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It still isn’t enough to satisfy him
(He get it from his mama lol—she’s a trip and a half).
Greed (trying to get that $50 mill),
lust (too much hot sex on a platter—what man could resist?)
and the opportunity for power (He’s a Black man and I’m not talking about Power like the TV show. I’m talking A-level security clearance. Lunch at the White House power.
occupies his mind. (he’s thinking about how to get that jet, no matter what).
Known as a narcissistic sexual predator It’s all about his wants and needs, like dude wants her to crawl for him and well that’s too much to share right here),
he attracts women eager to share his bed (they give up keys like he’s paying rent).
Women who have spent their lives believing a man’s wife is a temporary inconvenience (classic case of the sidechick catching mainchick feelings and disrespecting the woman who was there first but wifey ain’t having it).
Women who are willing to risk it all to live in the shadows of married men
(You know the type who write on social media all the things she has done with her boo, but can’t never post a pic of him. Then there’s the other one—who actually thinks February 13th is Valentine’s day—the guys in the book get a kick out of that one).
When Collins plans to use his position as a New York State Senator
(and plan he does, politics does indeed make strange bedfellows!
to pull off a daring heist using sexual harassment
(Weinstein, Cosby? Makes you wonder are all those cases for real?)
he draws vulnerable women
(daddy issues; women looking for the come up—dude laughs with his wife about them)
into a web of deceit that stands to net them $50 million dollars
It’s all about the Benjamins, what?).
But just how far are they prepared to go to get a piece of it?
You will have to get your own copy to find out, but let’s just say it’s pretty darn far).
In S.R. Chase’s (this author’s writing is gripping, you know like Pulp Fiction meets Hostel meets Trois movies, but still had me laughing)
debut novel (when is the next one dammit? Oh yeah, Spring 2018),
prepare yourself (Seriously, I had to put my phone on silent—call you back)
for a ride into a chilling story (mouth wide open).
One which carries a stark warning to those prepared to forsake all others in their quest for fortune and synthetic love (You know that married man ain’t really in love with you right?).
The message is clear. Karma has no deadline. (And if you’re lucky, you get a book like Private Betrayal where being unfaithful will get you more than a possible STD.)