where the crowd is thinner and the music fainter, I spot Walker’s blond head in the corner of the room, talking to a group of his colleagues and their wives. He looks polished and worth every penny of his trust fund in his sleek black tuxedo, perfectly starched white shirt and black bowtie. His long golden hair parted to the side shines like the sun. He is truly flawless.
I smile because it’s hard to picture that this is the same guy who likes to snort coke off my tits as he fucks me while hardcore porn plays in the background. He looks untouchable and so cool, but his searching eyes, scanning the crowd for me give him up. He’s wondering where I am. He did tell me not to go too far, after all. Soon after we arrived at the party, I gave him some space to talk to his friends and do his thing while I did mine. I hate clingy people, so I avoid being one.
I grab a third flute of champagne from a passing waiter, and try to decide which of the different displays to check out first when my eyes land on a spectacular piece of jewelry. On a bed of black silk, similar to my hair color, lies an extravagant necklace made of diamonds and rubies—a small heaven within one’s reach as long as you can afford the price.
I bridge the space between the glass protecting the necklace and me until it’s within my reach, fighting the urge to touch the cool surface. As if under a spell, I observe how the rows of diamonds embedded in platinum form leaves and thorns. At its center is a rose made out of red diamonds almost as big as my palm.
I feel someone walk up and stand next to me, but I don’t give him or her a second thought as I continue to admire the way the light hits the gems, making them shine.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
His voice is smooth and commanding, dripping absolute power. I keep my eyes locked on the display. Call it sixth sense, but somehow I know that under no circumstance should I make eye contact with the stranger who speaks like the ruler of the world.
“Yes,” I say simply.
“I wonder how much it is?” the man asks.
“I don’t think it matters … I highly doubt anyone can afford it.”
He chuckles, and the sound is more delicious than his voice. Lusher. “Oh, but I can.”
I smile at his self-assurance. I love cocky assholes. “I still doubt it.”
“You shouldn’t. I only speak the truth,” he retorts coolly. His voice is nonchalant yet his words leave no room for disbelief—a demand and a statement all in one.
Suddenly, the noises of the room become distant. People talking and laughing amongst friends and the orchestra playing all fade away until all I hear is him speaking.
And at this moment, that is all that matters.
“The truth is very subjective, sir.”
“The truth may be subjective but money isn’t. Money can buy anything.”
His answer is like an electroshock, jumpstarting my brain from a champagne-induced haze. My pulse begins to accelerate, excitement making it hard to take a deep breath. Don’t look at him … don’t.
“Oh really,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He’s right, though.
“Of course. I believe everything,” he pauses, “and everyone has a price.”
Curiosity winning the battle against curiosity, I turn to face him, and what a fucking big mistake that is. When our eyes meet, I feel incapacitated of all sense and movement. The sight of him takes my breath away. This man gives the term “lust at first sight” a whole new meaning.
In my short twenty-three years, I’ve been with extremely handsome men, perfect even, but to classify the man standing next to me in any kind of category would be a disservice to him, and not really fair to the others. Longish, light brown hair wildly framing his face, vacant eyes the color of dollar bills, a slightly crooked nose, and a mouth that begs to be buried deep within your thighs. His beauty is as harsh as it is stunningly perfect. Dressed in a simple black tuxedo and unbuttoned white shirt, the man exudes innate virility and grace, reminding me of a black panther stalking his prey. And just like a panther, it’s the pure raw and powerful energy emanating from within him that I find most attractive. Because just by standing next to him, I get the sense that his word is always the last spoken and his wishes the first ones to be fulfilled. He doesn’t ask, he demands. He doesn’t hope, he expects.
He’s quiet for a moment; his uncanny eyes hold me captive as though they are baring my soul to him and I hate it. I tighten my hold on the crystal flute. I want to look away, but I can’t. The way he’s staring at me makes me want to squirm.
“I wonder … do you have one?” he asks softly before turning to examine the piece of jewelry once more.
“A what?” I ask, momentarily stunned.
He smiles. “A price.”
“For the right amount … I just might,” I say quietly, my heart beating so fast it feels as though it wants out of my chest. As soon as the words leave my mouth, there’s no shock coursing down my body, no rolling waves of shame pulling me down for having said that to a complete stranger—nothing.
And why should there be? I am who I am.
I’m staring at his profile, waiting for him to acknowledge my answer, when a breeze of cool air floats past us, making me shiver. About to chase the goose bumps on my arm with my hand, I watch as he slowly turns to look at me, catching me staring at him. Time stands still as I watch him raise his large tanned hand and touch my bare shoulder, his fingertips lightly grazing the temporary small bumps covering it. Then he smiles as if he knows that my skin is tingling from his scalding touch, and looks away.
“I thought so.”
We remain standing next to each other for another minute or so, the distance between us almost nonexistent. It would be so easy to reach out and hold his hand. The sound of an incoming call breaks the silence, bringing us back to reality.
He takes his cell phone out of the inner pocket of his tuxedo jacket and ignores the call after noting the name of the caller. He lifts his gaze to meet my own.
“Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. I should go … I’m here with someone,” I reply, not really wanting to leave him just yet.
“Yes, that’s probably a good idea.”
I frown. He didn’t have to be quite so blunt. The stranger extends a hand toward me, holding something in his fingers.
“Here … ”
I open my hand as I feel the edges of what I assume is his business card poke the skin of my palm. “What’s this?” I ask stupidly.
“My business card, of course.”
“Obviously … but why?”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Let’s just say that I’m an interested buyer.”
And then he’s gone.
He turns and walks away from me, disappearing into a sea of colorful gowns and black suits. As the sounds of the party infiltrate my ears once more, I lower my gaze to stare at the simple cream-colored card in my hand. Its simplistic and elegant design draws attention to the name printed in bold black letters on the paper.
I smile and let my fingertips trail his name. It depends on what you’re willing to pay, Mr. Rothschild.
Published by Mia Asher
Copyright © 2013 by Mia Asher
About the Author:
My name is Mia Asher.
I’m a writer, a hopeless romantic, a wanderer, a dreamer, a cynic, and a believer. And, oh yes…I might be a bit crazy – but who isn’t?
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