It’s hard to read this story. I had to stop several times to finish, not because it was bad, but it was so heavy. Very exciting ending will leave you in a point that you will be breathlessly waiting for the next part.
“FREEDOM. Such a modest word. It carried very little importance for those who had it. But for those who didn’t, it was the most precious, prized, and promised hope of all.”
Pennies is about a girl Tasmin who at the age of eighteen was kidnapped and sold as a slave and named Pimplico. For two years she was abused, used, beaten and humiliated. Her fate will change when threshold of her captors house exceeded Elder Prest. But he isn’t a prince on a white horse, if anything a very black.
Be sure you know this before you start:
1, It’s a mind blowing, disturbing dark romance.
2. Push you out of your comfort zone at every step. But also remain with you long days after you finished it.
3. Ends with cliffhangers and will have the following four parts.
A long road ahead of us, but I think it’s worth crossing. Although devastating, also fascinating because I wander in my head, what will happen next and I don’t have the faintest idea. The characters are intriguing and we have plenty of things to find out about them. Especially enigmatic Mr. Prest. And despite how hard it was to read I can’t wait.
I don’t think that we can say that anyone can like this book. I gave this book 5 stars, because it touches me and triggers my emotions. The book raises a difficult subject, which exists somewhere and moves you to the very bone. I admire the author, she is brave to write this kind of story, and I think that you have to be brave to read it. Cause you never for a moment think that it’s a easy story.
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.”
“Do you always oppose the man in your bed or just me?” My hand lashed up, looping around her throat. “You just made me break the no touching rule so soon. Don’t make me break the other rules keeping me in line tonight.”
Her eyes locked onto mine, pooling with panicked uncertainty.
“Ah, that’s intrigued you.” Loosening my fingers, I didn’t threaten to throttle her, merely held softly, trapping her mind in her body rather than flying free. “I have many laws that run my life.” I bared my teeth. “Want to know a few?”
I waited for her to nod, to blink—to do something that could be a signal for yes.
But she was too good.
Or too terrified.
She’d gone iceberg white, her eyes as complex as snowflakes.
“You don’t like your neck being touched?” I removed more of my weight but didn’t withdraw my fingers. “Does he strangle you…is that why you’re looking at me as if I’ve grown horns?”
She didn’t respond in any way, but her pulse gushed like a riptide beneath my thumb. “Don’t focus on where I’m holding you. Focus on why I’m holding you.” My thumb caressed the side of her neck, tangling with the escaped hair I’d secured. “Focus on my questions.”
About The Author
Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex… her books have sex.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.