Author: Francette Phal
Book one, Ellie And Nicholas.
The book introduces us to Nicholas and his group of friends.
Now Nicholas is our leading man, he is, tall, dark and mysterious and he holds a deep dark secret within himself, one that he tries to ignore.
Nicolas likes to play a game called "The bet", now this isn't a nice game by any means, it all involves sex and money, lots of sex.
But as he takes his latest bet his life takes a startling turn for him when he realizes his happiness lies with the young mum and her little girl.
Should he take the bet?
The latest bet involves our Ellie and Nicholas.
But he is completely frightened at how fiercely Ellie makes him feel but before he can even process his emotions, his friends conspire to tear them apart and Nicholas must make the choice as to whether their love is worth saving or to allow his friends to rip away the greatest thing that has ever happened to him.
When Ellie appears at her new school, her first impression of Nicholas doesn't mean much to her, he's popular and knows it, while she tries to keep her head down she can't help but be drawn to him and his stormy grey green eyes.
She first gets introduced to Nicholas when her car breaks down and she has to wait for the tow truck guy.
Nicholas pulls up beside her on his bike and offers her ride home which at first she declines but the rumble of thunder and rain soon has doubting this choice.
But Ellie is not all as she seems, she is also hiding something deep inside of her, her daughter and how it happened.
A past Ellie does not want find out so she keeps herself closed off from people to keep the hurt away.
Ellie does not trust easy and who can blame the poor girl?
She should be out being a normal teenage girl, instead she works two jobs, goes to school and raises her beautiful daughter, Sophie, she has no idea that her world is about to be turned upside down by one dark and brooding Nicholas.
I absolutely love Ellie and Sophie and I was shouting at her not to fall for the beautiful Nicholas and his charms but you can't really blame her for falling for him, I just hoped that she doesn't get her heart broken.
You do get drawn into these characters lives, you feel their heartbreak, their pain, the utter devastation of the choices the decide upon, it's not just their lives everyone gets involved so neither of them get the space they need to figure it all out.
Ellie holds all her cards close to her chest, she distrusts everyone now due to Tony.
You see Tony was her everything, her first lover, dealer, rapist and her first abuser.
She lived a strict life, she was a bishops daughter, so the first time she meant Tony she believed she had found love.
It had been a psychedelic night, sexually charged music.
She felt liberated.
She acted like a whore of Babylon, danced like one of the Dionysus nymphs.
She felt sexy, desirable.
So when Tony approached her, led her to his car and took her to his loft, she had been all to willing.
So after months of abuse Ellie found the courage to leave, to protect her unborn baby.
She does what any teenager would do, she goes home to her mum, but the welcome she got when she told her parents that she was pregnant was not quite what she expected!
"How can you be so stupid? Fifteen, Eleanor! You're only fifteen!"
Now this part here had me recoiling from the venom in her mothers voice, my heart broke for poor Ellie here, all she wanted was the comfort from her mother, but her mother recoiled from her touch, the look in her hazel eyes telling her of the aching disappointment she felt.
Now that look had hurt more than anything Ellie could have experienced.
So a pregnant Ellie moved in with her uncle Gabe and raises Sophie there.
This is when Nicholas gets involved with Ellie and her daughter.
Nicholas was not expecting to have these feelings for Ellie, it had become than just a bet now, he liked her and loved her little girl and these thoughts scared him.
He couldn't hurt Ellie, she wasn't just another bet to him, she was something more, something that made him feel like a human being again ,made him forget all the bad.
She brought the best out him, she could see the good inside of him that couldn't see and he was determined to keep her safe, no matter the cost.
But things go from good to bad, Nicholas gets close to Ellie, she trust hims, opens up to him,
and all comes crashing down around her, she doesn't know where to turn!
What will Nicholas do?
What will Ellie do?
Will they over come everything?
Read this book or miss out on great story.
Yes it's full of heartbreak but its also full of love and happiness.
Yes it has tears and sorrow but it also has happy times and fond memories.
A fantastic read and plot, it draws you in completely until you think your own heart is being ripped up or over flowing with joy!!
I loved it!
