by Avery Aster
Book 1 in The Manhattanites series.
Milan’s notorious playboy, Prince Tittoni, seems to have everything—Lamborghinis, exotic women, palaces throughout Europe and business success. Ramping up his fabric company to go global with a new apparel brand, he ruthlessly stops supplying fabrics to the American client who inspired the collection. But once they meet, what’s he willing to give to get her in his bed?
Upper East Side designer Lex Easton has already endured her fair share of hard knocks. She’ll be damned if she’ll let an Italian stud muffin knock her down. So what if she named her favorite vibrator after him? With Fashion Week approaching, she’ll do whatever it takes to secure the fabrics she needs to make her clothing line an international success—even sleep with her rival.
Lex’s Louboutins are dug in deep to win this war. All’s fair in love and fashion!
Inside Scoop: Though the hero and heroine remain monogamous, their Prada-wearing friends indulge in a ménage a trois and other fashionable sexual fun and games.
“Nowadays, she fostered being humble, hardworking and honest – she called them her three Hs. Those were her assets, and she’d put them to good use.”
“Lost for years, she realized at that moment she’d become found.”
“Taddy’s sexual capabilities turned the odometer well over one hundred thousand miles, whereas Lex’s were, well, maybe over three miles.”
Avery Aster was a big tease during most of this sensual book, as while it was sexy and the characters often came close – they don’t have much actual sex, which was kinda odd when you think about it. There is her smart trademark humor with clever banter and teasing between the friends, although the underlying current in this book remained melancholy, and I just couldn’t shake that feeling of impending doom… and I was right. Shucks, I didn’t want to be. The narrative alternated between dual POVs, and expertly weaves us through their thoughts, which are often at odds with, and far more entertaining than, the words coming from their mouths. Ms. Aster is one of those writers that keeps me on my toes while reading, with the occasional cringe-worthy and Easter egg moments sprinkled throughout.