Book: Breaking The Girl
Author: MC Webb
Genre: Dark Romance
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Breaking the Girl by M.C. Webb is a dark story of desire. Two souls collide, breaking open a long forgotten past, and a very tortured present. What drives the lovers closer, may be the very thing the tears them apart.
Axel Stone is a porn star, a highly successful porn star. Now semi-retired and frigidly cold, Axel stumbles through life the only way he knows how – lots of booze and women. With more than 1500 movies over his short career, Axel has slowly removed himself from filming, opting instead to “train” woman for the industry resulting in their near stardom as they emerge onto the adult film sets. Every director wants one of Axel’s girls because Axel’s girls, make money.
And Payton Knight needs money.
Homeless, survivor of a horrific ordeal has left Payton broke and desperate. A chance encounter to meet and be trained by Axel, with the possibility of making enough cash to right her wrongs, Payton jumps at the chance. It doesn’t hurt she is instantly attracted to the leading man. Neither get what they expect and as they both struggle with which reality is less damning, both Axel and Payton pay an ultimate price.
*This novel contains adults content including death and rape. It is for Mature audiences only.
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This book was an emotional, traumatic and at times disturbing read, that got to me on many levels. ~ MI BookShelf
I'd not normally go for a book for this genre but I'm glad it did, its story with stay with me. ~ Goodreads Review
The author did an amazing job; this is one of those books you simply won't be able to put down. The characters were developed beautifully from start to finish and the author captured their inner turmoil and conflicted emotions beautifully throughout. ~ Goodreads Review
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Prologue
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Axel
Metal security bars obscure my view, but don’t completely block out the wandering boy and his dog. Though I avert my gaze, I can still see him in my periphery—dirty bare feet, ragged blue jeans, and faded shirt. His hair is dingy from dirt, but it would probably be dark blond when washed. I have yet to see his eyes clearly but know for certain they are dark and sit slightly sunken while bluish circles surround the lost orbs.
Is he hungry today? Does his heroin addict of a mother know he feeds the mutt his mission food or is she too far gone to care anymore?
Helplessly drawn to the figure, my gaze slowly turns his way to see what’s new today. Like the times before, his is head down and his gait slow as he keeps to the shadows of the buildings. It’s as if he fears the sun’s rays. This nameless boy haunts me for days after I leave the dark confines of Barb’s cramped office, and I know with certainty, today will be no different. I’ll take the image of the homeless preteen with me when our meeting finally ends. I will attempt to approach him again today, offering money and shoes. He will again run from me.
Tinkling giggles pull me back to the business at hand.
“No, no that’s fine with me,” the girl says too eagerly.
The boy leads his shaggy dog down an alley and out of sight.
“Axel?”
Barb’s masculine voice makes my skin crawl, and I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the window. The image looks mean, cold and I know I’ve only grown harsher the past couple of years. Funny how being sober can actually make a person worse in some ways. A white hot pain licks up the side of my neck, creeping, crawling slowly to the center of my left eye where it sits and waits to split my skull open at just the right moment.
“We need you to sign,” Barb says to my back, not at all hiding her impatience.
Giving the alley one last glance, I turn to finish what will be my last contract this summer.
“Almost done, Candi,” Barb tells the girl I’ve spent the last month training with and I suddenly want to laugh.
Almost done?
Not by a long shot.
Yes, this signing is the end of the road with me, but Candi will undoubtedly be in films, lots of them, and she will never be done. This decision will follow her for the rest of her life.
That thought gives me pause and the conversation I tried to tune out of a moment ago becomes much clearer. Taking my seat at the cheap, round table, I ignore the producer, David Magardo, to my left, as well as Barb, the bane of my existence and business partner to my right, focusing straight ahead on Candi. Her bright blue eyes are made even brighter by whatever pill she popped this morning, self-tanning, and platinum blonde hair. Her double-D breasts are on display in her very short, low-cut dress.
The girl would be pretty if not for the heavy makeup and perky role she constantly played. I alone in this room know she’s never happy, sometimes drinks way too much, and cries when she calls home. She’s young—too young to know what she’s doing, yet old enough to choose it all. I’ve prepared her for everything and now, I let her go in peace.
“Did you stipulate you want a companion of your choice on set with you?”
Candi blinks quickly as if the thought escaped her.
“There will always be an assistant to see to her needs, Axel,” Magardo mumbles uncomfortably.
I give the girl a hard stare.
“What he means is his camera guy or his assistant,” I address Candi, ignoring Dave all together. “I told you to request this be added, otherwise you are their property and will be at the mercy of whoever is on set. At least with a companion, they can look out for you if something goes in a direction you are uncomfortable with.”
Like you land in a gangbang with total strangers when you were only expecting girl on girl.
Candi glances uncomfortably at Barb, then Dave.
“Uh, yeah. I need to have someone with me, a friend or someone,” she says uncertainly.
I tap the table absently with my forefinger, knowing all Candi wants is the sign-up money with the promise of more. Dave makes a note on the form and lets Barb, then Candi read it.
