Monday, December 8, 2014

Blog Tour Review and Giveaway for Easy Virtue by Mia Asher

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Love is selfish...

My name is Blaire.
I'm the bad girl.
The other woman.
The one who never gets the guy in the end.

I'm the gold digger.
The bitch.
The one no one roots for.
The one you love to hate.

I hate myself too...

Everyone has a story. Are you ready for mine?  

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21536151-easy-virtue




This Book is Rated W for Well Done
4.5 STARS out of 5
Genre: Adult Romance-Erotica


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If you’ve read Mis Asher’s debut novel Arsen then you are aware that she is a sharp shooter. She is not afraid to royally piss you off and then hit you where it hurts…STRAIGHT THROUGH THE DAMN HEART.

Blaire White is a gold digger. She literally makes a living by living off the money provided to her from the rich men she dates. It’s a lifestyle that seemingly comes easy to her. Giving up her goods for a price with her... easy virtue .

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The Characters

Meet Blaire

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One indelible truth
Blaire has never truly experienced love. She believes that if love comes it’s not without pain. Being a child greeted with rejection everyday at home with her parents and at school by her classmates, she quickly learned in her teens to take care of herself. Once known to her peers as the chubby kid, she eventually grows into a shapely young woman with curves that can utterly make a grown man stop in his tracks to take her in. One man does stop in his tracks…he wants a taste of the youthful Blaire.

No doubt about it, taking care of herself lead to Blaire having sex at a young age. Blaire is described to be a very beautiful girl with a body made for sinning. She picks up on this knowledge in her teens…that using her body to get what she wants has it’s…perks. Her first sexual partner being a man of means he in turn provides lavish gifts to Blaire. In doing this it sets a tone for her, one that carries in to her adulthood, labeling herself as a gold digger. Blaire become a predator on the hunt for wealthy men.

Meet Ronan

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I want to mark you
When I started Easy Virtue for about the first 5% I kept wondering ‘hmmm where is this story taking me exactly’ and then I met Ronan. *Le sigh* Ronan’s character kind of comes out of nowhere yet I ate him up and found myself eagerly wanting more and more of him. To the average woman Ronan is the ideal male, thoughtful, sexy and GREAT in bed. But to Blaire he is far from her requirement which pretty much entails him having a HUGE bank account.

I think the way readers meet Ronan is adorable. I also think the way he is further introduced in to the story was brilliant because in a small amount of time we get an idea of who he is…about what matters to him in life. Yeah, I was really feeling this guy.

Annnnd then we have this guy.

Meet Lawrence

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I’m an interested buyer
Lawrence meets Blaire’s requirements and then some. Not only is the guy filthy rich, he’s gorgeous and according to Blaire he f*cks as good as he looks. Her words not mine. Lawrence makes it very clear what he wants from Blaire and that he has no issues with paying her what she desires. Seeing dollar signs Blaire knows that Lawrence can deliver exactly what he says.

Lawrence is the opposite of Ronan in almost every way. Where Ronan’s character appears to be an open book as we get to know him; Lawrence seems to hold secrets. Not sure how I feel about this. Nevertheless a few things about his character have piqued my interest. I became curious to see how things will progress with his character just as much as I am eager to see the same with Ronan.

This was a quick read and once I started I could not stop. I started at night read til about 20% went to bed woke up early and finished the book in one sitting. The story is told mostly from Blaire's pov there is however a very small and surprising switch briefly in the story.

I'd also liked to note that while this book plays a fine line with being a 'possible' love triangle, I honestly felt no such thing in my mind there was one clear guy for Blaire. BUT I could be wrong…I really hope I'm not though. Unfortunately, I know for sure that Mia Asher has no problem with breaking my heart in her plot lines.

My Thoughts
I really dig Mia Asher’s writing style. In this book she does something not many authors can do very well. She completely ensnares you with her characters. So whether they’re good or bad…lovable or not so lovable you cannot help but hang on to every move they make. She takes her time, lays out a character introduction and then she builds. Somehow her introductions provide a small layer or base I should say for each character. It was like giving a piece of whom they are to us readers, I liked that.

