My story will not endear me to you and,
frankly, I could care less if it does because I’m in this for the money and
nothing else. There’s nothing redeeming about me. I’m a corrupt, money hungry,
immoral asshole from Los Angeles. I’m every man’s worst nightmare and every
girl’s fantasy.
I’m Spencer Blackwell...And this is the story
about how I went from the world’s most coveted guy to the guy no one wanted
around and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
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Review
To come!
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Excerpt
Prologue
Greed is a strange, strange sin.
All you want to do is acquire. Acquire money,
acquire material, acquire time, acquire energy, acquire attention. The running
mantra is “I want, I want, I want” but that quickly turns to “I need, I need, I
need.”
Suddenly
there just isn’t enough time for friends, for family, for
anyone. Your goal is to acquire and to make sure what you acquire stays acquired.
Your life depends on it. You don’t see truth because the truth is shadowed by
enormous homes, incredibly fast cars, in lavish spending. Your life no longer
belongs to you, but you are blind to it all because those around you are
seeking the same.
So you shuffle along at an impossible rate, and
you pass the real world around you.
But what you’ll come to realize, altogether too
late, is that it’s never enough. It’s simply never enough.
Chapter One
“It’s confirmed. Peter Knight of Evergreen won’t
approve the acquisition. You know what to do,” my snake of a father told me,
not two steps into his front door.
“I just got off a seven-hour flight. You can’t
let me settle in? Possibly say hello?”
He stood, watching me, a slight tick in his
square jaw. He tucked his hands into his Italian silk pants. His six-foot frame
followed the steps up to the foyer and stopped a few inches away from my own.
We were face to face. Although I fell an inch shorter, he no longer intimidated
me. I knew if I had to, I could kick his ass.
“Hello, Spencer,” he said, a serpent’s smile
spread wide across his mouth before falling flat. “Get to work. I don’t pay you
to sit around. I don’t care if it is your Christmas break.”
We stayed where we were, each waiting on the
other to back down. The tension was palpable. In the end, his face relaxed and
he began to chuckle, stepping aside and making way for me. I picked up my bags and headed
for my room, giving myself plenty of space to pass him without touching him.
When I got to the bottom of the
stairs, I changed my mind and threw my bags on the second to last step,
intending to pick them up later. I stretched my muscles, loving the feel of my
back popping, and started for the kitchen.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he
asked, still standing in the foyer, watching my every move.
“If I don’t say hi to Mom and Bridge, they’ll
think something’s up,” I told him and continued on.
He didn’t respond, but I felt his stare burning
into the back of my head.
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About the Author
Fisher Amelie is the author of The Leaving Series, Callum &
Harper and Thomas & January. She began her writing career as a copywriter
for an internet marketing company wherein one of their client's said, 'Hey!
You're funny. You should write books'. Which in turn she said, 'Hey, get out of
here! This is the lady's restroom.' While washing her hands and the
embarrassment from her face, she thought they may have had a valid point. So, she
took the thousands of hours of writing stories growing up, tucked them into her
pocket and began writing and writing and writing.
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