“This is less money than it was just a few minutes ago?” Candi says, surprised. “Why is it less?”
Her eyes dart from the pages to Dave, to me, then back to Dave.
“The cost involved in shooting changes if you want a companion with you while you film. The more terms you add and longer this takes, the less I’m willing to offer,” Dave threatens.
Candi’s eyes water ever so slightly and I know what’s coming. Even though I’m a hypocrite, and even though I was one of those strangers on film for countless girls over the course of my career, I fucking hate what she’s about to do.
“I don’t need anyone with me if you will honor the amount from before.”
“Agreed, now get Axel to sign and I can give you the check.”
When the pages are slid to me, I sign, releasing Candi to film at will. I inwardly grimace at the fact I’m most likely the only one in the room who would actually honor a contract. An equally sad and ironic thought, but now I can only eye the door, longing to escape these people and this life for a while.
The boat is ready. The alcohol is stocked, along with the food and my favorite fishing gear. All that’s missing is me.
I hate all of them, I hate all of this. Grinding my teeth, I fight the creeping darkness in my heart.
“Axel?” Barbs pulls me from my musings when the paperwork is complete.
I try to concentrate on the business at hand. Barbara can sense my foul mood and pats her short red hair nervously before smoothing imaginary lines on her black slacks. She attempts to look attractive and professional, and she succeeds to a cheapened degree, but I see her she-devil horns even if no one else does. And just behind her square reading glasses are the coldest, cruelest green eyes I’ve ever seen. Barb will never be more than a briefcase pimp trying to hold on to her youth to me. What was she now? Had to be close to fifty, maybe more. She was in her mid-thirties when I was a teenager just starting in the business.
The crow’s feet around her eyes deepen and my focus sharpens as I realize both she and Dave are staring at me.
“What?” I almost growl.
“We were just wondering if you would consider adding a couple of girls to your schedule. Maybe you could take one with you on your vacation and train her on the boat?”
The word “vacation” left her pencil thin lips like a curse word. Barbara hates me taking time off and fights me tooth and nail every chance she gets.
I understand what she said, the conniving bitch that she is.
“On the boat?”
A female, on a boat with me. That would mean she would have to share my bed and fuck no, that’s not happening. I don’t want anything to do with the girls other than training them, and that is plenty, thank you very much. The very thought of being confined in a small space with one makes my stomach clench with anxiety.
“Uh, no. Again, I have a set schedule, Barb. I’m not changing it. I’m finished working for now.”
I glance to Candi and she gives me a sad smile, knowing everyone is talking around her like she’s not in the room. Once her check was given to her, she was no longer of importance. I give her a narrowed expression, trying to convey the hard truth that, as of now, she’s nothing but a performance act.
Get used to it, sweetheart, it only get worse from here.
About The Author
M.C. Webb is a contemporary author of dark romance. First published in high school, the attention shy writer avoided publication for many years, opting to limit her work locally. Her now widely released bibliography includes the suspenseful "The Black Trilogy" a touch of second chance love in "Second String" and newest spellbinding novel "Breaking the Girl" out Valentines Day 2017. Born in Chatsworth Georgia, M.C. spent most of her childhood in the deep south until landing in the place she calls home today, Knoxville Tennessee. She loves interacting with readers and is a huge supporter of film, football, hockey and the blues.
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Book: Risking It All
Series: Risk Series #3
Author: Caroline Easton
Genre: Contemporary Rock Star romance
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Being at the top of the music charts is an incredible success, but it can also take its toll, as Jake Williams knows all too well. In the years following his success, he's become the classic example of a wasted rock star. When one of his shows turns into a drunken disaster, Jake finally lands himself in a place he never thought he'd see: rehab.
Olivia Holmes is a PA who is just trying to make a living. When the management team of notorious rock star Jake Williams hires her to keep him on track with his sobriety, she jumps at the chance. The job was too good to be true, but there was one minor catch that Olivia didn't anticipate: falling in love with her boss.
Will Olivia be the key to Jake's salvation? Or will he just become another demon of her past?
Risking It All is the exciting new installment in the Risk series.
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Caroline Easton lives in Leeds, West Yorkshire, with her husband and two of her three children. The eldest having flown the nest. She first began writing in 2012, and her first novel, Dancing in the Rain, was published in 2013. Other novels include Taking a Risk and Worth the Risk, both of which are rock star romances.
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• I am a huge super hero fan, Thor is my favourite!
• I count in two’s in my head when I’m stressed.
• I order diet drinks when I eat junk food, to make myself feel less guilty.
• It took me 3 attempts to pass my driving test.
• I hate driving.
• I have no sense of direction, I get lost at the end of my street.
• My favourite film is Cool Runnings.
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Book: Confessed
Series: Untold Stories #3
Author: Eden Rose
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*I hope you're ready for everything that you've been missing. Audrey and Damien are back and the stakes are a lot higher than before. I know you've missed the hotter than Hades sex and the equally hot men. Don't worry, I promise, you won't have to wait any longer. Damien and Audrey won't disappoint you.
