If by luck goddess, you mean con artist.
She knows the plan by heart:
1. Cosplay the hell out of an omnipotent deity.
2. Dance with the most eligible idiot in the room.
3. Promise to make him the luckiest idiot in the room.
4. Encourage Evan Reynolds to transfer all assets to his son. (With a generous donation to Halliday charities, of course.)
5. Run — like Cinderella… on fire… wearing roller-blades… escaping hellhounds. (a.k.a. Nana & the Halliday brood.)
That’s the deal.
It's the same one the Reynolds and Hallidays have upheld for generations. It should be easy money. Except, this year Evander Reynolds has not only rigged the game, he's rewritten the freaking rules.
Now Serey has only seven days to hunt out the truth, uncover the biggest betrayal of her life, find out who is keeping dangerous secrets, and figure out why there's not one heir but four!
Serey's story is a duet and is the first book in the Halliday Saga.
#WhyChooe #RH #PNR #MultiPOV
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Excerpt:
Food forgotten, the guys forgotten, my resentments forgotten; I kick off my shoes and let my feet guide me across the ground where they’d once gathered and watched a woman die. If I expected to feel their hate leached into the soil, then I’m disappointed. There’s nothing but peace here. Even as I draw closer to the wood that held her prisoner as she burned, I feel no outward signs of her curse or her hatred. I would expect the land to fester with it.
I kneel at the foot of the monstrous thing and reach out my hand to touch her. The bark under my fingers is worn smooth despite being torn ragged with time. The plants have claimed it, growing through the blackened parts and revealing the original colour of the wood behind.
“Ida?” My voice is a reverent whisper. A gentle breeze whisks my hair from my face and caresses my skin, drawing my attention to the wet there. Am I crying? “I’m sorry,” I tell her.
“Serey,” Xander whispers.
“I’m so sorry that they’ve not been punished. I’m sorry that they’re still benefiting from your death and that this whole charade has become a game for both sides. They’ve all forgotten, but not me. I’ll make it right somehow. I swear.”
About the Author
Aurelia Fray is the naughty ‘Hyde’ side of a rather ordinary woman. She lives in London, England and adores the age-old city with its bustle, narrow streets, crazy pigeons, and history.
As a hopeless romantic, she always dreamed of finding a love for the ages, but as an avid reader of paranormal, supernatural and dark romance, she soon discovered that the perfect dragon-shifting-fae-prince wasn’t about to just knock on her door. So she currently pens a selection of contemporary and PNR novels, hoping she stumbles across a secret combination of magical words that’ll bring her closer to her dreams.
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