Camilla Hearst is a Harlot.
God forgives little girls who don’t obey, but he forsakes women who surrender their bodies to desires of the flesh.
Raised to believe her very existence was a sin, Camilla escaped her father’s iron fist and chased the sun to Grand Haven, California, where one thing was for certain:
It’s a man’s world.
She was prepared to live in it until the day Camilla met the highest paid escort in the city—exposing an underground world where women rule like queens. Now Camilla finds herself offering her body to the highest bidder.
Falling for Grand Haven’s golden boy and mafia attorney, Wilder Ridge, only strengthens her desire to break free from her dark past and control her own destiny. But in a society where everything has a price tag, she discovers her body isn't the only thing for sale.
So is her life.
I have followed Mary Elizabeth from the very beginning. Her writing is something otherworldly. The way that she writes is indescribable, to be honest. She is always very descriptive and you can literally see the characters unfolding before your eyes. I only know of one other author who writes like this, and she happens to be one of her best friends. It’s a talent like no other and I can never get enough.
Harlot is a book that I devoured in one sitting. I simply could not put it down. Wilder is a mafioso sex on legs, and Camilla is a damaged beauty. She needs him to bring out the good in her, as she was always taught that she was a no-good, dirty woman. The connection is there, and the attraction is off the charts. See for yourself just how amazing this story is. If you have not started this series, be sure to pick up Tramp (first in series) and begin today!!
This isn’t fair.
He claims to not want me, but he doesn’t want anyone else to have me either.
And I’m melting for him.
“Camilla.” Wilder holds his hand out for me.
I take one look at it and walk away.
The cage around our hearts tightens with each step, but what’s another rope burn when
you’re already on fire?
He watches John Michael’s finger trail down my arm. Wilder stirs when the man leans in
and whispers, “How much?” Dark gray eyes turn stormy, and his headful of hair looks like it was caught in the wind.
He moves forward when I accept John’s hand in mine, and I almost don’t have it in me to move one foot in front of the other.
“Wilder, let her go,” Lydia says as I lead Lucky away.
Mary Elizabeth was born and raised in Southern California. She is a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She's a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night.
Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it's perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her chokehold. And she's not letting go until every story is told.