The story of these three (Blaire-Ronan-Lawrence) intrigues me. I am eager for more. I recommend this book to readers who are not afraid to take journey’s with characters. To those unafraid of a book possibly NOT ending the way you want.

My Ratings
Characters-A gold digger, A rich handsome guy annnd A thoughtfully sexy down to earth guy
Writing Style-Smooth, Raw, Strong and Dangerous enough to crush my heart
Plot/Storyline- Blaire is a gold digger. She prefers to make a living by living of rich men.
Steam Factor- High/Very Steamy on a scale of 1-10 I say 8
Entertainment Level- From Lo-Med-Hi I say Hi. The book held my rapt attention
Overall- I really liked it! I highly recommend this to readers who are not afraid to go with the flow and follow the journey of the characters.

Now go forth and read. Then come tell us about it on Goodreads!


NOTE: The pictures and collage featured in this review post was not taken by me. The pictures are inspiration for the characters I envisioned in the book. The collage was put together by me for the sole purpose of being a review visual.

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With champagne and caviar inundating my every sense, I slither through the light wooden floors of the Lila Acheson Wallace Wing in The Met. As I walk, I pretend to admire the expensive jewelry being showcased tonight by a famous designer whose name I can’t remember. A multicolored diamond butterfly sparkles to my left and a cobra made out of black stones glistens to my right. Rows upon rows of precious gems twinkle under the soft lights of the room, flooding the space between the walls with the glow of a thousand stars. Furtive glances. Secrets gossiped. Beauty criticized. Lofty music fills the atmosphere as the ├╝ber rich mingle and pretend to like each other, yet you can almost taste their conceit and derision for one another in the air.
           This is Walker’s world, and I love it.
           Standing across the room, where the crowd is thinner and the music fainter, I spot Walker’s blond head in the corner of the room, talking to a group of his colleagues and their wives. He looks polished and worth every penny of his trust fund in his sleek black tuxedo, perfectly starched white shirt and black bowtie. His long golden hair parted to the side shines like the sun. He is truly flawless.
           I smile because it’s hard to picture that this is the same guy who likes to snort coke off my tits as he fucks me while hardcore porn plays in the background. He looks untouchable and so cool, but his searching eyes, scanning the crowd for me give him up. He’s wondering where I am. He did tell me not to go too far, after all. Soon after we arrived at the party, I gave him some space to talk to his friends and do his thing while I did mine. I hate clingy people, so I avoid being one.
           I grab a third flute of champagne from a passing waiter, and try to decide which of the different displays to check out first when my eyes land on a spectacular piece of jewelry. On a bed of black silk, similar to my hair color, lies an extravagant necklace made of diamonds and rubies—a small heaven within one’s reach as long as you can afford the price.
           I bridge the space between the glass protecting the necklace and me until it’s within my reach, fighting the urge to touch the cool surface. As if under a spell, I observe how the rows of diamonds embedded in platinum form leaves and thorns. At its center is a rose made out of red diamonds almost as big as my palm.
           I feel someone walk up and stand next to me, but I don’t give him or her a second thought as I continue to admire the way the light hits the gems, making them shine.
           “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
           His voice is smooth and commanding, dripping absolute power. I keep my eyes locked on the display. Call it sixth sense, but somehow I know that under no circumstance should I make eye contact with the stranger who speaks like the ruler of the world.
           “Yes,” I say simply.
           “I wonder how much it is?” the man asks.
           “I don’t think it matters … I highly doubt anyone can afford it.”
           He chuckles, and the sound is more delicious than his voice. Lusher. “Oh, but I can.”
           I smile at his self-assurance. I love cocky assholes. “I still doubt it.”
           “You shouldn’t. I only speak the truth,” he retorts coolly. His voice is nonchalant yet his words leave no room for disbelief—a demand and a statement all in one.
           Suddenly, the noises of the room become distant. People talking and laughing amongst friends and the orchestra playing all fade away until all I hear is him speaking.
           And at this moment, that is all that matters.
           “The truth is very subjective, sir.”
           “The truth may be subjective but money isn’t. Money can buy anything.”   
