Today I’m featuring Wild Violet by Vivian Winslow. I’m reviewing yet another book from this great erotic romance author so continue reading for more information on the story, author, and my thoughts about this new installment to the series.
The Vi Trilogy, #1
The Gilded Flower Series, #7
Genre: Erotic Romance
Wild Violet is the first installment of The Vi Trilogy of the Gilded Flower Series. Appearing in The Lily and Dahlia Trilogies of the Gilded Flower Series, Violet Rai, or Vi, is Lily and Dahlia Baron’s sharp-witted BFF, who is always up for a party and a hot guy. But, in The Dahlia Trilogy, there are hints that Vi’s world is quickly coming apart, and her dark secret is about to be exposed.
In this flashback story, Vi, the strikingly beautiful daughter of an Indian business magnate and English supermodel, is enjoying a privileged lifestyle in New York City while a college student at NYU. Yet, in her senior year, Vi learns that her strict and traditional father intends to force upon her an arranged marriage and a career working for his conglomerate in Dubai. When Vi is paired with sexy Spaniard, Andrés Costas, in her ballet class, not only does she find herself falling for him, but he introduces her to a shockingly different world—one that offers her the prospect of escaping her father’s plans, but at a price.
Sweat drips down Vi’s chest as they finish the barre work. Despite every window being open, there’s no respite from the heat for the dancers who pack in the two adjoining studios. Even in the summer, the class is full of people trying to keep up their skills for possible auditions, with the exception of Vi who does it because it’s one of the only times she’s able to feel happy and free. She takes in the mix of people as she gulps down her water—men and women, mostly in their twenties, although some teenagers who look like they could be ten years-old, the majority of them beautiful, and all of them with absolutely gorgeous dancer bodies. She tosses her water back into her bag and takes her place in front of the mirror.
“Today, half of you go there,” the instructor says in a thick French accent, making a slicing motion with his arm to divide the class and pointing to the other space. The dancers move obediently. Monsieur Renard appears to be about sixty-five and has perfectly coiffed silver hair that goes well with his perfect posture. Despite being dressed in pants and a collared shirt, he doesn’t have a drop of sweat on him. “The rest of you will be paired off. Pas de deux.”
Vi searches the room for a partner. This isn’t what she signed up for today. She likes M. Renard’s class because he demands perfection and complete control from his dancers. Every position, hip movement and alignment always has to be just right. It forces her to focus, to allow her thoughts and self-doubt to melt away and for those ninety minutes to just be. But it’s too late to leave. She doesn’t back down from a challenge.
“Mademoiselle Rai,” M. Renard points to her. “Why are you not with someone? Or is your partner invisible?” He chuckles and turns to talk to the pianist.
She smiles back and with her hands on her hips says, “Seems no one finds me worthy to be his partner. Perhaps you would like to be my partner, Monsieur Renard.”
He smiles and laughs, revealing yellow teeth stained from cigarettes and coffee. “Mademoiselle Rai, if I were younger, I would have you for a partner and you would not forget that experience.” He approaches her and says, eyeing her up and down, “Malheureusement, my youth is gone and the women along with it.” Not taking his eyes off Vi, he reaches out toward the right with his arm and snaps his fingers. “Monsieur Costas. Dance with Mademoiselle Rai. You are both beautiful. You will fit well together.”
Pointing to the girl who was originally paired with him, M. Renard instructs her, “You go dance with the others.”
Vi glances over at her new partner gliding toward her, ignoring the dirty look from the female dancer.
As soon as he reaches her, he places his hands on her waist and says, “You’re the lucky one who gets to dance with me today.”
She chuckles as she moves her feet and arms into fifth position. “The same can be said of you, Monsieur Costas.”
After devouring the Dahlia Trilogy from the Gilded Flowers series, I was more than happy to get into Wild Violet. I’m happy to inform I was not disappointed.
Vi, as her friends call her, is such a complex character. Yet, she’s so likable. In the Dahlia Trilogy I wasn’t sure what the deal with her was. Or what mysteries hid behind the outspoken English gal. Thankfully, Wild Violet begins to ease us into Vi’s life and a things changed rapidly for me.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure whether I liked her or not in the previous books, but in Wild Violet, I begin to see a new side of her. What appeared to me as a snobbish exterior is really a defense mechanism. She’s not as rough around the edges as I found myself believing, and instead, she’s a strong-minded, iron-willed woman with a lot to prove to herself, and her jerk of a father.
As I’ve come to learn with the Gilded Flowers series, we often meet hot, sexy, passionate guys the girls end up hooking up with, but my absolute favorite so far has to be Andres. Yes, I know he comes with his package, and his line of work is not something I’m too agreeable with, but damn if he didn’t warm his way into my heart.
At first, when Violet met him, I thought nothing positive of his personality, but he grew on me. Okay, so I had the wrong impression of him in the beginning, thinking he was some kind of childish stalker or something, but as their interaction progressed, I realized he was anything but juvenile. Quite the contrary, actually. He turned out to be so sweet, and, in some ways, so good for Violet. Slowly, his easygoing, attentive, sincere, and swoon-worthy persona hit just the right nerve with me. Next thing I know, I’m secretly hoping Andres and Violet will end up together—indefinitely.
While I might not get the happy ending I’m hoping for between these two characters, I’m so glad I indulged in this story and yes, I cannot wait for the next book to come out to continue on where Wild Violet left off.
Looking forward to more of Vi, and her set of fervent gentlemen.
Vivian Winslow was born and raised in Southern California. Before becoming a writer, she made a career out of moving around the world every couple of years thanks to her husband’s job. She currently lives in New York City with her husband and two elementary school age children, and is grateful to finally have a place to call home for more than two years. New York is the perfect city to indulge her love of shopping, the arts and especially food. If she’s not at home writing or running around the city with her kids, you’ll most likely find her indulging in pizza on the Lower East Side or having a cocktail at her favorite bar in Alphabet City. That said, she’s still a California girl at heart and would gladly trade in her heels for a pair of flip-flops to catch a sunset on the beach.