Kylie Scott has been a favourite author of mine for quite some time and I was super excited (but also nervous) to read The Rich Boy... Thankfully, it didn't disappoint!
I absolutely loved it! And it is therefore a pleasure to be taking part in the blog tour today!
Read on for my review and an excerpt.
But how can I be expected to resist a man who can quote Austen, loves making me laugh, and seems to be everything hot and good in this world?
Only there’s so much more to him than that.
Billionaire playboy? Check.
Troubled soul? Check.
The owner of my heart, the man I’ve moved halfway across the country to be with, who’s laying the world at my feet in order to convince me to never leave? Check. Check. Check.
But nobody does complicated like the one per cent.
This is not your everyday rags-to-riches, knight-in-shining armor whisking the poor girl off her feet kind of story. No, this is much messier.
~ 354 pages
The Rich Boy is classic Kylie Scott packed full of insta-feels, humour, sizzling chemistry and heart.
Alice is working as a waitress and I'd say she's a little bit lost as to what to do with her life.
Beck, the new super hot busboy, and Alice hit it off in a big way but Beck has secrets.
Before long (a few chapters in) you find out what Beck's deal is and Alice has to make a choice to take a chance on something that could be incredible or to continue drifting along.
Obviously, she chooses to take the chance and we get swept along with her - a normal girl - into the world of the super-rich.
There are weird family dynamics, family drama, elitist muppetry, and ex-girlfriends to contend with as Alice learns how to live in Beck's world and she handles it beautifully.
I really liked Alice and how she was willing to compromise in order to fit in but wasn't blinded by the wealth and managed to be her own person.
Beck is an absolutely swoon-worthy character who found something special in Alice and refused to let her go. He goes above and beyond trying to make her happy and I loved him for it.
I had to suspend reality a bit for the premise of this book to work for me (which could be an issue for some) but it was absolutely worth it. It is a lovely piece of escapist heaven.
Beck's family is full of weird and wonderful characters and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't desperately hoping for a follow-on book featuring Beck's brother, Ethan!
The Rich Boy left me warm, giddy and happily buzzing so I definitely recommend to my fellow contemporary romance lovers!
“You haven’t told me your story,” he says once we’re seated in a booth and have ordered.
“I finished my degree and realized it was basically good for nothing and there were next to no jobs available anyway. Or at least nothing that appealed. Teachers and librarians are fighting for every scrap of funding they can get while newspapers are folding. The publishing industry is going through serious cutbacks. Majoring in English Lit may have been a mistake.” I shrug. Truth is, I got stuck for various reasons. But this explanation is easier to swallow. “Figured if I was going to wind up serving then I’d like to do it somewhere I can walk along the beach now and then, without getting stuck in traffic for hours.”
He nods. “Makes sense.”
“I thought so. I’ll figure out what I want to do with my life eventually.”
“No rush. Good that you can take the time and space to figure things out for yourself without anyone pressuring you.”
“Just the student loans hanging over my head,” I say.
His answering smile is brief and small. “Grow up around here?”
“Close enough, San Bernardino,” I say. “What about you?”
“No, I’m half a country away from home and intend to keep it that way. Though maybe half a country away is still too close. I hear Iceland’s nice this time of year.”
I raise my brows in question.
“Family.” He shrugs. “What can you do?”
The waitress delivers our food, filling up the table with Beck’s order of half of the breakfast menu. Without hesitation, he proceeds to devour it all. If I ate that much, my ass wouldn’t fit in the seat.
“Want some?” He offers me a forkful of pancake, dripping with syrup. “It’s good.”
“I’m fine with my burger. Thanks.” And I’m curious as heck about his family, but pressing him further wouldn’t be polite. Dammit.
“So what are my future wife’s favorite hobbies and or interests?”
“Hmm.” I stick a fry in my mouth and chew, thinking it over. “Reading, films, music…the usual. You?”
“Lots of things.”
“I don’t know…hiking, rock climbing. Stuff like that.”
“So basically I like to sit still and you’re all about being busy and athletic. We have nothing in common.”
“No. Wait. I can change,” he jokes. “Give me another chance.”
“You shouldn’t have to change.” I swirl another fry in some ketchup. “I’m sure you’re perfectly fine just as you are.”