Published by Self-Published on May 9th 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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I make my living as a hustler, and I’m great at it.
I don’t have a single tell and I use that to my advantage to manipulate any situation.
I’ve always known what a person is about to do before they’ve even decided.
That is, until I met Penelope.
I can’t get a read on her, and what’s worse, she doesn’t want anything to do with me.
Which only makes me want her more.
Now I’m in for the hardest hustle of my life.
Somehow I have to convince her she belongs with me.
Good thing I’m always up for a challenge.
I knew going into this book that Gavin was a hustler. I mean the name of the book is Hustler. What I didn’t know was how cocky and arrogant he was going to be. Because of this, I had a hard time getting into the book. It seemed like we were constantly reminded of how much money he had or that he could have any woman he wanted. That’s the only reason I rated it a 4 and not a 5.
The saving grace for me was the superb writing and the sarcastic banter between the characters. It really is a hilarious book that had me laughing almost the entire way throughout the book. Nell and Paige’s friendship is off the charts hysterical. Even the banter with Scott and Nick had me snorting.
I love how sarcastic Nell is and I love how she didn’t give into Gavin like he wanted. She was a challenge for him and one he didn’t win easily. Nell is such a relatable character. She’s funny, smart, works her ass off just to make ends meet and would go to bat for everyone she loves and cares about. Being a southern girl myself, I appreciate the spitfire attitude she has.
Gavin is a completely different story. Sure he’s hot, has money, and exudes confidence. To me too much confidence. But he also has an image that he thinks he needs to keep up with. He’s letting a ghost haunt him when in reality it’s his own ghost he needs to face. I saw a different side of him with Nell. That’s the side I started to love and wanted more of. I hated him at first and when I think about the way he was I want to throw my kindle and cuss out Meghan and Jessica for making him so annoying.
Gavin and Nell together were not perfect but hell what relationship is perfect? They were good for each other and they fit. Nell didn’t put up with his BS. Gavin didn’t know what hit him until it was too late.
But in the end, I loved it! It really is a funny, smoking hot book and if you love alpha males who are rich, arrogant at times, but know when to give in then you have to read Hustler!
Casually, I sit on the side of the table and take a sip of my drink as I let her eyes peruse my body. It’s a power move. Even though I’m eager to get to know this little hellion, I mask my reaction to her. Never show and tell, especially with women.
I can feel her eyes scanning me, focused on the bit of exposed skin near the collar of the shirt. They then travel down my stomach – little does she know what’s hiding underneath my clothing – and then to my crotch, then she immediately refocuses on her hands. I caught her though, she’s a goner as far as I’m concerned.
“Penelope Prescott,” I start, but I’m quickly interrupted.
“Everyone calls me Nell,” she clarifies.
I set my glass down and study her before saying, “Too bad for you, I’m not everyone.” Her mouth falls agape for a second before she closes it, trying not to let her shock show. I have a rather up front personality, it can catch some people off guard. Clearly, she’s one of them. “Now tell me, Penelope, how long have you worked for Hotel Paragon?”
I know the answer to my question, but when you’re holding the upper hand, you not only want to show power, but you also want to make the other person feel as though they have some control over the situation, when in fact, they don’t. Poker 101.
She wrings her hands together on her lap. Tell number one.
She’s nervous, but there’s a confidence in her eyes that almost boasts a cocky air around her. Unfortunately for her, I’m a master at reading people, so she’s doesn’t fool me one bit.
With her head held high, she answers, “A little over a year now.”
I nod. “And how long have you been working in the high roller room?”
She bites her lip before answering. Tell number two.
“It’s my first day today.”
I nod again. “And before you started, were you informed that the men playing at the table you would be serving are valuable members to this hotel, some of our most lavish and esteemed customers?”
She twirls a strand of hair around her finger. Tell number three.
“Mr. Saint,” I inform her.
“Sorry, yes, Mr. Saint.” She grits out my name, as if it’s painful for her to say.