FILTHY RICH
Series: Blackstone Dynasty #1
Author: Raine Miller
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 15th, 2016
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Billionaire Caleb Blackstone lives in the glamorous world of wealth and success, with every material luxury. But the moment he sees Brooke Casterley, none of that matters. Caleb is filled with a raw, undeniable need that he can’t ignore…for a girl who is so completely different from everything and everyone he’s ever known.
Only Brooke isn’t looking for love. She knows all too well just how much damage the wrong guy can do. Still, what sane, broke British girl can resist the charms of an incredibly sexy, chivalrous billionaire? What starts as flirtation quickly turns into all-consuming passion. Nothing could have prepared her for the searing heat of Caleb’s touch—or just how much she craves him.
Their whirlwind romance is the stuff of high-society fantasy—but for every moment of pleasure, there is a cost. Past mistakes and tragedy shadow them both…and falling for him might be the kind of trouble she can’t afford.
I would give this thing two drinks max before I was outie.
Nodding and saying the right things, I shook hands with the colleagues who’d known my father and accepted condolences from others. I made a mental note of the people who’d made the effort to mention his name to me, and I would write them down with the event and date as soon as I got home.
I’d worked my way through the room, as I had been taught by my dad—by the best to ever work a roomful of potential deals—when I decided I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do tonight. It was time for me to go. After setting my glass down on an empty table, I started for the door . . . until I saw her.
Just like that. She appeared in my line of sight and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
The beautiful girl from this morning at the Starbucks on Hereford Street.
I knew it was her because how could anyone forget those sexy boots? Her blonde hair wasn’t down like it had been this morning, though. She’d pulled it back into a sleek ponytail . . . but she was serving at this event? I’d seen her go into that design studio next to Starbucks. She probably had two jobs. Industrious . . . beautiful . . . sexy.
I quickly returned for my half-empty glass and snatched it up from the table. I suddenly felt like an appetizer or two.
She saw me approaching and moved closer with her tray. “What are these called?” I asked without sparing her tray a second glance. Bad move on my part, but I was too busy taking in her golden eyes and hair, and everything else I could now see up close. Perfect skin, dark lashes that framed spectacular eyes, and a scar along the hairline of the right side of her face. Something had hurt her at some point in the past, and I found it utterly insane that I was disturbed by it.
She rolled her pink lips together as if she was trying to suppress laughter. “Well, they’ve told me it’s something called a . . . meatball. Very unusual gourmet creation. You should try one. They’re said to be quite delicious.”
That voice of hers was . . . fucking beautiful.
“Okay.” I picked up a meatball and popped it in my mouth. Didn’t taste a thing. I could have been chewing slaughterhouse by-products and I wouldn’t have known. My brain had shut off everything except her beautiful voice.
“You are either messing with me or that blow to your head must have been devastating. I would wager you’ve had a meatball before.”
“I am.”
She lost her smile. “You are messing with me?”
“No, I am devastating—I mean devastated—by the blow to my head.” What in the mother fuck was I even saying to this girl? I sounded like Rain Man minus the IQ. I needed to stop talking.
“I’m sorry to hear that. It looks painful.”
“It doesn’t hurt me now.” I think I smiled and shook my head but couldn’t be sure. Just call me the village idiot because I knew I was acting like one. I did love the sound of her voice, though.
“Another rare and precious meatball?” She offered her tray and studied me this time. She had to be disgusted by my appearance and turned off by my behavior, but she didn’t show it if she was.
“Yes, please.” I took another meatball but I didn’t eat it. “You are British.”
“You are American,” she said with a fast wink, before turning away to serve other guests.
I watched her walk away from me and felt the pounding of my heart vibrating throughout my entire body.
Something had just happened to me.
I wasn’t completely sure what exactly, but I was crystal clear on the reason.
Her.
The Blackstone Affair series introduced me to Raine Miller’s incredible talent and got me hooked on her writing style, becoming instantly part of my all time favorite series. So, when the Blackstone Dynasty was announced I was ecstatic, since I wanted to know more about this world and this family, so I was counting down the days to read about Caleb, after that blurb that fit all the right marks for me, and let me tell you, Raine Miller did not disappoint! Filthy Rich was fantastic!
