*I received a free copy of Winner from Obie Books via Author. This has in no way influenced my voluntary review, which is honest and unbiased *Winner by Belle Brooks
Published by Obie Books on 8 August 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
Miss Prim and Proper.
Arm candy for one of the richest men in Hoffman.
Fate had her saving my life. Now I'm indebted to repay the favour.
Rose has the biggest stick up her arse. It’s surprising she can even put one foot in front of the other. She has no clue what it means to be living, or who she really is. To the outside world Rose has everything, but to those who pay close attention, it’s nothing short of a well-constructed facade.
I’m Finlay Crossley and I’m a simple misfit from the wrong side of the tracks.
Until three days ago, I didn't have two cents to rub together.
Rose is my opposite in every way, but as the saying goes—‘opposites attract.’
How in the world does a socialite notice a nobody like me?
It all happens when a loser becomes a winner.
Winner is a whimsical tale, where the actual plot was a bit hard for me to grasp.
Winner starts with a horrible flash-back into Tank’s past, then slides into the present. He has a hard job at a steel mill, and no money. Until he wins the lottery, that is. Only, he can’t believe his own luck, and almost loses the ticket when he’s in a car accident and his car catches fire.
There is a lot going on, but I didn’t really invest in the characters, so even the suspense in Winner was a little off to me.
Finley ‘Tank’ is the main character, he might look like a goon, but he has a heart of gold. His best friends are always there for him, as is Tessa, his foster mom.
Rose is a society princess, but she has been so sheltered from everything she doesn’t even really know the world, nor the people who live in it.
Writing style :
First person point of view, from Tank’s perspective. Lots of dialogues.
I think I mostly felt a bit removed from it all. There were a lot of characters, but I didn’t really feel invested in any of them. There was a definite distance between the story of Winner and myself.
Logging in the last job for the day is interrupted when I turn my eyes downward, to find my lap no longer bare.
The smell of burning plastic has me snarling as I rip open the microwave door and wave away smoke. Juggling the melted plastic, I groan outwardly before throwing the pre-packaged dinner for one into the sink.
Waking in a cold sweat, I feel as though a semi-trailer has parked on top of my chest. All I can see is green grass, and I’m not sure if this is a good or a bad thing.
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