Two billionaire brothers enjoy twisted games where women are the sport. They find a female, date her, and compete to see who can bed her first.
Too bad they picked the wrong one this time. Dawn’s too smart for their verbal play and too quick to get trapped by clever ploys.
The more the brothers work to capture her heart, the more they discover she might not be theirs to play.
When dealing with these two sexist pigs, I’d hoped to channel some great feminist in the history of women. Someone like Joan of Arc or Virginia Woolf. Sure it seemed a bit much, but this game that I volunteered for was more than us three. This was about lashing back at the theorized alpha male who thought he could do or say anything he wanted just because he had good looks, money, and the stupidity of a swollen ego.
When I walked up the boat’s ramp, I was supposed to appear regal and powerful, courageous and deadly like a lioness. Instead, with all the pretty butterflies swarming around me and stirring up my hair, I looked like a goddamn Disney princess.
And just to add insult to injury, Frederick appeared behind me. “You’re more captivating than Cinderella, right now.”
Fury boiled in my veins. I was hot and ready to bubble over. “Well I’m not Cinderella and you’re no Prince Charming.”
On the center of the ramp, he stepped closer to me. I refused to inch back like a scared little damsel in distress.
But, I probably should have moved away.
Frederick’s masculinity encircled me. It was such a silly thing to think, but it did. His woodsy cologne trapped me to him. The profile of muscles under his thin white shirt kept my focus. The wind picked up as if under his command, raising my dress just a little and brushing soft wisps against my flesh. I shivered.
“Oh no,” he whispered to me like a lover to his devoted. “I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the bad guy that sneaks into the castle when Prince Charming is off singing songs in the woods. I’m the one with the big cock that bends needy Cinderella over. And I’m the one that makes her scream until her throat’s raw and she can’t sing a note.”
“I had no idea Cinderella got so much action.” I slipped away and hurried up the ramp, doing my best to outrun the butterflies and Frederick, who I was now going to call the Big Bad Wolf.
Wow where do I start with this one?!! This was a short read, but it will grab you right from the start. Here it is a nut shell…two brothers, one woman and a game (sounds cruel). We have two handsome rich billionaire brothers, Max and Frederick (you know the kind), they travel the world with a lot of cash to burn and beautiful women every night. They invented a game to make their lives more interesting. They both seduce the same woman; whoever gets the girl to fall in love with them first wins. Enter their new victim, Dawn, and she is far from any other target they’ve encountered in their game.
The setting is Miami Beach. Dawn is a tough girl. She knows what she wants and that is to prepare and excel in her first year of law school. She has no time for games. Max and Frederick are walking on the beach looking for their next target, when they see Dawn. Game ON!!!
Dawn was an immediate challenge for the brothers. She did not fall for their pitiful pick-up. Dawn has been played before, when her ex-millionaire boyfriend broke her heart, not mention his constant stalking abilities. Dawn over hears their conversation about said “Game” and this is when I started to ask myself, who is playing the GAME HERE.
“What do you mean let the Games Begin? What are we playing tonight? Does your game involve me? Am I the prize or the means to get it? There are teams right?”
Damn it, I loved this no sh*t kind of girl! She was very strong and not a push over.
“Well, just us three are involved, but yeah. It’s sort of team Freddy and team max.” We don’t share women. We just compete for their attention. You’re the Game for this summer, Dawn.”
Dawn agrees to play their game, but switched it up, instead of the summer, she gives them one week.
I am not sure which brother I liked more, Max or Freddy. They both had a way with words. Max is blunt and has a dirty mouth, that makes you literally stop and think “WELL DAYUM”. But Dawn, is not their naïve play thing, OH NO, she gives it to them right back.
“When I spread your legs, I’m going to make you scream buddy three times before I enter you.”
“If you spread my legs, you better be hungry and lowering yourself to your knees because I don’t give my moans out easily. You’ll have to earn my pleasure, just like you’ll have to earn an invitation to my bed.”
Frederick was the playful brother, but damn his mouth was just as bad as Max’, he just added his own touch.
“I’m not prince Charming. I’m the bad guy that sneaks into the castle when Prince Charming is off singing songs in the woods. I’m the one with the big co*k that bends needy Cinderella over until her throat’s raw and she can’t sing a note.” (HMMMM dry panties any one because I think Cinderella is going to need a new pair!)
“I had no idea Cinderella got so much action. So you really had sex with Cinderella? I should get your autograph.”
The wicked game starts but flirtation and no strings becomes complicated.One of the brothers start to develop real feelings for Dawn and more lies are revealed. I won’t say which one falls for Dawn, because I honestly did not know myself until the very end. They played this game so well, that I was confused. Dawn won’t stay and play their game anymore. There is just too many lies and depravity with the brothers. Even though one brother has won her heart, she will not be left to put it back together. I got all the way to the end, and you know what I got a cliffhanger! Oh yeah MOTHER OF HELL CLIFFHANGER! So if Kenya could just finish Book 2, I think I might get some peace back in my life. One-click this book!! It is really good and fast paced. You will not be sorry! Ok well maybe you will be when you get to the end like me! But if we stalk Kendra and beg maybe we can get Book 2 sooner.
“You’re going to give me your heart to me and you’re scared.”
“No. I’m just giving you my body for tonight. Nothing else.
“Nope I can see it. You’re scared and you’re mine.”
“Oh good. Then you are ready to say goodbye.”
“Hell no. This won’t just be tonight.”
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Kenya Wright always knew she would be famous since the ripe old age of six when she sang the Michael Jackson thriller song in her bathroom mirror. She has tried her hand at many things from enlisting in the Navy for six years as a Persian-Farsi linguist to being a nude model at an art university. However, writing has been the only constant love in her life. Will she succeed? Of course. For she has been coined The Urban Fantasy Queen, the Super Iconic Writer of this Age, The Lyrical Genius of Our Generation. Granted, these are all terms coined by her, within the private walls of her bathroom as she still sings the Michael Jackson thriller song. Kenya Wright currently resides in Miami with her three amazing, overactive children, a supportive, gorgeous husband, and three cool black cats that refuse to stop sleeping on Kenya’s head at night.