Thursday, May 28, 2015

The Master by Kresley Cole


The Game Maker #2

Cat Marin is in hiding from her husband Edward, who turned out to be a con man and a murderer.  He is after her. She thought she saw him in Miami where she is living. She needs to get out but she does not have enough money. A woman that she cleans house for is an "escort" but Ivanna just got botoxed and had a bad reaction to it. She convinces Cat to take her place.  It's just for one night.

Cat meets Maksimilian Sevastyan. They hit it off even though she is not what he ordered. There was something about her. They have out of this world sex and she leaves.  He is jonesing for her and gets her to meet him again and ends up staying for two weeks - he kidnaps her!

He wants to know everything about her and she tells him vague things. She never lies but he doesn't believe her truths.  What will happen when he finds out her biggest secret?

I loved this book and read it in a few hours. I loved Cat and Maxim!! She is so sassy. I loved how she didn't act the way he expected. But I wanted to smack him in the head when he treated her badly for being an escort.

From the author:

EVERYONE FEARS THE MASTER . . .

Rich, irresistible politician/Mafiya boss Maksimilian Sevastyan prefers tall, obedient blondes to fulfill his…complicated desires. That is, until the icy Russian encounters a disobedient brunette whose exquisite little body threatens his legendary restraint.

EXCEPT HER.

Catarina Marín was a well-off young wife until her world fell apart. Now she’s hiding out, forced to start working as an escort in Miami. Her very first client is beyond gorgeous, but when he tells her what he plans to do to her, Cat almost walks out of the door.

IF PLEASURE IS A GAME, PLAY TO WIN

After their mind-blowing encounter burns out of control, the lovers crave more. If they escape the deadly threats surrounding them, can Maksim overcome his past–to offer Cat his future? Only then will she tempt him with what he really wants: her, all tied up with a bow. 

Excerpt:
Mi madre must be turning over in her grave right now.

As I rode the elevator to the penthouse of the ritzy Seltane Hotel—it’d taken two staffers to key me up to the fortieth floor— I chewed on a fingernail.

Was I really about to let some strange man have sex with me? For money? The elevator arrived too quickly, forcing me onto a private landing with its own lobby and an elegant sitting area. An open newspaper lay on a coffee table, as if someone had recently left.

The entry—a pair of ornate mahogany doors—was just beyond, looming. Could I bring myself to ring the bell?

Apparently, this penthouse was one of the largest (more than ten thousand square feet) and the most expensive (thirty-two grand—a night) in Miami. Who in their right mind would spend that much money on a hotel? Clearly my first client was loco.

Other than that, I didn’t know much about him. He was a Russian businessman, here in Miami for a week. He’d been not only vetted but vouched for by sister escort agencies all over the world. In other words, he was a hobbyist, a routine user of escorts.

Tempted to bolt, I pulled out my phone to call my hookup, Ivanna. She was a Ukrainian immigrant and high-class escort, making bank; I was her cleaning lady. She thought my current employment was a waste of my “spectacular figure and fresh-faced beauty.” Yeah, yeah.

When she answered, I said, “I don’t think I can do this.” I began to pace the lobby, my stilettos silent on the plush beige rug.

“Of course you can. You don’t understand how badly I wish I could be there. If this man is renting the penthouse for a week, imagine how rich he is!”

The Russian had booked Ivanna, but she’d had a reaction to Botox (she was only thirty!). She’d thought she’d be okay by tonight, so she hadn’t called to cancel. A big no-no for escorts.

“If my eyes weren’t swollen shut . . .”

“Ivanna, I’m not at this point yet.” I’d been vacillating like crazy. Though I’d prepared to take a couple of dates—getting an exam and a waxing—I’d always suspected I’d balk. “I’m not here,” I insisted. But wasn’t I? Yesterday I could’ve sworn I’d seen Edward.

In Miami. I’d been riding the bus home from a cleaning gig when I’d seen a tall, lanky blond stepping out of a bodega, striding toward a Porsche. The last time I’d seen him had been in the glare of headlights, his green eyes stark against his blood-coated face.

If he was here, then I needed to flee to a new city as soon as possible.

Read more here.

Pages: 347
Published: 2015

1 comment:

Lexxie Lin said...

I agree, this story was very well done, and even happening in a universe that is very different from mine, I loved the characters!

Lexxie @ (un)Conventional Bookviews