Nicholas Grayson wasn’t a nice person. In fact one could call him an asshole and he wouldn’t dispute it. He was as jaded as they come, eighteen years old, with a moral compass fixed permanently on diabolical. He was an emotional cripple with the personality of a cactus. He understood his faults and embraced each one with gusto. His goals in life were to piss off his parents, break a few laws and generally screw his way through life. He was a good looking kid, born with movie star looks, a little James Dean with Brando’s swagger thrown into the mix to make the female populace of John Edgar High swoon. He was fully aware of his power over the fairer sex and he used that knowledge for his own selfish end. It was a game his group of friends played and Nicholas excelled at it. He’d slept with nearly every girl on campus, seduced each and every one with practiced ease that had become second nature, like breathing. The sex was initially meant to stave off boredom; another vice to add to the growing list of evils he’d accumulated over the years. But then, like all things in his life, sex had become nauseatingly easy to obtain. “Nicky.” The breathy call of his name had Nicholas peering over his shoulder where Maddie Tate, “Fatty Maddie,” as she was known by many in his circle, looked at him with sickening adoration. Lounging across his king sized mattress in post-coital bliss, she looked every bit the sated lover with her tousled cinnamon red hair, flushed face, and gleaming azure eyes. She was in love with him. Had been for quite some time now and would undoubtedly do anything he asked of her. It would take nothing to manipulate her and bend her to his will. Nicholas was sure that she would follow him. Therefore the seduction of Maddie Tate hadn’t taken much doing. The fact is Nicholas had been feeling charitable at the time. She was just another notch in this game he’s come to master; another pawn to use and discard when he was finished. He’d made a video of all their sordid acts just as he always had done and stood to win five hundred dollars for his troubles. Chump change as far as he was concerned but a win nevertheless. “N-Nicholas…,” the voice was little hesitant this time. He heard the rustling of sheets as she rose. “Get out.” This was the part he relished the most. Devil that he was, he caught the hitch of her breath and reveled in it. “I…um…did I do something wrong?” He took a moment tinkering with the camera before turning to give her his undivided attention, mouth curling into a bastardized version of a smile. “Well.” He moved with effortless grace, swagger unmatched, open and welcoming in contrast to the calculated, almost predatory look in his diamond grey eyes. “You didn’t bore me completely.” Her face crumpled. The ensuing expression nearly heartbreaking as tears welled. If he cared he would’ve felt something other than this deep rooted annoyance and sudden need to see her out of his bedroom. “Now, please get your shit and get out.” It didn’t take long after that. Shoving him aside with surprising strength she gathered her things and was out like a shot. Now, Nicholas figured, she’d grow to hate him like so many of the others who’d come before her. It was what he did best. Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. He lived by those words, using a slightly different variation out of the bedroom. He was his father’s child after all; he had learned about screwing people from the master himself. Grabbing the half emptied bottle of whiskey from his dresser Nicholas made his way to the balcony in his bedroom. He took a mouthful, and then another, feeling decidedly better as each swig burned a warm path down his throat. Maneuvering himself over the balcony’s ledge he sat precariously over the edge, legs dangling four stories over the gleaming pool below. A deprecating smile tugged at his lips and Nicholas knew his demons were not far. He could hear the menacing gait of their hooved feet making a steady trek to the forefront of his mind, carrying with them memories he would sooner forget. Shit, he was feeling maudlin. Why? He hadn’t the slightest idea. Only that the memories refused to be quelled, refused to be inundated by the liquor as per usual. The sudden image of his father fleeted across his vision and Nicholas gave a humorless laugh. Well wasn’t that just a kick in the teeth? Even at his lowest he continued to be haunted by the immoral bastard. Charles Grayson, CEO and founder of one of the nation’s largest real estate firm was the devil incarnate and Nicholas could attest to that. He’d been ten years old when the first lesson had been imparted. There’d been an incident in school involving him and another student. Nicholas couldn’t remember exactly what it was he’d done, but he remembered he’d been mean and had been fittingly reprimanded for it by his teacher. Charles had somehow gotten word of it and swiftly rectified the situation. The teacher was terminated, credentials ruined and she’d been unable to find work in the state again. This action was quite extreme and cruel for something so little, but then Charles had never been the sentimental sort. He was a ruthless man whose underhanded business tactics had gained him his empire. Therefore when it came to his son, Charles was merciless. He’d taken the ‘spare the rod, spoil the child’ ideology quite seriously and the scars of those lessons were now imprinted on Nicholas’s soul. Nicholas took another swig from the bottle while raking a hand through his long hair. He was agitated and dear old Jack wasn’t doing it for him tonight. Needing a distraction that was something quite possibly stronger, he headed back to his bedroom and finished off the last of the amber liquid before tossing it aside. He needed out and having just the place, he threw on some clothes and hastened out the bedroom. Somewhere in the vast cavernous mansion a clock tolled midnight but there would be no one to stop him from trekking out the front door. No parental guidance. He found his sport bike in the driveway and jumped on the leather seat. Nicholas revved the engine and gunned down the silent streets.
About the Author--
Francette lives in Massachusetts with her amazingly supportive husband of ten years and her darling two year old son. Reading amazing books has led her to writing and she’s dabbled in fan-fiction before self-publishing her own works. She’s constantly thinking up new stories to write and does her best work when music is playing in the background. Romance is where she’s most comfortable but she hopes to one day venture in mystery novels. She has a weakness for coffee ice cream, tropical fruits and a good glass of wine.