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Blog Tour: Beautiful Disaster by Francette Phal4:30 AMAlma Lopez
They created the game but eighteen year old Nicholas Grayson mastered the rules.
They are young and entitled and utterly bored with their lives, so they play games to entertain themselves. They call it the “bet” and new girl Ellie Holbrook is their latest target. Ellie is not the kind of girl Nicholas dates, but she is pretty enough to be his next conquest and so he sets out to seduce her and claim a nice little prize at the end. But her seduction proves difficult when she openly rejects his advances. In his dogged pursuit of her he slowly finds himself in her small circle of trusted friends and meets her two year old daughter, Sophie.
Life takes a startling turn for Nicholas when he realizes his happiness now lies with the young mother and her daughter. Falling in love with Ellie isn’t something Nicholas ever thought could happen to him and he’s completely frightened at how fiercely she makes him feel. But before he can further examine those emotions and clearly process them, enemies from Nicholas’s personal circle of friends conspire to tear them apart and he must now decide whether their love is worth saving or allow his friends to take away the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him.
Well, I gotta say that I was thoroughly thrown into the spin cycle of emotions with this one. It was a dark and edgy "She's All That" on crack. Who knew that one unfriendly bet amongst highly disturbed friends could change everyone's life so profoundly. Ellie and Nicholas' relationship was inevitable in both the love and disastrous heart break departments. Despite the foreboding shadows of devastation lurking around every corner, my heart warmed and then melted into a pile of goo when their relationship finally took blossom.
"Nicholas was dangerous on so many levels and Ellie could not allow herself to become victim of her lust again. Sexual attraction led to inevitable heartbreak or in her case, a baby."
Ellie had made many many horrible mistakes in her young life and was hell bent on not repeating those mistakes. Her mistakes left her with terrible heart break, abandonment from her parents, and a beautiful baby girl that she had to raise on her own while attempting to have a normal high school life. This was why, when Nicholas bull dozed his way into her life, she was naturally weary. To say that Nicholas had his own struggles with deep seeded demons, would be quite the understatement. Nicholas was used to taking what he wants with no battle of conscience ( no Jimmeny Cricket in sight) or remorse at all. He and his friends had a revolting dark game they played and Ellie was to become the new target. All Nicholas had to do was woo and charm his way into her panties and have the deed taped, all for the pleasure of his moral absent friends. This was nothing new to him, until he immediately realized that Ellie was unlike any girl he had ever met.
"Because despite my best efforts to stay away from you, I keep finding myself back in your gravity. You've become this thing I can't be without--your voice is in my head...your face in my dreams...your smell all around me. I...I've changed...," he trailed off.
Ellie wasn't immune to his male perfection, but because her past and her daughter, she puts up one hell of a fight to avoid the inevitable stay at the heart break hotel. Everything in her head told her to keep her feelings purely friendly, but how long can she hold out when he was doing nothing but showing her that his feelings were sincere. While, Nicholas was trying his best to but the bet in the back shelf of his mind, and try to just be there for Ellie and her daughter. Well, of course they both lose the battle and their lustful passion was set free. Wowza...the chemistry they shared was explosive yet tender and loving. The looming thoughts of the bet was still overtaking him and he knew that he had to tell her soon because if she found out from someone else, it was sure to break her. If that wasn't enough to cause a strain to their fragile relationship, there were other negative, selfish, and cruel players in this deceitful game that were foolishly dedicated to put an end to them. It is shocking to read about the lengths these people went to in order to destroy their relationship. There is not just one person or thing that happens in their tragic love story. The amount of destruction caused at the end was so gruesome, that simple forgiveness would not be anywhere close enough to help repair.
"Failure was a bitter pill to swallow and it would always be the case if he remained with Ellie. Despite how many times a leopard changed its spots, no matter how many times he believed he could be the one thing Ellie needed, Nicholas knew that he'd always end up hurting her. Failing her."
Even though I knew that the emotional bomb was going to explode to epic proportions, I still was utterly devastated. Since the book isn't in first person from one particular POV, you get to read about every character's past and feel all their emotions. Sometimes I feel a disconnect with the characters when the book is written this way, but there was so much overwhelming intensity and gripping storyline that I didn't have time to think about it. The title was very appropriate because their relationship was both beautiful and disastrous. The story definitely left me desperate for more and I have to admit that I immediately picked up the second book, Redemption, because I needed to know what happened next. I highly recommend this book and the series in general.
4.5 out of 5 Emotionally Enthralling, Gripping, Heart Breaking Stars!!!
Nicholas Grayson wasn’t a nice person. In fact one could call him an asshole and he wouldn’t dispute it. He was as jaded as they come, eighteen years old, with a moral compass fixed permanently on diabolical. He was an emotional cripple with the personality of a cactus. He understood his faults and embraced each one with gusto.
