November 8, 2013

Blog Tour: Greed (The Seven Deadly #2)

Greed (The Seven Deadly #2) by Fisher Amelie
Age Group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 29, 2013
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Book Description:

Gather ‘round, love, because I want you. I want what you have, I want what you don’t have, I want more of what I already have. I want. But if you so much as ask for something in return, go ahead and walk away. 

Know if you want to play in my world, it’s every man for themselves and the weak become mine. Leeches will be obliterated because I make it my job to destroy them. I protect what’s mine and I take what’s yours...because that’s what I do. I want.

My story will not endear me to you and, frankly, I could care less if it does because I’m in this for the money and nothing else. There’s nothing redeeming about me. I’m a corrupt, money hungry, immoral asshole from Los Angeles. I’m every man’s worst nightmare and every girl’s fantasy.

I’m Spencer Blackwell...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most coveted guy to the guy no one wanted around and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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“Have you ever felt free?” she asked.

“Never,” I answered truthfully. I could barely keep my eyes open. “I live in a cage,” I embellished.

“Poor baby,” Piper cooed, swiping her crimson lacquered nails down my face.

She wasn’t sincere, not even in the slightest. Anger briefly flashed across her face.

“I know what you’re thinking,” I rumbled through a thick tongue, “but you’d be wrong.”

“No I wouldn’t,” she whispered. “You live a life of privilege.”

“It’s not half what it’s cracked up to be. Do you know how hard it is to be a good person with money?”

“Do you know how hard it is to be a good person without it?”

We were quiet, watching the fountains below my twenty‐story villa.

“Do you want to feel free?” she asked.
“Of course,” I admitted.

She grabbed my hand and we stood. She dragged a chaise to the edge of the concrete balustrade and perched on top, almost toppling over she was so inebriated. She giggled then braced a hand on my shoulder before balancing one high‐heeled foot on the balcony edge.

“You’re crazy,” I told her.

“I know.”

But I followed her. For some reason, I followed her. My mom’s voice of reason popped into my head, something about friends and bridges and jumping, but I ignored it. I anchored my dress shoes from Church’s in London on the cushion of the chaise. I stared down on the foot, seemingly unable to move another inch. Fear crept into my stomach, securing me where I stood.

“Come on,” she whispered in my ear.

I steeled my stomach and lifted onto the chaise. I turned toward the world around us and breathed deeply of the cool air that can only be found at the height we stood. I let the wind rush through my hair and took one more step onto the edge of the balustrade before lifting my entire body.

I stood on the precipice of twenty stories, of exhilaration, of adrenaline, of stupidity, but most importantly, I stood on the precipice of death. I turned to Piper, her eyes were wild as the wind whipped her hair around her face and plastered her gown to her body.

She grabbed my hand to steady herself and turned toward me. “Do you feel it?” she asked.


“Do you feel alive yet?”

She ignored me and faced the fountains below.

“I wondered what would happen if I jumped,” she stated matter-of-factly, but I could tell she didn’t care if I answered her. She was contemplating.

“You’re insane,” I told her.

“I know,” she admitted, lifting a Cheshire grin my direction.

She faced the wind and screamed, making my adrenaline spike further than it already was.

“You’re burning my buzz,” I told her.

She turned to me but it was too quick a reaction for her drunk body, and she stumbled. She began to fall forward but did nothing to stop herself. Instead, she closed her eyes as if she sat at the top of a roller coaster, ready to drop. I tossed her back and she fell on top of the chaise, unharmed.
But I lost my footing. My arms wound around, as if that could balance me. This is it, I thought. Poor mom. Poor Bridge.

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Author Bio:

Fisher Amelie is the author of The Leaving Series, Callum & Harper and Thomas & January. She began her writing career as a copywriter for an internet marketing company wherein one of their client's said, 'Hey! You're funny. You should write books'. Which in turn she said, 'Hey, get out of here! This is the lady's restroom.' While washing her hands and the embarrassment from her face, she thought they may have had a valid point. So, she took the thousands of hours of writing stories growing up, tucked them into her pocket and began writing and writing and writing.

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