Series: Alpha #1
Publisher: NLA Digital LLC on April 29, 2014
Genres: Erotica, Romance
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The first time it happened, it seemed like an impossible miracle. Bills were piling up, adding up to more money than I could ever make. Mom's hospital bills. My baby brother's tuition. My tuition. Rent. Electricity. All of it on my shoulders. And I had just lost my job. There was no hope, no money in my account, no work to be found. And then, just when I thought all hope was lost, I found an envelope in the mail. No return address. My name on the front, my address. Inside was a check, made out to me, in the amount of ten thousand dollars. Enough to pay the bills and leave me some left over to live on until I found a job. Enough to let me focus on classes. There was no name on the check, just "VRI Inc.," and a post office box address for somewhere in the city. No hint of identity or reason for the check or anything. No mention of repayment, interest, nothing…except a single word, on the notes line: "You." Just those three letters.
If you receive a mysterious check, for enough money to erase all your worries, would you cash it?
The next month, I received another check, again from VRI Incorporated. It too contained a single word: "belong."
A third check, the next month. This time, two words. Four letters. "To me."
The checks kept coming. The notes stopped. Ten thousand dollars, every month. A girl gets used to that, real quick. It let me pay the bills without going into debt. Let me keep my baby brother in school and Mom's hospice care paid for. How do you turn down what seems like free money, when you're desperate? You don't. I didn't.
And then, after a year, there was a knock on my door. A sleek black limousine sat on the curb in front of my house. A driver stood in front of me, and he spoke six words: "It's time to pay your debt."
Would you have gotten in?
It turns out $120,000 doesn't come free.
At A Glance
Started out interesting as hell, then so much downhill-ness!
The beginning was good. Kyrie is about to lose everything if she can’t find a new job to pay her bills, her brother’s schooling and her mother’s care. All of a sudden $10,000 dollars shows up every month to help her survive but she doesn’t know from who. But she does know he thinks he owns her, and accepting his money only digs herself a deeper hole. What’s a girl to do?
I was intrigued by the mystery of Roth and why he was giving Kyrie money. I was enthralled by how easily Kyrie became Roth’s possession. How freeing and scary at the same time. The blindfold portion was the best. How fascinating to experience a new relationship and new world without the use of your vision. Gives me ideas. 😉
With how long this book is I expected way more plot and story, even from an erotica. Except for the very beginning this book is about Kyrie and Roth boinking and the big secret (which I figured out early but it’s not too obvious, I’m just amazingly smart…and beautiful :D). I get erotica has its own criteria and it can focus on sex but not at 450 pages. I wanted a damn story, I wanted drama, I wanted something!
So with the thin plot I expected a tale of lust turn to love, but I never felt the love. I was told about the love but I never felt like Kyrie or Roth were legitimately in love.
Kyrie’s never ending internal monologues were pretty unbearable. I started skimming her inane, non-important self-talks.
Then the ending and the big reveal was rushed and uneventful, though there was a lot of emotions spewing everywhere which I liked.
The sex was freaking hot in the beginning, but after the 4th boning I was over it. I skimmed the rest of the ‘love’ scenes. But yes, they were hot.
With its goods and bads, Alpha was an okay book with lots that irritated me. I have been waiting to read this book for some time and my high expectations made the averageness of this book even worse. Not recommended, though I think some people can still enjoy this one.
“As you learn to trust me, as you give yourself to me, so will I learn to trust you, and give you myself.”
“I’d been kissed before. Many times. There were awkward and sloppy kisses, those tension-fraught moments of fumbling intensity as a teenager. There were more skilled kisses, passionate and intentional. There were kisses that stole my breath, kisses that merged seamlessly with the shedding of clothes and the joining of bodies. But never, before this moment, had there ever been a kiss that stole my will to pull away, that devoured my capacity for thought, that removed my ability to resist, to feel anything but the kiss.”
“Oh, my fucking god, Valentine…”
“Just…describing you, is all.”
“I’m your fucking god, Kyrie?”