Caleb was everything I was looking forward and more. Handsome, alpha, protective, confident, the right dose of arrogant and incredibly devoted and caring of those he loves. He ended up surprising me even more, when he shows that behind that well constructed facade of the power persona he was hiding a passionate and incredibly devoted soul. The moment he takes his first look at Brooke, he is lost, – in the best way – and he immediately recognizes her as the one and only for him.
Maybe that’s what made her so intoxicating?
I didn’t know and I didn’t care because it made absolutely no difference to me. I wanted her with a primal desire I could barely understand, yet I embraced that desire wholeheartedly because I was incapable of doing anything else with it. How could I not? She had enchanted me.
And that just made me love him even more, because he followed his instincts – and his father’s last words/advise – and truly let himself go to all these new and unique emotions that Brooke awoke in him.
The heart wants what it wants, and I’d discovered that for my heart, want was all wrapped up in the package that was Brooke Ellen Casterley.
Brooke has just been back to the island, and city, where she spend her teen years and start of adulthood with her grandmother, after losing both parents in a car accident. At the time she was forced to move to America, to the Blackstone Island, because of tragedy that left deep scars, but now she came still recovering after a whole new tragedy, that left her broken in more ways than one. Five months and she’s still fighting every day, but always with a cloud of sadness surrounding her. And you may think that would make Caleb step back, but no, that just makes him more determined to bring her happiness and vanquished those shadows.
I couldn’t explain why, but I felt like I just needed her. Brooke was like a breath of fresh air into my very narrowly constrained life. Refined, yet not haughty. Strong, but wielding her strength with a careful sense of purpose. Fiery, but not with anger, just wickedly intelligent sass on the tip of her tongue ready to fly. Someone who knew who she was, but not through entitlement and prestige. In other words, a complete anomaly in my world.
He was absolutely relentless, using all the tools he had at his disposal to get what he wanted, who he wanted, because for him, they were fated to be together.
Brooke and I were inevitable.
Inevitable.
Of course it wasn’t an easy mission, given Brooke’s scarred and deeply sad past, but I loved that there wasn’t really much of a push and pull from her part. She felt their chemistry, had her personal and justified reservations, but never cut him off. She could see his good and generous heart behind all that gorgeous and wealthy cover, mainly because he allowed. He opened up his soul and heart to her.
“My whole life changed the moment I saw you, Brooke. I knew it then. It felt like the shades were drawn open, letting the sunlight in after being shut in the dark for years. That’s exactly how it felt for me.”
Filthy Rich was such a heart warning, beautiful, love story about relationship development as much as personal growth and emotional healing as well and soul deep love and connection. Raine Miller created the perfect recipe to captivate us, yet again, to this new series and make sure we don’t forget Caleb and Brooke any time soon, while simultaneously enticing us with these intriguing secondary characters that I’m sure will provide interesting stories of their own.
Caleb and Brooke were perfect together, but what stood out more than anything and that I, personally treasured, and made it completely swoon worthy – and let’s not forget, panty melting, because, boy, were they scorching together – was the irreprehensible and memorable way he LOVED her! What woman doesn’t which for that kind of love and devotion?! It’s was Romance at its best!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
“So I won’t ever forget that you are the heart and I am your key?” I asked.
“That is correct, beautiful.”
“What if I told you that you are the same for me, Caleb? That I am the heart and you are my key?”
“Am I, Brooke?”
I nodded my head up and down because I needed a moment to compose myself from the onslaught of emotions bubbling up. “You are inside my h-heart, Caaa—leb. You’re in here s-so very deep, inside a p-part of me I thought—I thought—wouldn’t ever be c-capable of f-f-feeling this way.” I splayed my palm over my heart and struggled to get the rest of the words out. “But my heart does work. You healed what was broken inside it and brought that part back to life.
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Raine Miller has been reading romance novels since she picked up that first Barbara Cartland book at the tender age of thirteen. And it’s a safe bet she’ll never stop, because now she writes them too! Granted Raine’s stories are edgy enough to turn Ms. Cartland in her grave, but to her way of thinking, a hot, sexy hero never goes out of fashion. A former teacher, she’s now writing sexy romance stories full time. She has a handsome prince of a husband, two brilliant sons, and two bouncy Italian Greyhounds to pull her back into the real world if the writing takes her too far away. Her sons know she likes to write stories, but gratefully have never asked to read any, thank God! Raine loves to hear from readers and to chat about the characters in her books.
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