Series: Blackstone Dynasty #1
Published by Raine Miller on November 15, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Billionaire Caleb Blackstone lives in the glamorous world of wealth and success, with every material luxury. But the moment he sees Brooke Casterley, none of that matters. Caleb is filled with a raw, undeniable need that he can’t ignore…for a girl who is so completely different from everything and everyone he’s ever known.
Only Brooke isn’t looking for love. She knows all too well just how much damage the wrong guy can do. Still, what sane, broke British girl can resist the charms of an incredibly sexy, chivalrous billionaire? What starts as flirtation quickly turns into all-consuming passion. Nothing could have prepared her for the searing heat of Caleb’s touch—or just how much she craves him.
Their whirlwind romance is the stuff of high-society fantasy—but for every moment of pleasure, there is a cost. Past mistakes and tragedy shadow them both…and falling for him might be the kind of trouble she can’t afford.
It has been a while since I have read my last book by Raine Miller, and after having read Filthy Rich I’m not sure why I haven’t picked up one of her books sooner. Filthy Rich is the first book in ‘the Blackstone Dynasty series’, and it has lived up to my expectations; great characters, solid storyline and a promise for future books.
“I didn’t yet know what was missing from my life. Until her. And then, when I realized exactly who she was, and how fate had gotten the last laugh on me, it was already far too late. She’d bewitched me utterly.”
Caleb is a young, successful businessman. After the death of his beloved father he has taken over the family company, and is always working and traveling. As a wealthy, handsome man Caleb has no problem with finding women to spend some time with, but he knows he wants something more. He wants the real love his father spoke to him about on his deathbed, the one woman for him. The moment Caleb sees Brooke, he immediately understands what his father was talking about; she’s the one.
“It’s too late to change back to the time before I met you, Brooke, because I know what you make me feel, and it’s different.” “And what is it I’m making you feel?” My heart was surely going to split apart any second and then I wouldn’t have to worry about finishing this conversation with him. It could just be over. “Love.”
Brooke is a young woman with a heartbreaking past. After the death of her parents she was shipped off to America at the age of 15, to live with her grandmother. She loves her Nan, but the sudden death of her parents was more than she could handle. When Brooke meets an attractive man while in college, she suddenly finds herself in the web of a manipulative, coldhearted monster, and only can escape him after yet another tragedy. Nowadays Brooke works in Boston, and lives on Blackstone Island with her Nan. She has her life finally back on track, and isn’t ready to get involved with the opposite sex yet. But Caleb is persistent, she just can’t refuse him.
“Why did he want to be in my world? What man would sign up for the train wreck that was surely going to be life with me? Unless … he’d meant it. I’d never known that sort of love. Never known unconditional, fearless love. Apart from Nan. But from a man? Was it really possible?”
When Caleb sees Brooke, to his surprise he feels different right away. He senses she has been hurt badly, so although he’s very clear about what he wants, he also is cautious with Brooke. Caleb’s inner Alpha would love to conquer Brooke within a heartbeat, but luckily he listens to his instinctive feeling about her; he must be careful with her. Brooke feels she isn’t ready for anything close to a romantic relationship yet, but Caleb is a sweet, overwhelming presence that can’t be ignored. I love Caleb and Brooke together, they are sweet, sexy and just belong together.
As already said, Filthy Rich is the first book in Raine Miller’s new series. As always there’s a very likeable main couple with great chemistry and lots of feelings. Caleb is the kind of Alpha man I like; he knows what he wants, he goes after what he wants, but he doesn’t push the object of his affection into a relationship. Normally the insta-love in romantic stories is a bit farfetched, but in the case of Caleb and Brooke I didn’t mind it at all; it is done well. Since Caleb has two brothers and two sisters, some small hints are given for the future Blackstone Dynasty books, I can’t wait to read them. The expert for Filthy Lies sounds oh so promising..
“I love him—every beautiful, generous, thoughtful part of him. And it was so easy to do so, as if he’d been made for me. I was now seeing it must be the same for him. He loves me completely. It hadn’t made sense to me before, but loving him had opened my eyes to the startling fact. Love simply was.”
I love Caleb and Brooke, and their road to a Happily Ever After. I give Filthy Rich 4.5 stars.
I would give this thing two drinks max before I was outie.
Nodding and saying the right things, I shook hands with the colleagues who’d known my father and accepted condolences from others. I made a mental note of the people who’d made the effort to mention his name to me, and I would write them down with the event and date as soon as I got home.
I’d worked my way through the room, as I had been taught by my dad—by the best to ever work a roomful of potential deals—when I decided I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do tonight. It was time for me to go. After setting my glass down on an empty table, I started for the door . . . until I saw her.
Just like that. She appeared in my line of sight and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
The beautiful girl from this morning at the Starbucks on Hereford Street.
I knew it was her because how could anyone forget those sexy boots? Her blonde hair wasn’t down like it had been this morning, though. She’d pulled it back into a sleek ponytail . . . but she was serving at this event? I’d seen her go into that design studio next to Starbucks. She probably had two jobs. Industrious . . . beautiful . . . sexy.
I quickly returned for my half-empty glass and snatched it up from the table. I suddenly felt like an appetizer or two.
She saw me approaching and moved closer with her tray. “What are these called?” I asked without sparing her tray a second glance. Bad move on my part, but I was too busy taking in her golden eyes and hair, and everything else I could now see up close. Perfect skin, dark lashes that framed spectacular eyes, and a scar along the hairline of the right side of her face. Something had hurt her at some point in the past, and I found it utterly insane that I was disturbed by it.
She rolled her pink lips together as if she was trying to suppress laughter. “Well, they’ve told me it’s something called a . . . meatball. Very unusual gourmet creation. You should try one. They’re said to be quite delicious.”
That voice of hers was . . . fucking beautiful.
“Okay.” I picked up a meatball and popped it in my mouth. Didn’t taste a thing. I could have been chewing slaughterhouse by-products and I wouldn’t have known. My brain had shut off everything except her beautiful voice.
“You are either messing with me or that blow to your head must have been devastating. I would wager you’ve had a meatball before.”
She lost her smile. “You are messing with me?”
“No, I am devastating—I mean devastated—by the blow to my head.” What in the mother fuck was I even saying to this girl? I sounded like Rain Man minus the IQ. I needed to stop talking.
“I’m sorry to hear that. It looks painful.”
“It doesn’t hurt me now.” I think I smiled and shook my head but couldn’t be sure. Just call me the village idiot because I knew I was acting like one. I did love the sound of her voice, though.
“Another rare and precious meatball?” She offered her tray and studied me this time. She had to be disgusted by my appearance and turned off by my behavior, but she didn’t show it if she was.
“Yes, please.” I took another meatball but I didn’t eat it. “You are British.”
“You are American,” she said with a fast wink, before turning away to serve other guests.
I watched her walk away from me and felt the pounding of my heart vibrating throughout my entire body.
Something had just happened to me.
I wasn’t completely sure what exactly, but I was crystal clear on the reason.