His goals in life were to piss off his parents, break a few laws and generally screw his way through life. He was a good looking kid, born with movie star looks, a little James Dean with Brando’s swagger thrown into the mix to make the female populace of John Edgar High swoon.
He was fully aware of his power over the fairer sex and he used that knowledge for his own selfish end.
It was a game his group of friends played and Nicholas excelled at it. He’d slept with nearly every girl on campus, seduced each and every one with practiced ease that had become second nature, like breathing.
The sex was initially meant to stave off boredom; another vice to add to the growing list of evils he’d accumulated over the years. But then, like all things in his life, sex had become nauseatingly easy to obtain.
“Nicky.” The breathy call of his name had Nicholas peering over his shoulder where Maddie Tate, “Fatty Maddie,” as she was known by many in his circle, looked at him with sickening adoration.
Lounging across his king sized mattress in post-coital bliss, she looked every bit the sated lover with her tousled cinnamon red hair, flushed face, and gleaming azure eyes. She was in love with him. Had been for quite some time now and would undoubtedly do anything he asked of her.
It would take nothing to manipulate her and bend her to his will. Nicholas was sure that she would follow him. Therefore the seduction of Maddie Tate hadn’t taken much doing. The fact is Nicholas had been feeling charitable at the time. She was just another notch in this game he’s come to master; another pawn to use and discard when he was finished. He’d made a video of all their sordid acts just as he always had done and stood to win five hundred dollars for his troubles. Chump change as far as he was concerned but a win nevertheless.
“N-Nicholas…,” the voice was little hesitant this time. He heard the rustling of sheets as she rose.
“Get out.” This was the part he relished the most. Devil that he was, he caught the hitch of her breath and reveled in it.
“I…um…did I do something wrong?”
He took a moment tinkering with the camera before turning to give her his undivided attention, mouth curling into a bastardized version of a smile. “Well.” He moved with effortless grace, swagger unmatched, open and welcoming in contrast to the calculated, almost predatory look in his diamond grey eyes. “You didn’t bore me completely.”
Her face crumpled. The ensuing expression nearly heartbreaking as tears welled. If he cared he would’ve felt something other than this deep rooted annoyance and sudden need to see her out of his bedroom. “Now, please get your shit and get out.” It didn’t take long after that. Shoving him aside with surprising strength she gathered her things and was out like a shot.
Now, Nicholas figured, she’d grow to hate him like so many of the others who’d come before her.
It was what he did best. Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. He lived by those words, using a slightly different variation out of the bedroom.
He was his father’s child after all; he had learned about screwing people from the master himself. Grabbing the half emptied bottle of whiskey from his dresser Nicholas made his way to the balcony in his bedroom. He took a mouthful, and then another, feeling decidedly better as each swig burned a warm path down his throat. Maneuvering himself over the balcony’s ledge he sat precariously over the edge, legs dangling four stories over the gleaming pool below. A deprecating smile tugged at his lips and Nicholas knew his demons were not far. He could hear the menacing gait of their hooved feet making a steady trek to the forefront of his mind, carrying with them memories he would sooner forget.
Shit, he was feeling maudlin. Why? He hadn’t the slightest idea. Only that the memories refused to be quelled, refused to be inundated by the liquor as per usual. The sudden image of his father fleeted across his vision and Nicholas gave a humorless laugh. Well wasn’t that just a kick in the teeth? Even at his lowest he continued to be haunted by the immoral bastard.
Charles Grayson, CEO and founder of one of the nation’s largest real estate firm was the devil incarnate and Nicholas could attest to that. He’d been ten years old when the first lesson had been imparted. There’d been an incident in school involving him and another student. Nicholas couldn’t remember exactly what it was he’d done, but he remembered he’d been mean and had been fittingly reprimanded for it by his teacher. Charles had somehow gotten word of it and swiftly rectified the situation. The teacher was terminated, credentials ruined and she’d been unable to find work in the state again. This action was quite extreme and cruel for something so little, but then Charles had never been the sentimental sort.
He was a ruthless man whose underhanded business tactics had gained him his empire. Therefore when it came to his son, Charles was merciless. He’d taken the ‘spare the rod, spoil the child’ ideology quite seriously and the scars of those lessons were now imprinted on Nicholas’s soul.
Nicholas took another swig from the bottle while raking a hand through his long hair. He was agitated and dear old Jack wasn’t doing it for him tonight. Needing a distraction that was something quite possibly stronger, he headed back to his bedroom and finished off the last of the amber liquid before tossing it aside.
Francette lives in Massachusetts with her amazingly supportive husband of ten years and her darling two year old son. Reading amazing books has led her to writing and she’s dabbled in fan-fiction before self-publishing her own works. She’s constantly thinking up new stories to write and does her best work when music is playing in the background. Romance is where she’s most comfortable but she hopes to one day venture in mystery novels. She has a weakness for coffee ice cream, tropical fruits and a good glass of wine.