Also by this author: Je Suis a Toi (Monsters in the Dark, #4)
Pennies (Dollar Book 1) by Pepper Winters
Published by Indie on July 19, 2016
Genres: Dark, Romance
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“At 18 I had pennies, but money didn’t make me bold. At 19 I had dollars, but it didn’t dull the pain of being sold. At 20 I had hundreds, but then I met him and was found. At 21 I had thousands, but all I wanted was to be bound.” *** “At 23 I had dollars, but life changed and made me rich. At 25 I had hundreds, but it wasn’t enough to stop my killing itch. At 27 I had thousands, but my reputation didn’t set me free. At 29 I had millions, but I met her and could finally see.” *** Tasmin was killed on her 18th birthday. She had everything planned out. A psychology degree, a mother who pushed her to greatness, and a future anyone would die for. But then her murderer saved her life, only to sell her into a totally different existence.
Elder went from penniless to stinking rich with one twist of fate. His lifetime of crime and shadows of thievery are behind him but no matter the power he now wields, it’s not enough. He has an agenda to fulfill and he won’t stop until it’s complete.
But then they meet.
A beaten girl and a richly dressed thief. Money is what guided their separate fates. Money is what brought them together. And money is what ultimately destroys them.
She was poor. He was rich. Together…they were bankrupt.
It’s no secret that I love dark romances and I’ve been itching to get my hands on one for a while now. In fact, the last one I read was Je Suis á Toi by none other than Pepper Winters. I didn’t realize how much I missed the genre until I started Pennies. Immediately my body morphed in a calming zen state. I know that makes me sound super dark and twisted but I’ll completely own up to that. I have no shame.
Pennies is raw and will completely strip you bare. It’s dark, it’s haunting and it will test your limits. This is a story about a young girl named Tasmin who is stolen from her wealthy and privileged life and sold on the black market as a slave. She is renamed as Pimlico, Pim for short. Her new owner is a horrific monster who has no sense of humanity. He’s brutal and malicious. Absolutely showing no mercy. He’s forced her to do and endure unspeakable things. When a man shows up to conduct business with Pim’s master, all of their worlds are turned upside down. Will this guy see the horrors of her life and save her or will he ultimately be just as bad for her as her Master?
The most important thing we learn about Prim in this book is that she is strong. Although she has been beaten and sexually assaulted, she’s been able to hold on to a piece of her that keeps her going. She’s intelligent and has used what little information she can gather to her advantage. Her situation is heartbreaking and sickening but we get to hold on to the fact that she has never been completely broken. There’s always some kind of hope for her and for us as readers.
I’m really not going to say much more. If you couldn’t tell, I loved this book and I can’t wait to get my hands on the next one. If dark reads are your cup of tea, then this book is absolutely for you.
I stalked forward.
My hand came up.
The urge to soothe her catapulted my fingers to her cheek. My skin erupted from her delicate heat. I’d already had my single touch when I’d petted her hair. I wasn’t permitted a second.
But it didn’t stop me.
One second, she stood close, arching her chin at the door.
The next, she was across the cage, flying into a stack of boxes that tumbled in a clatter of butcher knives, butter knives, and sharp forks.
Her eyes turned luminous in the gloom, locking on mine with rage.
I’d forgotten myself by feeling sorry for this beaten wraith, but she hadn’t forgotten her overwhelming hatred of men.
I didn’t look away. But I didn’t explain myself, either.
I’d borrowed her for the night. If I wanted to touch her, I could. The fact that she’d leapt away meant I could report her to her master and have her punished.
Or you could punish her instead.
The distance between us grew thicker as we breathed fast.
I waited…wanting to know just how deep her education in pleasure flowed. Tearing her gaze from mine, she swallowed hard. Piece by piece, she hid her loathing, replacing it with reluctant acceptance.
Inching closer, her toes nudged aside sharp blades as she made her way to me and fell to her knees on the cold concrete.
Half of me jolted with insane lust. Most of me shied away with repulsion as her straggly hair covered her face but not before I saw the twisted disgust and echoing despair.
“Get up,” I murmured. Even though my voice was low, the cavern of the garage amplified it, layering it with bite.
Instantly, she swooped up. The crackle of her joints and misused cartilage in her bones sounded like tiny gunfire.
“Don’t kneel. Not in here.”