Promo Blitz with Excerpt, Review & Giveaway: Filthy Rich (Blackstone Dynasty #1) by Raine Miller @Raine_Miller

Promo Blitz with Excerpt, Review & Giveaway: Filthy Rich (Blackstone Dynasty #1) by Raine Miller @Raine_MillerFilthy Rich by Raine Miller
Series: Blackstone Dynasty #1
on November 15, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Billionaire Caleb Blackstone lives in the glamorous world of wealth and success, with every material luxury. But the moment he sees Brooke Casterley, none of that matters. Caleb is filled with a raw, undeniable need that he can’t ignore…for a girl who is so completely different from everything and everyone he’s ever known.

Only Brooke isn’t looking for love. She knows all too well just how much damage the wrong guy can do. Still, what sane, broke British girl can resist the charms of an incredibly sexy, chivalrous billionaire? What starts as flirtation quickly turns into all-consuming passion. Nothing could have prepared her for the searing heat of Caleb’s touch—or just how much she craves him.

Their whirlwind romance is the stuff of high-society fantasy—but for every moment of pleasure, there is a cost. Past mistakes and tragedy shadow them both…and falling for him might be the kind of trouble she can’t afford.

excerptI would give this thing two drinks max before I was outie.

Nodding and saying the right things, I shook hands with the colleagues who’d known my father and accepted condolences from others. I made a mental note of the people who’d made the effort to mention his name to me, and I would write them down with the event and date as soon as I got home.

I’d worked my way through the room, as I had been taught by my dad—by the best to ever work a roomful of potential deals—when I decided I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do tonight. It was time for me to go. After setting my glass down on an empty table, I started for the door . . . until I saw her.

Just like that. She appeared in my line of sight and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

The beautiful girl from this morning at the Starbucks on Hereford Street.

I knew it was her because how could anyone forget those sexy boots? Her blonde hair wasn’t down like it had been this morning, though. She’d pulled it back into a sleek ponytail . . . but she was serving at this event? I’d seen her go into that design studio next to Starbucks. She probably had two jobs. Industrious . . . beautiful . . . sexy.

I quickly returned for my half-empty glass and snatched it up from the table. I suddenly felt like an appetizer or two.

She saw me approaching and moved closer with her tray. “What are these called?” I asked without sparing her tray a second glance. Bad move on my part, but I was too busy taking in her golden eyes and hair, and everything else I could now see up close. Perfect skin, dark lashes that framed spectacular eyes, and a scar along the hairline of the right side of her face. Something had hurt her at some point in the past, and I found it utterly insane that I was disturbed by it.

She rolled her pink lips together as if she was trying to suppress laughter. “Well, they’ve told me it’s something called a . . . meatball. Very unusual gourmet creation. You should try one. They’re said to be quite delicious.”

That voice of hers was . . . fucking beautiful.

“Okay.” I picked up a meatball and popped it in my mouth. Didn’t taste a thing. I could have been chewing slaughterhouse by-products and I wouldn’t have known. My brain had shut off everything except her beautiful voice.

“You are either messing with me or that blow to your head must have been devastating. I would wager you’ve had a meatball before.”

“I am.”

She lost her smile. “You are messing with me?”

“No, I am devastating—I mean devastated—by the blow to my head.” What in the mother fuck was I even saying to this girl? I sounded like Rain Man minus the IQ. I needed to stop talking.

“I’m sorry to hear that. It looks painful.”

“It doesn’t hurt me now.” I think I smiled and shook my head but couldn’t be sure. Just call me the village idiot because I knew I was acting like one. I did love the sound of her voice, though.

“Another rare and precious meatball?” She offered her tray and studied me this time. She had to be disgusted by my appearance and turned off by my behavior, but she didn’t show it if she was.

“Yes, please.” I took another meatball but I didn’t eat it. “You are British.”

“You are American,” she said with a fast wink, before turning away to serve other guests.

I watched her walk away from me and felt the pounding of my heart vibrating throughout my entire body.

Something had just happened to me.

I wasn’t completely sure what exactly, but I was crystal clear on the reason.

Her.

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review

“When you live in a state of constant turmoil, tranquility becomes a precious commodity.”

Oh Raine Miller, I’ve missed you. If you’ve never read a book from Raine, you are simply missing out on some of the most beautiful love stories set to paper. With Filthy Rich, she’s done it again. She has the uncanny ability of transporting you into her imaginary world, and causing you to never want to face reality again. I want a Blackstone Island of my own. Heck, I want a Blackstone of my own.

Caleb Blackstone and Brooke Casterley couldn’t be more different, literally from two different sides of the track, but the heart wants what it wants. Caleb is the filthy rich playboy with the world at his feet, not realizing something fundamental was missing. Brooke is the witty interior designer attempting to put her life back together, she wasn’t looking for love. After a chance meeting, Caleb’s world is knocked off its axis. To say that he’s determined, is an understatement. He knows that he must carefully woo this enchanting woman, and woo her he does. Oh does he.

In a magnificently written plot we witness a bewitching love unfold. Well thought out characters held me captive. The secondary cast is just as enchanting as the hero and heroine, and I can’t wait to get to know them further. Filthy Rich is a wonderful introduction to the Blackstone Dynasty, leaving me wanting and counting down the days for book two. I loved everything about this book.

“He loves me completely. It hadn’t made sense to me before, but loving him had opened my eyes to the startling fact. Love simply was.”

jenn


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About Raine Miller

Raine Miller is a New York Times bestselling author who likes to write romantic stories pretty much every chance she gets. She has a handsome husband, and two amazing sons to keep her busy the rest of the time. Her boys know she likes to write stories, but gratefully have never asked to read any. Thank God!

I’ll leave you with a quote from a young man who didn’t live long enough to write more beautiful words for our continued enjoyment, dying tragically at only twenty-five years old. One of the most brilliant romantic poets ever to walk this earth, his words continue to take my breath away. This is from a letter he wrote to his fiance, Fanny Brawne. He died before they could marry.

…I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days. Three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. -JOHN KEATS…1819

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