Welcome THE DECEPTION into your life

Hi, book buddies :-) It is with bittersweet anticipation that we near the end of a trilogy of stunning books. Nikki Sloane has written the final book in the Filthy Rich suspense romance books, and it is so much more... 

THE DECEPTION

MY OPINION

Before I had finished the prologue, I was already chanting OMG. This is gold. A diamond, actually. Hard, relentless, dazzling. A plot so twisted and thrilling that it kidnaps you from life and keeps you as its willing prisoner.

The Hale family is a nest of vipers ready to poison every hope in Marist. She is ready to fight, though. The last cliffhanger was brutal and the upheaval it caused taints a great part of this final novel in one of the best trilogies I’ve read in this genre. Dark romance suspense? Heavily laden with devious strategy and a castle of secrets, too.

She is determined to claim Royce as hers and vanquish the Minotaur his father embodies, so she counteracts all of that monster's challenges and uses her intellect to untangle the business machinations father and son engage in like a battle between gods.

There's a tempting amount of steamy times. And a plethora of evil surprises that had me enthralled. Sensuality to overflowing lengths too. My favourite? The ones with Macalister. I'm afraid Royce has lost his lustre on the way, though his shows of affection are welcome.

I must confess my favoritism towards Macalister. He intrigued me in the first book and won me over in the second. This corrupting, hardened man shines in every scene with dark power, and I relished every time he interrupted the young couple's bliss. Sorry, I feel like he is The God and I am his unconditional fan 😂

Endless manipulations seem to drown Marist in every scheme from this man, but the beauty of it is that she is gloriously victorious after every defeat. Intrigue, luxury, devastating power games, it is one intense battle of wills and lust and mythological analogies.

The race for power is filled with betrayal, sultry pacts, madness and twisted love, and the war comes to an end that is epic, breathtaking, and a true Greek tragedy. My heart went out to the fallen foe and I disagreed with what happened to one of the female characters in the family, but it's the trigger for a fitting and trascendental change in fate for this triangle of amazing characters. What a stunning finale. What a stunning read.

The Deception by Nikki Sloane

Release Date: November 5, 2019

The Deception, the twisted and thrilling conclusion to the Filthy Rich Americans trilogy, by USA Today bestselling author, Nikki Sloane.

I’ve been through hell to get to this place. To wear the perfect white dress and stand beside Royce Hale, the liar I tried desperately not to fall in love with and failed.

Or maybe I’m still trapped in hell because the devil is here, too. He lurks at my side, plotting terrible ways to make me his.

It’s win at all costs in this family, and I know now just how far the Hales will go to get what they want.

But you can’t survive in a house full of lies without learning the art of deception, and once I become a Hale, I’ll show them exactly what I’ve mastered.

THE DECEPTION is the third and final book in the twisted Filthy Rich Americans trilogy. 
It should be read after THE INITIATION and THE OBSESSION.

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ENJOY AN EXCERPT

I’d make it impossible for him to avoid me. I stripped off my clothes, dropping them in a heap on his closet floor, everything except the lacy panties I wore, then pulled on the white shirt that was too big for me. It smelled like him. Woodsy and masculine. The hem barely covered my ass, and I only did up the bottom few buttons, leaving the top open so it was clear what I was and wasn’t wearing beneath it. The final piece was the green tie he’d worn the night he’d appeared in the library. I looped it around my neck and tied it loosely so the knot hung between my breasts. Then I climbed into his big bed and waited. Anticipation crawled up my spine. It made me hyperaware of my body and the way the silk of his tie and the soft bedding felt against my skin. It had me imagining all the different scenarios that could play out when he got home and discovered me in his bed. Would he drop everything and crawl on top of me? Would he be upset I’d come in here without his permission? Would he punish me for it? A sexy shiver glanced through my shoulders.

  Without making a conscious decision, my fingertips crept down the front of my panties, moving to alleviate the ache. Royce had spent a lot of nights in this bed thinking about me while he touched himself, and I liked how I was now doing the same. I swallowed thickly as my fingers glided over my clit, bringing warmth and satisfaction. My eyes fluttered closed, and I relaxed back against the pillows, settling in to enjoy myself. Not too much, though. Hopefully, he would arrive soon and finish me off. A sigh slipped from my lips. As I rubbed faster, the sensation caused me to arch my back. I wanted to writhe with pleasure. Give myself over to it and find release, but I controlled myself. The teasing was delicious and awful. Time passed, although I wasn’t sure how long. I wasn’t aware of anything other than the heat building inside my body and the craving for him. When I got too close, I pulled my hand away and pressed it to the mattress, gulping down air. My heart raced, sweat dampened my temples, and— New, different awareness rolled through me. 

A tingle activated an alarm, and my eyes popped open to discover Royce’s blue eyes fixed on me. His expression dripped with sex and lust and want. He looked at me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Warmth flooded my face. He’d seen me touch myself before, but that was when we’d been in the shower and during sex. This was different. I wasn’t embarrassed, but I was surprisingly shy. Vulnerable and exposed and showing him something no one else had seen. I was showing him the effect he had over me. Did he realize how much power he held? His penetrative stare was a heat lamp, both exposing and lighting me up, and two words fell from his mouth in a dark command that could have easily been a growl. “Don’t stop.” Oh, Jesus. Fire ripped through me, and goosebumps burst all along my legs.

ABOUT THE MASTERMIND

USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there.

Now she lives in Kentucky, is married and has two sons. She is a three-time Romance Writers of America RITA© Finalist, a Passionate Plume winner, a HOLT Medallion finalist, and couldn't be any happier that people enjoy reading her sexy words.

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