Camille Roberts is in her mid-thirties and has absolutely no career skills whatsoever. If you were engaged to a man worth about fifty million dollars, you wouldn’t need them either. The downside – her fiancé, Anthony Davis, is fifty-seven and seems to have not one ounce of sexual interest in her. Possessed of a strong sex drive, Camille is determined to have one final, hot, sexual fling before consoling herself with all that money. In Jamaica, with a first name only and a mask to hide her identity, Camille has a night of wild sex with a gorgeous man she meets at a party. But the wedding is still on as she races back to the United States the next morning.
The stranger from the party is not an escort like Camille assumes. Not only is Harry Britton the son of the Guyana Prime Minister, but he is also an exceptionally wealthy attorney. Once he discovers that the woman who has captivated him in one night is nothing more than a scheming, gold-digger, all bets are off as Harry sets out to teach Camille a lesson she will never forget. When Camille learns the extent of Harry’s deception, Harry might be the loser in his own game and be left standing with a broken heart.
Niqui Stanhope’s She’s Gotta Have It is a devilishly entertaining good novel. From the exciting title line to the very last punctuation mark, this story delivers a thrilling plot that will have readers entranced. Stanhope charms readers with her gift of storytelling.
The witty banter that flows between Camille and Harry is laughter and wit at its finest. The visual idea of Camille trying to talk Harry into reinventing himself and showing some ambition is hilarious. Harry and Camille are an ideal couple, and Jamaica is the perfect setting for their romance.
Now that I’ve had it Ms. Stanhope, I definitely want some more. When is your next novel coming out?