Elizabeth DeVille doesn’t belong at a party like this—one where the gowns cost more than her Camry and cigars run higher than her grad school utility bills. Dragged out of seclusion by her best friend Suri, Elizabeth is merely playing dress-up, rubbing elbows with a crowd that banished her troubled family years ago.
Hunter West is tired. Tired of parties, tired of pretending, and tired of trying to right a wrong that haunts him every day. Bourbon heir and professional poker player by day, by night Hunter is gambling with his life in a high-stakes game of crime and blackmail.
When Elizabeth stumbles into Hunter’s den of vices, she’s a light in the darkness, a flame in the void. And, just like everything he touches, Hunter mars her in a record time. To rectify the damage done, Elizabeth needs money she doesn’t have, and she’s come up with a foolproof way to get it.
Follow Elizabeth—code-named Scarlett—to the lush Nevada brothel where she’ll auction her virginity and risk the only thing that’s not for sale: her heart. The highest bidder is a familiar face, with wicked hands and the devil’s mouth. And a secret so dark that it could cost her life.
***RECOMMENDED FOR READERS 17+ DUE TO SEXUALITY AND MATURE LANGUAGE.***
Rating 3 out of 5
Selling Scarlett was an okay book for me. I mostly enjoyed it while reading it, but it just had too much of some things and not enough of other things. The first 30% or so was a little all over the place and had so much to take in. Then the book picks up, but there was not enough of Hunter and Elizabeth for me to feel connected to them as my Hero and heroine. I liked Elizabeth as a character. She was loyal and smart and had a cute sense of humor, but the 23 year old virgin thing has been done to death. I have a hard time believing that a girl who has hung onto V-card for so long while pining over a guy since she was a teenager would be okay with selling it off to the highest bidder. Admirable to do it for a friend in desperate need, but really?
Hunter was a stereotypical Hero. He’s been jaded by too much money and privilege and has been drowning himself in booze and whores for so long that even he was tired of himself. He makes some poor decisions that would have been deal breakers for me. And he blew so hot and cold with Elizabeth that wasn’t really buying into the love part of the story.
Ugh. The story. There were just too many elements and characters to keep track of. I read romance for the romance. Yes, I want a storyline with depth and heat, but Selling Scarlett was just lacking that spark for me. You know, that feeling of “oh my God, I have to keep reading and see how this turns out”. Instead, I kept reading just to get to the end. I needed to know that Elizabeth wasn’t going to die a virgin and that Hunter didn’t have anything to do with all of the nefarious other plots and intrigues. I wanted more romance with my intrigue and less of the clichés that we find in so many other novels.
Ella James can write. No doubt. But I just wasn’t feeling it for this book. I will still read other works by Ella James, but I will do so with different expectations.
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