Title: Paper Dolls (Falling Paper, #1) by Ketley Allison
Publication date: November 12th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
It’s too bad for Scarlet that no matter how sweet a person is, fate can still screw you over.
Now she’s jaded, half of her torn away and the remainder flesh and bones. In her grief, all Scarlet wants to do is to rebel against the life that betrayed her and her roommate provides the perfect lure…
Scarlet awakens when she enters the New York City underground, where vice and fortunes thrive. Hustling, trickery and savagery allow her to discover her true self—-her forgotten soul reemerging. She just can’t promise it’ll come back pure.
It won’t matter that there is a shadow in her periphery. Theo Saxon thinks he can save Scarlet from a world she craves and protect her from the very elements he’s spawned from. But it’s through his unwitting instruction that Scarlet will become a part of his league and find the danger he wants so badly to keep to himself.
Scarlet thinks the stakes are within her control. But she won’t just be betting her heart on Theo and his seductive sins. She will wager her life.
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About the Author
Ketley Allison began her creative career by writing books as birthday presents for her friends (with her friend as the main character and opposite a super sexy lead, of course) before ending it in order to walk down a path she thought she was supposed to follow.
The writing bug never left her—and, in fact, would often bleed into the official papers she was supposed to write—so now Ketley’s putting down her suit and finally following her dream. While her friends are no longer the stars of her books, she still throws in bits and pieces of them into each and every one of her characters.
As a result, her books tend to focus a lot on friendships as well as love, because let’s be honest, friends are what really get you through—especially when your epic love turns into epic heartbreak.
“So what now?” I grimaced at my next thought. “That was a lot of money I lost. I must owe someone.”
“Tell me you liked it,” Kai said. “Poker.”
I thought back, through that red curtain, heavy with glittering tapestry and gold invitation, and into that room, dark, musky, dirty with temptation. The plaster was cracked, years of cigar smoke and bad breath burned into its bones, the bar cheap and sticky with varnish, the women overdone and the men underdone, grease and sweat the predominant facial foundation of choice. But stepping inside and finding a table, perching at the edge of gluttony and dealing in plastic and speed, I felt what they all did.
“I loved it.”
“Good.” Kai slid the word around like he’d just savored particularly rich caviar. “And yes, you do have a debt to pay. To me.”
He helped me to my feet and took the stairs, and I fell in behind him, grumbling at his back. “This is so messed up. What if I walked out with double the chips and threw them in your face instead?”
“But you didn’t,” he said over his shoulder.
“Oh, screw you.”
“Anyway,” he said once we reached the top. “You’ll pay me back, easy.”
“I’ll pick up more shifts,” I said.
“Scarlet.” He laid a hand on my shoulder, speaking as though he were telling a toddler the facts of life. “You’re not going to pay me back in tips.”
He beamed. “You’ll pay me back in winnings.”