Audie Award Winner, Erotica, 2015
The first time it happened, it seemed like an impossible miracle. Bills were piling up, adding up to more money than I could ever make. Mom’s hospital bills. My baby brother’s tuition. My tuition. Rent. Electricity. All of it on my shoulders. And I had just lost my job. There was no hope, no money in my account, no work to be found. And then, just when I thought all hope was lost, I found an envelope in the mail. No return address. My name on the front, my address. Inside was a check, made out to me, in the amount of 10 thousand dollars. Enough to pay the bills and leave me some left over to live on until I found a job. Enough to let me focus on classes. There was no name on the check, just “VRI Inc.”, and a post office box address for somewhere in the city. No hint of identity or reason for the check or anything. No mention of repayment, interest, nothing…except a single word, on the notes line: “You”. Just those three letters.
If you received a mysterious check, for enough money to erase all your worries, would you cash it?
I did.
The next month, I received another check, again from VRI Incorporated. It too contained a single word: “belong.”
A third check, the next month. This time, two words. Four letters. “To me.”
The checks kept coming. The notes stopped. Ten thousand dollars, every month. A girl gets used to that, real quick. It let me pay the bills without going into debt. Let me keep my baby brother in school and Mom’s hospice care paid for. How do you turn down what seems like free money, when you’re desperate? You don’t. I didn’t.
And then, after a year, there was a knock on my door. A sleek black limousine sat on the curb in front of my house. A driver stood in front of me, and he spoke six words: “It’s time to pay your debt.”
Would you have gotten in?
I did.
It turns out $120,000 doesn’t come free.
Smoking Hot First, don’t begin this book until you have all day to read! This is one of those wow books. Jasinda Wilder just keeps getting better and better. Kylie meets her “mystery man” blindfolded. I felt as if I were blindfolded as well. I had no idea what this guy looked like. We learned to trust him just as Kyrie did. I was so impatient wanting to know what this guy looked like, how old he was, what he did for a living, and what awful secret that he had that would possibly make Kyrie walk…
Too ridiculous for words Is this the same author? I saw the movie Pretty Woman, I didn’t need to have the author write the exact same scene with the opera gown, necklace and the flight to the opera (helicopter and not jet for a change).
Sadly, not the book for me… “You’re here because I own you, Kyrie.”