WHORE by Willow Aster

“I need a reason to exist.”

Beautiful, intelligent, independent, strong-willed, wealthy—Lilith Fontenot seems by all appearances, to have it all. But that’s not how the highest paid prostitute in New Orleans sees herself.

A stain on society. A scourge. A waste. Outsider. Prisoner…

Any idyllic dream of the normal life she may have once imagined, Lilith buried long ago. Her only plan now is survival.

But mob boss Nico Santelli and community center owner Soti Christos have not given up on Lilith. Each has his own very specific, very opposing, plans for her, and neither will rest until it becomes a reality.

WHORE is a singularly bracing take on an ancient tale of tireless love, betrayal, and the possibility of redemption.

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If I hadn't been a Willow fan before, I most definitely am now.

From the very first lines of the book, I was stuck.  And not like super glue stuck ripping my skin kind of stuck,  I was completely engrossed and there was no, "I'll just set this book down and finish it later."

Willow's words haunted me, taunted me, and flaunted me.  No one can write like this woman.  To me, it was blindingly obvious that Willow was meticulous, patient, and took the time needed on this Whore.  This was not a cheap corner $1 whore.  (Wouldn't that be ironic if this book was $0.99?  I don't think it is and I don't care what the price is.  But my analogy would have been amazing.)

I admit, I judged the book by the title and was thrown by the complexity and depth of a book with one simple word.  It's so much more.

Lick it up, baby.  Lick.  It.  Up. 

Wait!  I mean that in a good way.  

Read it up, baby,  Read.  It.  Up.