“A scandal is the last thing my family needs. But a scandal is what we’re going to give them. And oh, what a beautiful chaos it will be.”
Wow, just wow. Scandalous was well worth the wait, in my eyes. I just love those HotHoles and couldn’t think of anything better than delving into Trent’s story and… I mean seriously, with a cover like that, how could I not. Right?
L. J. Shen has really saved the best for last, so much so that I took my time devouring every word written. To say that I’m sad we’ve come to an end of the HotHoles journey would be an understatement, but you know what they say, all good things must come to an end. This series, even though each book is a complete standalone, has been immortalised as one of my favorite series of all time. I had a distinct feeling Trent’s story would leave me breathless, I just couldn’t fathom the extent to which it did.
Edie is a broken and lost girl who will do absolutely anything she can in order to survive, but she is clearly not stupid. Edie has been accepted into a number of out of town universities, some of which are Ivy League, but nothing on this earth can make her accept and attend any of them, especially not her wealthy, cold and cutthroat father. As a result of her decision not to go to college, Edie’s father has informed her she will come to work with him at Fiscal Heights Holdings.
“You make me feel wild. Fearless. Like I’m someone. Someone strong”
Trent Rexroth (AKA The Mute) has not had an easy life and knows all too well what it’s like to struggle, but along with the help of his best friends, he has worked darn hard to achieve what he has to date. Trent is calculating, ruthless and is called The Mute for a reason. He speaks very little, but he doesn’t really have to, his eyes and his demeanour say it all. Sometimes it’s the quietest ones who have the most to say. From an outsiders point of view Trent appears to have it all; wealth, luxury and his pick of any woman at his disposal, but things aren’t always as they appear though.
“I was opening up to someone who wasn’t my parents or my three friends, feeling the walls of something disastrous closing down on me.”
Trent is a single dad to his beautiful three year old daughter Luna, who actually doesn’t speak at all. Her silence could all come down to the fact that her mom took off and she hasn’t seen her since. Having your mom desert you and never look back can have lasting psychological effects on a child and she doesn’t speak as a result. Trent’s love, compassion and patience he demonstrates when it comes to Luna is nothing short of awe-inspiring.
Scandalous to me is… EVERYTHING. It took me on a wild ride from start to finish and I just could not put it down even if I wanted to. I absolutely loved everything about this story from the writing, the characters, the emotion and the angst.
“We stared at each other, almost smiling. What a fucking way to break my rules, with a girl who was both at my mercy and tasted of betrayal.”
The feels were real and everything these characters endured I felt deep down to my core. Stories or series like this epitomise why I love to read so much; especially allowing me to escape reality and get so invested in the story and the characters that I feel everything they do.
I would talk the ear off of anyone who would listen to me about the magnitude of awesomeness that is the Sinners of Saints series. I have to say that out of all the Characters within the series, Edie and Trent have to be my favorites. Trent, because of his profound love of his family and the way he has overcome his past and struggles and Edie, who is so mature beyond her years, strong and determined (serious wow factor).
So as I write this review, it is also with a heavy heart, because we have come to the end of an epic series. I know without a doubt that these characters I have met along my journey will stay with me forever. If you are yet to meet the HotHoles, then I’m jealous because you get to experience how awesome this series is for the first time. I obviously loved it and obviously could not recommend it enough.
Trent’s gaze cut to mine and stopped when his grays met my blues. The fading noise of Vicious barking at people to move along, and my father finally letting go of my arm to move toward Jaime and Dean—probably trying to gain both allies and sympathy—died down.
“I don’t like you,” Rexroth whispered under his breath, his voice harsh.
“I never asked you to.” I shrugged.
“You won’t be working here.” His arm brushed my shoulder, but I didn’t think it was by accident. I let loose a sugary smile, scanning his face and torso for no other reason other than to taunt him. “Good, you’ll be doing me a favor. My father is the one forcing me to work here. He’s pissed I turned down five Ivy League colleges. Remind me, Mr. Rexroth—which top tier university did you attend for your degree?”
The low blow was supposed to retrieve some of my lost dignity, but bile burned my throat, shotgunned from my stomach. Trent Rexroth was known in Todos Santos as an exhilarating success story, rising from the gutters of San Diego. He went to a shitty state college that accepted even the illiterate, working as a janitor on campus after hours. Those were given facts he’d recited himself in an interview for Forbes.
Had I really just tried to make him feel less worthy because he wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth? It made me sicker than wearing my mother’s designer garbs.
Trent smiled, leaning into my body, into my soul. His smirk was more frightening than any scowl, frown, or grimace I’d ever seen. It threatened to tear me apart and sew me back together however he pleased.
“Edie.” His lips were dangerously close to my ear. A delicious shiver moved down my spine. Something warm rolled inside of me, begging to unknot and flower into an orgasm. What was happening, and why the hell was it happening? “If you know what’s best for you, you will turn around and leave right now.”
I elevated my head to meet his gaze and showed him my version of a grin. I was born and raised in a world of intimidating rich men, and I’d be damned if I go down like my mother—addicted to xanax, Gucci, and a man who paraded her on his arm for a short, glorious decade before keeping her solely for public appearances.
“I think I’m going to go find my desk now. I’d wish you a good day, Mr. Rexroth, but I think that ship has sailed. You’re a miserable man. Oh, and one for the road.” I fished for a Nature Valley bar in my mother’s purse and plastered it to his hard, muscled chest. My heart slammed into my neck, fluttering like a caged bird.
I hurried after my father as he glided down the vast, golden-hued hallway, not daring to look back. Knowing I’d started a war and arrived unequipped. But I also knew something else that gave me a surfer’s rush—if I could slam the final nail in my employment coffin and make Rexroth vote against me, I’d be off the hook.
I had just the plan for it. All I had to do was act like a brat. Game on.
About the Author:
L.J. Shen resides in sunny California with her husband, son, chubby cat and wild, wild dreams.
Her passion is to write badass stories, sushi, UFC and her awesome family and friends (not in this order, though. Obviously, sushi comes before writing. Oh, and also the family part.)
She spend the first half of her twenties traveling the world and is now paying all the fun with extra shifts in front of her MacBook. Feel free to contact her on her Facebook page. She loves to hear from her readers.