           His answer is like an electroshock, jumpstarting my brain from a champagne-induced haze. My pulse begins to accelerate, excitement making it hard to take a deep breath. Don’t look at him … don’t.
           “Oh really,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He’s right, though.
           “Of course. I believe everything,” he pauses, “and everyone has a price.”
           Curiosity winning the battle against curiosity, I turn to face him, and what a fucking big mistake that is. When our eyes meet, I feel incapacitated of all sense and movement. The sight of him takes my breath away. This man gives the term “lust at first sight” a whole new meaning.
           In my short twenty-three years, I’ve been with extremely handsome men, perfect even, but to classify the man standing next to me in any kind of category would be a disservice to him, and not really fair to the others. Longish, light brown hair wildly framing his face, vacant eyes the color of dollar bills, a slightly crooked nose, and a mouth that begs to be buried deep within your thighs. His beauty is as harsh as it is stunningly perfect. Dressed in a simple black tuxedo and unbuttoned white shirt, the man exudes innate virility and grace, reminding me of a black panther stalking his prey. And just like a panther, it’s the pure raw and powerful energy emanating from within him that I find most attractive. Because just by standing next to him, I get the sense that his word is always the last spoken and his wishes the first ones to be fulfilled. He doesn’t ask, he demands. He doesn’t hope, he expects.
           He’s quiet for a moment; his uncanny eyes hold me captive as though they are baring my soul to him and I hate it. I tighten my hold on the crystal flute. I want to look away, but I can’t. The way he’s staring at me makes me want to squirm.
           “I wonder … do you have one?” he asks softly before turning to examine the piece of jewelry once more.
           “A what?” I ask, momentarily stunned.
           He smiles. “A price.”
           “For the right amount … I just might,” I say quietly, my heart beating so fast it feels as though it wants out of my chest. As soon as the words leave my mouth, there’s no shock coursing down my body, no rolling waves of shame pulling me down for having said that to a complete stranger—nothing.
           And why should there be? I am who I am.
           I’m staring at his profile, waiting for him to acknowledge my answer, when a breeze of cool air floats past us, making me shiver. About to chase the goose bumps on my arm with my hand, I watch as he slowly turns to look at me, catching me staring at him. Time stands still as I watch him raise his large tanned hand and touch my bare shoulder, his fingertips lightly grazing the temporary small bumps covering it. Then he smiles as if he knows that my skin is tingling from his scalding touch, and looks away.
           “I thought so.”
           We remain standing next to each other for another minute or so, the distance between us almost nonexistent. It would be so easy to reach out and hold his hand. The sound of an incoming call breaks the silence, bringing us back to reality.
           He takes his cell phone out of the inner pocket of his tuxedo jacket and ignores the call after noting the name of the caller. He lifts his gaze to meet my own.
“Sorry about that.”
           “It’s okay. I should go … I’m here with someone,” I reply, not really wanting to leave him just yet.
           “Yes, that’s probably a good idea.”
           I frown. He didn’t have to be quite so blunt. The stranger extends a hand toward me, holding something in his fingers.
           “Here … ”
           I open my hand as I feel the edges of what I assume is his business card poke the skin of my palm. “What’s this?” I ask stupidly.
           “My business card, of course.”
           “Obviously … but why?”
           He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Let’s just say that I’m an interested buyer.”
           And then he’s gone.
           He turns and walks away from me, disappearing into a sea of colorful gowns and black suits. As the sounds of the party infiltrate my ears once more, I lower my gaze to stare at the simple cream-colored card in my hand. Its simplistic and elegant design draws attention to the name printed in bold black letters on the paper.
           Lawrence Rothschild.
           I smile and let my fingertips trail his name. It depends on what you’re willing to pay, Mr. Rothschild.
Published by Mia Asher
Copyright © 2013 by Mia Asher


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My name is Mia Asher.
I'm a writer, a hopeless romantic, a wanderer, a dreamer, a cynic, and a believer. And, oh yes…I might be a bit crazy - but who isn't?




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