BETTING
ON HIM
Author:
Kelly Collins
Series:
Wilde Love #1
Release
Date: October 15, 2018
About the book
He’s a gangster going straight. She’s a
waitress going bankrupt. Will their gamble on a marriage of convenience pay off
in true love?
Alex Wilde
desperately wants to be free of the family’s mob business. But when his infamous
father is murdered, the family attorney makes a suggestion he can’t ignore:
find a bride before the funeral or they'll force a wedding with a nice Russian gangster
girl. When he meets a feisty cocktail waitress, he thinks he’s found his way out.
Faye Tandy
is desperately in debt and hard-pressed to find help. Alex’s offer of a phony marriage
for a ton of cash couldn’t come at a better time and she’s happy to help him exit
the criminal world. The fact that he’s tall, dark, and handsome is an
attractive bonus. But when she discovers the Russians have a contract out on
her head, she wonders if divorced and bankrupt would be a better choice than
rich and dead...
As Faye’s
fake feelings for Alex turn real, she’s terrified her trip to the altar might
be her last. Will Alex and Faye’s throw of the dice succeed or will they lose
the lawless game of love?
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Our Review:
How Interesting?!? Betting on Him is such an interesting
take on a mafia novel. This book is a stand-alone book, but does seem to be
book one in a series. This book has everything I like in a story. There is
romance, drama, action, and heat. It is exactly what I needed.
The plot of this book was refreshing. This book is about the
mafia, but the author took it a different direction. I liked that is was
unique. It didn’t follow the same clichés that most books do. I really liked
the characters and the story line. There were also some surprise twists thrown
in.
The characters in this book were written well. I really
liked Faye. She was a little spitfire that also knew when she needed to take a
risk. I really liked how she stuck up for herself and what she wanted. Then you
have Alex. He was such an interesting character. I liked how loyal he was to
his family. He did everything he could to make sure they were okay. He is an alpha
male with a big heart.
The heat in this book is what I expect from a mafia novel.
It is dirty and hot with a side of sweetness when needed. I really liked that
these two characters had instant chemistry. They were each attracted to each
other from the beginning. This lead to some hot scenes between these two. Add
in the feelings that came later, and you had the perfect recipe for some great
heat.
The writing style of this book is good. I really liked how
the author wrote this particular mafia The pace of the book was steady. The
story was told a dual point of view. I liked the characters. Especially the
minor characters that I can see will get their own story. My only complaint is
that I felt some of the set up in the beginning of the story was glossed over as
the story continued. I would have liked to see a little more loose ends tied
together.
Overall, this was a great book. I really liked the plot and
characters. The author did a great job creating a world I want to learn more
about. I cannot wait to read the next book in this series. I would recommend
this book to others.
Ratings:
Plot: 5/5
Characters: 5/5
Heat: 5/5
Writing Style: 4/5
Overall: 4/5
About
the author
International bestselling author of more than
thirty novels, Kelly Collins writes with the intention of keeping the love
alive. Always a romantic, she blends real-life events with her vivid
imagination to create characters and stories that lovers of contemporary
romance, new adult, and romantic suspense will return to again and again.
Kelly lives in Colorado at the base of the Rocky
Mountains with her husband of twenty-eight years, their two dogs, and a bird
that hates her. She has three amazing children, whom she loves to pieces.
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EXCERPT
“Is there anything else I can get you ladies right
now?”
“A stripper,” said the tall blonde in the
corner. I knew she was tall because even seated, her head was six inches above
everyone else.
“There are a lot of all male reviews on the
strip,” I offered the women sitting around the half-moon booth. They were all
pretty in a silicone, filler kind of way. I wondered how many days they’d gone
without food to prepare for this outing. “The Rio has Chippendales, and there’s
the Magic Mike Live show.”
One woman’s eyes focused past me. “I’ll take
him, on this table, in nothing but a G-string.”
I turned around to see the most magnificent
specimen of male sexuality. He’d be my type if I hadn’t sworn off men. I’d
reconsider my position if I had a chance with someone like him. Not that I
played for the other team. I’d leave that pool of eligibles for my roommate,
Trish.
