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300 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 18, 2016
“His voice fell dark and low. “I told you you are worth more than pennies, yet you cling to a dollar as if it’s the sum of your value.”
“I don’t understand you, silent one, but I will.”
"I'm Pim-sick and it's not a good illness to have."
“Give me what I want, and this will be a lot easier on you. Don’t, and you’ll rue the day you refused.”
“Pim was a shooting star. She wasn’t free, but she was beautiful in her quest to find peace.”
“Here I was human...a girl. Here, I was someone not something.”
“Elder Prest was the most dangerous man I’d ever known. Not because he could kill me whenever he chose, but because he had the power to steal so much more than just my life. He could steal my heart.”
"He created love but violence at the same time."
"I was alone. I was tiny. I was no one. Live or die; the world wouldn't know or care."Pim Lico is a mystery just waiting to be solved. Now broken, she doesn't know how to exist. Elder has brought Pim to his home on the sea. The boat becomes her new sanctuary. With medical help, food, clothing, Pim doesn't know what to do. As the desire to survive and the desire to die continue to do battle, Pim clings to one truth. She is alive. She is not dead.
"...another step, placing himself behind me, aligning our pieces as if we belonged to the same chessboard with a long lost king and queen."Elder Priest is a man with a past. He is a mystery. Like Pim, he is twisted and broken inside. He brought Pim to his home to figure out who she is. The desire to know what happened to her consumes him. As Pim invades his every thought, their physical coexistence invades his heart. Pim awakens the beast that has been locked up for so long. Elder is physically drawn to Pim, but it is the emotional pull that overwhelms and destroys him. Elder knows he should set her free, but he can't seem to let her go.
"A connection breathed between us now that had no words but was so fucking strong."Told in dual POV, Dollars is a stark contrast from Pennies. The brutal torture has passed and now it is the calm before the next storm. The pacing is slow as every emotional moment is felt to it's fullest. The psychological breakdown for both Pim and Elder is gradual as both discover a semblance of peace within each other. As the sexual attraction continues to undulate between them, slivers of Elder's past are revealed. In addition to the glimpses of the monster we have seen, a tortured kindness exists deep within the layers of Mr. Priest. I felt every ounce of frustration, pain, and sexual tension laced through every piece of dialogue both spoken and unspoken. With the explosive conclusion of Dollars the questions remain unanswered, the mystery is more complex, and the saga of Pim Lico and Elder Priest is only now just beginning.
“And if he wasn’t like the others, how could I predict what he wanted?”
“You owe me, Pimlico. I told you I wasn’t the hero.”
“I want to fuck you.” His hips thrust again. “I want to hurt you.”
“I need to live in the moment. The future I cannot control.”
He was the epitome of calculated and gorgeous. A man not to mess with. A killer never to disrespect.
A part of you was stolen, and you might never get that back. But what you will get in return is someone so much stronger than the rest of us. Someone who has lived damnation and survived.
I was alive because of him.
I was becoming more than Pim because of him.
"The moment we met, our choices were stolen from us. Yours because I've decided to control your fate. And mine because you've decided to deny me what I want.
"I'II tell you a few secrets of my own, silent one. I steal because I'm good at it. I steal because I get pleasure from it. You are my possesion, and once stolen, I don't relinguish what is mine -to anyone. And this-" he waggled the wallet. "İs how easy I take things that don't belong to me."
I was right.
Elder Prest was the most dangerous man I'd ever known.
Not because he could kill me whenever he chose, but because he had the power to steal so much more than just my life.
He could steal my heart.
"The thrill was part of the reason why I stole you. I wanted you, and he wouldn't give me the option to pay." His body tightened. "But I also stole you because it was the right thing to do. Sometimes, stealing is wrongness wrapped up in right." His eyes tightened with age-old despair, dragged into his own black memories. "Sometimes, being bad is the only thing you can to do save the good in your life. And sometimes, no matter how bad you are, even wrongless can't fix it."
He was a mystery, but now I knew his weakness.
His weakness is my weakness, just in different ways.
He had to conjure music. I had to run from it.
I warned you, Pimlico. I fucking warned you not to push me. You pushed and pushed, and I can't fucking take it anymore.
She'd been in my head.
I'd been in hers.
A connection breathed between us now that had no words but was so fucking strong.
I'm Pim-sick and it's not a good illness to have.
"You hold all the power in this situation, Pim. One little word and all my fucking secrets are yours.
"So don't feel shame for showing me what you're worth. I already know you're worth and it's a lot fucking more than just sex."
He wasn't a gentleman.
He wasn't refined.
He was chaos and uncultured and dying to be free to invoke whatever calamity he needed to inflict.
“I’d asked for a night with her because I was fucking attracted to her-not to her skinny body and abuse, but to the soul inside.”
“Killing didn’t faze me. Stealing a bleeding, dying woman didn’t increase my heart rate. I’d done worse, seen worse lived through worse.”
“Her very injuries were what made her fucking stunning.”
“Sometimes, being bad is the only thing you can do to save the good in your life.”
“And there was no escape with water as her new prison and me as her new jailer.”