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298 pages, Paperback
First published July 18, 2016






“A penny for your thoughts, silent one. Perhaps, today you’ll speak.”

“Already, I felt the corruption inside me clawing for more. One taste, one touch, one kiss, one fuck. One was all I was permitted.”

“I would remember him always. He would forget me tomorrow.”
“You’re worth pennies, but I’ll make you worth fucking millions. However, what I expect in return will be unpayable.”



“When does living become the wrong choice and death the right one? When does taking your own life become wiser than letting someone else destroy it?”
“You’re my slut. (…)You’re name-less, family-less, and mine.”

“I wanted into her damn mind…and if I had to hurt her to achieve that.
I would.”
“She was too much for me.
Too much work, too much temptation, far too much addiction.”









"Money is what guided their separate fates. Money is what brought them together. And money is what ultimately destroys them."
Pennies is the first book in the Dollar Series and once again I am awestruck by the fantastical writing of Pepper Winters! When I first read the blurb, I was, of course, intrigued and I immediately mentally prepared myself for "another" captor/captive romance. Brace yourself readers....this is not what you think it is! Read all the reviews you want but be forewarned NOTHING can prepare you for Elder Priest! You have been warned!
"FREEDOM. Such a modest word. It carried very little importance for those who had it."Tasmin, also known as Pimlico, was 18 when she was taken from her home and thrust into hell. She is bought and sold to a devil who does the unthinkable. Although physically she is beaten down and wasting away, mentally she is fighting. Emotionally the battle wages on and yet, as time passes Tasmin refuses to give up.
"He hasn't broken me. He will never break me. And soon, I will be free."

"The sharp thrill knowing I could do anything I wanted to her....I could hurt her, fuck her, treat her with no bloody respect."Elder enters the scene ready to complete a business transaction with an associate when he meets Pimlico. The slave, the "whore", the "property", the dog....! He is intrigued, and a connection is made. The spark that ignites between Elder and Pimlico isn't about love. It isn't about passion. It is something that even Elder (nor Pimlico) can identify and yet; it is something that must be explored.
"A penny for your thoughts."Pimlico's master is less than enthused with Elder's interest in his property. As Pimlico battles for her survival, Elder faces an internal battle over his drive to discover what it is about Pimlico that is drawing him in. But is that draw strong enough to motivate him to rescue Pimlico?
"Battle lines had been drawn, and I had an awful feeling it'd been because of me."

"You belong to me."Told in dual POV, Pennies contains a well-constructed plot with layers upon layers of moments riddled with raw intensity. It is brutal, violent, and utterly heartbreaking. Pimlico's complexity lies with her age and inexperience. Because her life was stolen from her before she had the chance to live it, she is completely disconnected to anything related to physical pleasure. The moment Elder awakens just a hint of desire in her it triggers hope for Pimlico. This hope is life or death for her. Elder's mysterious past and sexy demeanor is just another element of this plot waiting to be explored. The pacing was steady, and I found myself gripping my Kindle and holding it tight throughout every single moment of this read. Elder is not a good man, and yet, he finds a piece of good in Pimlico. Does that good contain enough light to wash away the darkness that exists in this man?
















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From that day onward
He called me his prized possession

“You are no longer that slut. You’re my slut. You’ve been given the name Pimlico, and from now on, that’s all you are. Got it? You’re name-less, family-less, and mine.”
“He moved like liquid as if he held the power to drown everyone with a mere drop or eradicate entire landscapes with a tsunami.”
“You think I’m a nice guy who will treat you with more respect than the men that marked you?”

“But I wasn’t a nice man. I was a tormentor. A killer. A thief.”
“Sometimes, it isn’t what’s spoken that is the loudest reply.”

“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.”




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'I wasn't a nice man.
I was a tormentor. A killer. A thief.
And I wanted to steal her courage drop by fucking drop.'
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My heart did its best to shrug off its death shroud and find hope once again. For so long, it'd packed up its stepladder and parachute, settling in for guerrilla warfare as I stayed alive by following fucked-up rules. But not, it shook off dust and battle debris, glowing with tentative crimson
My heart bucked like a bronco until I promised I'd wrap it in a noose to perform the gallows' jig if it didn't stop.
My skin broke out in fire and frost, battling for supremacy.
His smile was a shark.
His slave girl obeyed him, but she hated him with the death of a thousand shadows
Instead of rising to leave, Mr. Prest reclined comfortably on the settee. The squeak of expensive leather acted as a chorus bar on the appalling music still raining.
The moment we made eye contact, my breath evaporated, and every vein attached to my heart popped free like a hose, spraying heated blood in scattered rivers in my chest.


Hunting was a lot of fun. Just like thievery. The trick to pulling off a great heist was to gain the trust of your intended victim first.

I didn’t have a saviour when I’d needed one. I had no intention of being a saviour to someone else.
“A penny for your thoughts, silent one. Perhaps, today you’ll speak.”
“Sometimes, it isn’t what’s spoken that is the loudest reply.”
I’d seen her once. Touched her once. Once would have to be enough. Because a man like me could never have a second chance. It was my most unbreakable law.

“I’m not the hero in this story, Pimlico. I’m another villain. You’d do best to remember that.”

