Brett King, Billionaire.
Yeah, that’s me. Once, I had everything: power, looks, fame, an obscene amount of money, a trophy wife, and a beautiful little boy. Then, in a blink of an eye my enviable life was taken away.
I was left with nothing except my dirty money and my heart of stone.
I looked in the mirror and could not recognize myself. God had a sense of humor. I was ugly inside and now I was ugly outside too. It was divine justice.
I retreated to my castle in Wales and allowed no one to come face to face with me. My staff carried out my instructions and asked no questions. The only thing left to me was to acquire more money that I would never spend.
The months passed and I grew accustomed to my isolation. As I roamed about alone I even began to appreciate the darkness of my life. I lost interest in the world outside the thick walls of my castle. Nothing held any interest for me anymore.
Until she came. Charlotte Conrad, the nanny.
At the end of every evening we communicated through the intercom system. She kept me informed about the progress she was making with my son, Zachary.
I was just an employer listening to his employee, but slowly, insidiously, I began to imagine her young body; soft and sensuous against mine.
I wanted to take her. I wanted to hear her talk dirty to me.
I wanted her to unleash the wild, unrestrained animal that was lurking inside me.
I was becoming addicted…
I wanted to like the story because the premise was good: a scarred man and the woman who loves him.
He is still married! Yeah, I took a heart away because he is still married when they start sleeping together. I know that author tries to set the stage and justify their actions because his first wife is sleeping around on him. Seriously, she was an awful human being. He is going to get a divorce, but two wrongs do not make a right.
I cannot understand why Brett kept funding his first wife’s escapades. It was obvious she was not a good mother. She was drunk all the time and partied all night. He said it was out of some supposed sense of duty to his deceased mentor, but I did not see it.
If he could work, surely he could figure out how to spend time with his son. It seemed that he was over complicating matters. Obviously, his voice was like butter. He could have spoken to his son through the intercom and had a relationship with him that way. Instead, he did not have any contact with him besides what information the derelict mother deemed necessary to relay.
I liked other books by this author, but this one misses the mark a several levels.
TOW Final Word: Buy, Borrow, Pass?
BORROW if you like nanny-dad romances.
Heat Level: 🔥 🔥
Print Length: 300 pages
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