Filthy Gods (American Gods 0.5) by R. Scarlett
Prelude in the American Gods series.
Young. Wealthy. Elite. Attractive. The gentlemen’s secret society at Yale was filled with them.
And Nathaniel Radcliffe, the bane of my existence, was one of them.
As the right hand of the American Gods, he was conceited and arrogant. A dangerously handsome man in a tailored custom suit and shiny black oxford loafers.
The classroom was our battlefield. We made a sport out of arguing and debating, ready to do anything in order to win over the other.
Deadly opponents, deadlier minds.
I'd sworn I'd never give him the upper hand, until...
The secret I’ve been hiding for the last three years?
He just discovered it… and now he has all the power.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
If a series starts off like this, I am 100% invested in grabbing the rest of the books.
R. Scarlett made the jump from her paranormal series to the start of this new series in the contemporary romance genre. Jump being the wrong word. More like a smooth, seamless, graceful slide.
And she nailed it.
Filthy Gods was just about everything I love in a book. The writing is smooth, descriptive, and thorough. The characters are engaging. The plot is yummy. It's a quicky but not a skippy. That means don't skip it because it's not a full-length novel. You still get all the feels and the layout of all the characters coming in the rest of the series. And plenty of steam. Plenty of chemistry. Plenty of it all.
R. Scarlett has quickly planted herself in my top authors to always pick up. Filthy being right up there and a definite recommended read.