Blog Tour + Review + Excerpt | The Obsession (Filthy Rich Americans Trilogy #2) by Nikki Sloane --&g
“It was win at all costs, and the cost had been me.”
The Obsession, the next installment in the scorching hot Filthy Rich Americans trilogy by USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane is LIVE!
TITLE: The Obsession
SERIES: Filthy Rich Americans #2 AUTHOR: Nikki Sloane
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: May 28th, 2019
The Hale family is obsessed with status, power, and control. No problem is too big their money can’t solve.
Royce Hale manipulated me into giving him everything. My virginity. My hand in marriage. My heart.
And as soon as he got what he wanted, he callously sold me off for a cool ten million.
In the boardroom and the twisted game his family plays, he says the only rule is to win at all costs.
Yesterday I learned a painful lesson not to trust the prince of Cape Hill. Today I’ll destroy his carefully laid plans and show him just how badly he’s already lost.
All the money in the world won’t be able to stop me.
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⭐️ 5+ "Minotaur" Stars ⭐️
The Filthy Rich Americans Trilogy continues in force with The Obsession! This book had me hooked from the beginning and is so fittingly named, because that’s exactly the effect it had on me: I was entirely gripped by this scandalous story of manipulation, fixation, cunning tricks and all-consuming desire! Nikki Sloane sincerely entranced me with this intricate story composed of multiple startling twists and a group of protagonists fighting to get on top!
"Today, he wasn't Hades, the king of the underworld - he was Ares. God of war. I wasn't going to win against him right now, not under his brutal kiss, but at least the surrender was sweet."
Marist proved in the first book that she’s ready to sell her soul to save the ones she loves and it’s still true in this sequel. With Macalister only scheming with new tactics, she’s manipulated by a true master. She doesn’t bow easily and demonstrate signs of rebellion, but the controlling man is always one step ahead! Her heart, body and mind are constantly at war! The despair exuding from her actions is poignant and had me teary-eyed.
As much as I wanted to hate Macalister and his new shameless fascination with Marist with all the games he plays to get between her and Royce, I still felt drawn by the enigmatic man. He’s multi-faceted and I can’t wait to explore more of this anti-hero.
Royce wants to play the hero and save Marist’s fate, but he keeps her in the dark about his intentions. His secretive actions only create new doubts inside her. As much as I felt he truly cares and even loves her, he needs to open up more and trust Marist for their relationship to flourish. Their moments together are charged with hurt, anguish, hunger and beauty! This couple’s relationship is tensed, but their feelings are so apparent! The burning passion hiding under the undeniable attraction is captivating. I treasured their chemistry and felt the turmoil brought by the calculating Macalister! As it was the case with book one, the sexy scenes are truly hypnotizing, wickedly hot and conflicting with all the mind games. I just couldn’t get enough!
"You're not the first girl to fall in love with me, Marist. But you're going to be the last."
The Obsession is hands down one of my favorite read of the year. The plot is alluring, the fervent encounters are delicious and managed to keep me completely transfixed with this story. That ending nearly killed me! Seriously, I don’t know how I’ll be able to wait for the final installment! So in resume there’s one thing you need to know about The Obsession: read it now!!!
** ARC received in exchange for an honest review **
Royce wasn’t amused. “What are you doing?”
I’d run my palms up his spread thighs until I found what I wanted. He made a half-hearted attempt to push my hands away, but I was persistent, and he began to grow hard under my touch.
He both did and didn’t want me to keep going. “I thought that wasn’t allowed.”
I stroked the bulge thickening down one leg of his suit pants. “Technically, I only agreed not to while we’re at the house.”
When I reached for his belt, his grip on my wrist was more serious. “My door’s not locked.”
“But it’s closed.” There was office etiquette—a closed door was treated as a locked one. Plus, Royce was a Hale and sat on the board of directors. “Only someone with career suicide would walk in here.”
I undid his belt buckle with one hand while cupping him with the other, and a nearly inaudible groan came from him. God, it was hot. He stared at me with his beautifully conflicted eyes, silently pleading for me to stop but also to hurry up already and get his zipper down. My unpracticed hands shook, but it was mostly with excitement.
Outside the office window, sunlight bounced off the brownish-blue bay far below. He had Boston and his fiancée at his feet, and his fingers curled tight around his throne as I pulled him free from his pants.
A big part of me was thrilled with this plan, no matter how risky it was. Macalister’s constant supervision and inappropriateness had left me feeling weak and powerless. I needed to take some control back. I’d push the rules just as I pushed Royce now.
“There you go, Medusa,” he muttered. He tipped his head toward his lap and his rock-hard erection. “Turning me into stone again.”
A half-laugh bubbled from my chest, but then I closed my hands around him and stroked downward. Last time I’d done this, he’d told me to do it like I meant it, and so I did now. I slid my firm grip up and down, wringing another moan from him.
This was his purest self. The only time I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he was being true. His body wouldn’t let him lie.
He was breathing hard, and his maroon tie rode his heaving chest like it weighed fifty pounds. It was undeniable how we looked. The prince being serviced by one of his subjects. His heavy cock throbbed in my hands, and I relished the way it felt. So soft and yet hard.
“Oh, fuck,” he said appreciatively, but then he glanced at his watch and torment twisted his face. “Fuck.”
Rather than pick up the pace, I slowed my tempo.
“You’re making me late.”
An evil smile bloomed on my face. “Then go. I’m not making you stay.”
“Oh, you aren’t, huh?” He gripped my hands and urged me to pump on him faster, both with his action and his furious eyes. “Harder,” he barked, “and faster. Finish what you started.”
“I’ll do it how I want, thank you very much.”
THE FILTHY RICH AMERICANS SERIES
Book #1
The Initiation
NIKKI SLOANE
USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there.
Now she lives in Kentucky, is married and has two sons. She is a three-time Romance Writers of America RITA© Finalist, a Passionate Plume winner, a HOLT Medallion finalist, and couldn't be any happier that people enjoy reading her sexy words.
