I received a free ARC from BookSirens, and this review is voluntary
As the talent-arm of the art dealer trio, Mr. Green finds artist Terra Desmarais, and uproots her simple life in the country to work, and make art in New York City. With Mr. Silver being the financier, and Mr. Black notable for his oral persuasion, Terra finds herself now engulfed in a world unlike she had back home, with danger lurking around every corner, which is generated by the greed rising within the art dealers. Cedric is another artist caught up within this collective, unsure of his own abilities at times, but with the knowledge that something about this scene he's involved in just isn't right. Something beyond the art is lurking about, waiting for its moment strike.
I don't know much about art, or paintings, but I know what I feel when my four eyes set sight to them, and in comparison, as I've finished this book, I take note of how I feel, and the presence of the energy on the pages. There were underlying themes within the overall narrative that spoke to certain social issues. For example, the treatment of the women that were artists. Their value was tied to their ability to produce. Molded to be like machines with consistent output rather than allowing their soul to mark the blank spaces into something beautiful, which is to take away the very essence of art itself, and to devalue the traits, characteristics and identity of the women sitting behind the canvas. They speak through their art, and that type of value doesn't have a number attached to it.
I didn't expect the ending, but it was what we call just desserts.