She wasn’t particular about gender; she was
particular about orgasms. She liked them with regularity and preferred a
variety of flavors, shapes, sizes, and colors. One thing about Trish was, she
was never lonely or left unsatisfied. Of that, I was envious.
I tossed the extra napkins from my tray onto the
table to catch their drool. “Can’t help you there, but I can help him.” I
turned and walked toward Mr. Tall, Dark and Desirable. He seemed to debate
between the corner booth opposite Cinderella and her seven stepsisters and a
table in the center of the room.
He looked at his watch and frowned before he
decided on the booth in the far corner.
“Hello,” I called out as he took a seat. His
eyes flashed to me. They were nothing short of stunning. Most people would say
they were brown, but I had a thing for eyes the color of a good scotch, and his
were a Glenfiddich 18. “Can I get you something?” I leaned over the table,
letting the fringe of my dress skate across the gray granite surface.
His eyes narrowed as he looked around the room.
“I’m waiting for a man.”
The good ones were taken. “Figures.” I looked
over my shoulder. “So are they. Well, at least seven of them. The one in the
center is walking down the aisle of doom in a few days.”
He let out a low, rumbling laugh. “Not a fan of
marriage?”
I shrugged. “I can’t say. I’ve never been
married, but with a fifty percent failure rate, it doesn’t sound like a smart
bet. Until marriage can deliver a good return on investment and quality
benefits, I’m not applying for the job.”
The truth was, I’d seen enough men and bad
marriages to last me a lifetime. Mom was on number seven. Gail Tandy was much
like my roommate, Trish. She liked variety, but she was old-fashioned and
practical. She marched each of her husbands to the one-hour chapel to make it
legal, but she never changed her last name. No sense in changing it to
something not likely to last.
I’d been to every one of those seven weddings,
and not one of them was to my father. He was the one who got away, or rather
ran away and stayed away. Michael Holt didn’t have time for wives or children.
He couldn’t marry a woman when he was married to his job. Though my father’s
last name was Holt, I was legally a Tandy.
“Anything to drink while you’re waiting for Mr.
Right?”
His head went on full tilt. “I’m not waiting for
Mr. Right. I’m waiting for my attorney. We’re meeting here.” He glanced at his
watch, then back at me.
A blush of embarrassment heated my cheeks. I’d
never been good at reading people or situations. Always a day late and a dollar
short. It’s why I wore a flapper costume and peddled watered down drinks in a
speakeasy bar.
Over my shoulder, the bridal party stared this
way. “The tall one in the corner said she’d like to meet you.”
“Did she?” He raised a brow of interest and
peeked around me. He shook his head. “No, thanks. Not my type.”
Something about that made me smile. “What’s your
type?” I knew most men had one, but I wondered what his type would be like.
Tall? Rail thin? Cheap to feed?
He licked his lips and grinned a
Hollywood-worthy smile. “They have to be female.” He looked at the group once
more. “I don’t do high maintenance. I don’t do forever. I don’t do soon-to-be
brides. My women are here tonight and gone tomorrow.”
Figures. Then again, I couldn’t fault him.
Relationships were easier if the expectations were low or nonexistent. At least
with a man like him, a girl knew what she was getting—most likely a night to
remember. That was something I hadn’t experienced in a long time, but it was on
my to-do list just after a hundred more imperative things, like paying rent.
“It’s important to know what you like. Anything
to drink while you’re waiting on your man?” I gave him a sly smile and a wink.
“How about a coffee?”
“I’ll make you a fresh pot. If you’re waiting
for an attorney, do you want a shot of something added? Attorneys are worse
than husbands and wives. Or so I hear.”
He looked at my name tag. “I like you, Faye.
You’re funny.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and set it on the table.
“No whiskey. Just coffee.”
“Suit yourself.” A shrug lifted my shoulders.
“You got a name?”
He looked down at his chest like his name was
written there. “My name is Alessio, but everyone calls me Alex.”
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