“Blaise is the perfect rich prick to fall in love with! One
of my fav reads in 2020!”
- Ilsa Madden-Mills, Wall Street Journal Bestselling author
Rich Prick, an all-new not-to-be-missed, opposites-attract
standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Tijan, is available
now!
He walked into school on his first day and owned
it.
I guess that’s what happens when you’re a prick, rich, and
you’re best friends with the ruling school’s king.
Also didn’t hurt he’s drop dead gorgeous.
That’s all fine.
I mean, I have nothing to do with them.
I’m a loner, invisible, and that’s how I wanted it to
be.
I was even proud of it, until I wasn’t.
Until I saw a girl kneel before him.
Until I couldn’t look away.
Until he caught me watching.
His name is Blaise Devroe. My name is Aspen Monson.
He only knew how to get, command, and demand
attention.
I knew how to do everything but that.
And this is our story.
Jennifer's Review
Another home run! Rich Prick is everything I love in a high school romance. There are lies and drama along with steam and trust. This book is no exception. This book can be read as a standalone, but does feature characters from other books.
I really liked the plot of the story. The H is a jerk, but for good reason. I think he is special because he's not going out of his way to be a jerk. It's just part of who he is. Enter h. She is living in her own world. She doesn't care about the politics of school. When these two meet, sparks fly.
I loved this story. I devoured it in one sitting. It makes me want Nates book even more now. It also made me go back and reread some books before.
Ratings;
Plot: 5/5
Characters: 5/5
Heat: 5/5
Writing Style: 5/5
Overall: 5/5
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Excerpt:
I’d done my research. Zeke
Allen’s cabin was set a good ten miles away from the nearest neighbors. I
should’ve been in the clear to sneak onto their land, do a little freestyle
camping, and listen to the party sounds like the loser I was. But noooo. I was
about to get company.
As I snuck out of my tent, and realized who it was, I almost
crapped my pants.
It was Blaise DeVroe, holding hands with Mara Daniels.
As popular girls went, Mara Daniels was one of the nicer
ones. She was on the dance team. Dark hair. Shorter, but athletic. The problem
with Mara was that she was friends with the other popular girls. Some of them
were nasty—hence the reason I wasn’t friends with them. Not that they’d tried
to get to know me. Not that I even registered on their radar. But then again,
that’s what I did.
I didn’t engage. I didn’t attend. I was on the edge. I was
the invisible girl, and here I was, being the invisible girl once more, but
man…
When I saw it was him, and then saw how his hand went from
holding hers and guiding her to a tree to slipping around and grabbing her ass,
something came over me. I couldn’t retreat back to my tent. I couldn’t even
stay hidden behind a tree and just listen.
I know, I know. This was all sorts of wrong, but Blaise was
Blaise.
He’d become the guy in my dreams, my weird schoolgirl
fantasies. He was my high school crush. Everyone had one. If you didn’t, you’re
even weirder than me, and that’s saying something. So when I started salivating
over Blaise DeVroe, I kinda just let myself go. I mean, nothing was ever going
to happen. Guys like him didn’t date girls like me. They didn’t even notice
girls like me.
I wasn’t crazy. That’d make me all sorts of
delusional.
I was a realist. I knew my place in life’s hierarchy. I was
at the bottom. I was not the very bottom—because of my family—but socially, I
was barely one rung up the ladder.
Anyway, when Blaise started kissing Mara, when Mara knelt in
front of him, when she opened his pants—I lost all train of thought.
And, oh my God.
My whole body was awash with sensations, and I was
captivated. Captivated! Entranced. Mesmerized.
I could not look away.
Then I felt throbbing and a warm feeling between my legs,
and it was game over. It was all I could do not to make a sound, because I
wanted to. So bad. I wanted to moan. I wanted to touch myself, but I didn’t. I
kept myself reined in, but watch? Oh yeah. I watched.
I couldn’t not watch.
I watched the whole thing.
I loved the whole thing.
And then at the end of it, I almost died.
About Tijan
Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes
suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and
gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing
later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She’s written
multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series,
and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing a new
YA series along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a
man she couldn’t be without and an English Cocker she adores.
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