My name is Audrey and you've been following me. For the past five years, you have been watching me and waiting to find out what happens next. Your wait is over and its time to confess.
It's time to confess everything that I've been keeping from you and all of those horrible secrets that could implicate me and my family. Everything that you've wanted to know and maybe some that you didn't want to know.
Be careful what you ask for, because you just might get more than you wanted.
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“Tell me what you need,” he whispers to me.
In that moment. I knew exactly what I needed and it’s something that only Damien could give me. I need to be owned. I need the type of sex that is all encompassing and that will totally shut down my brain due to the pleasure.
Deciding to bite my pride back, I whisper in his ear: “I have a place nearby.”
He kisses along my jaw and squeezes me tighter against him. Even though we are in a public place, and outside, I still feel so connected to him. It was like the last five years never happened. Those five years worth of heartache never took place.
“What are you saying?”
“I want to fuck.”
Damien
Hearing her say those words to me is the biggest turn on I have ever heard. I knew I wanted to sink into her hot body when I first saw her across the room but I didn’t think she would ever want to be with me like that again.
I hold her closer to me and grip the back of her thighs in my hands. I’m walking us back to my car and I hope she knows that I’m not letting her go this time. Too much time has passed and I’m not going to let it slide away again.
“Where do you live?” I ask her as I open the door to my BMW convertible. Once it’s open, I slide her into the seat and she buckles up.
“With Garrett,” she says almost as if she’s embarrassed by it.
Knowing that I live alone, I walk around to my side of the car and slip into the driver’s seat. The whole way to my house is quiet and I like it that way. I don’t want to fill the stale and quiet air with useless words that won’t help us in anyway.
By the time I pull into my Victorian styled driveway, she’s looking around at everything. Since I remember how she operates, I know that she likes to be dominated and I miss exerting my control over her. I miss feeling as if I’m the universe to this woman.
Selfishly, I know that I don’t deserve it.
“Let’s go,” I say with power and pull the keys out of the ignition. As I walk over to her side of the car, I’m trying to settle my breathing. I’m so turned on right now and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop myself from coming before I even slide into her.
The walk from the front door to my bedroom is uneventful and I throw her on my bed with a thud. I have her naked before she can even blink.
My hand connects over and over to the flesh of her ass.
I walk around the bed that she’s lying on and I pull hard on my dick. Her ass in the air with my hand prints highlighting her skin.
“Please, Damien. Please,” Audrey begs me and shakes her ass gently in the air for me to see the highlighted reel of her ass.
I can’t help but smile to myself as she begs me. She’s so fucking sexy when she does. It’s been five years since I have been inside her. Five years since I was able to feel her and taste her.
So I have five years worth of time to make up for and I’m going to get off while I’m doing it.
“When I say now, I want you to back your ass into my face so I can suck your clit.”
She begins shaking and I can see her arousal as it floods out of her pussy and coats her lips. My girl still loves it when I talk dirty. Damn, she’s great.
I adjust myself into position and then slap her ass for good measure. Only because her ass is gorgeous and I can. Man, I fucking love this woman.
Her juicy pussy lips were plump and swollen from the orgasm that I’m withholding from her. I’ve waited five years for her, she can wait until I allow her to come. Plus, I want her to squirt all over my dick. Audrey’s mewls and moans only spur me on to tease her even more.
“Now! Fuck my tongue!” I demand and I stick my tongue out in a spear to slip through her coated pussy lips. She tastes sweet and a little musky from me keeping her right on the level of coming.
She’s fucking my face and my dick is painfully hard as it’s pressed against the mattress. He’s begging to come out and sink into her. I know it’s been a while since she last had sex because she’s greedy as fuck right now.
“Please, Damien. Please. Oh my god. Please…” She begs and then lets out a deep bark of frustration.
“Beg me,” I demand as I bite her pussy lip. It’s as juicy as the rest of her but I love that it’s all her. “Tell me how much you missed my dick, my lovely,” I taunt her. I suck her clit into my mouth and lightly bite the bundle of nerves that has her squealing.
“Fuck!” Audrey yells and begins to shake. Her delicious ass bumps against my face and I remove my mouth from her. “No!” She screams out in protest.
I’m a man on a mission. “Beg me. Tell me how much you missed my fucking dick or I won’t let you come. Do it!” I pick up my left hand and then drop it on her ass with a whack.
“God damn, you sadistic asshole!” She yells out and then pushes her face against the pillow to muffle her scream.
A feeling of accomplishment floods over me and I smack her on the ass again. “No need to flatter me,” I retort and bite her pussy lip again. This time, I suck both lips into my mouth and suck them hard enough to have her trying to move away from me. “Damn,” I yell out as her orgasm rushed out of her and she shakes all over. Her come floods my mouth and I push my dick against the bed. “You’re going to pay for that,” I whisper to her.
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Hello! My name is Eden Rose and it’s a pleasure to meet you. I have been writing for a long time and once I picked a topic, I couldn't stop writing. My books are very special to me because in some aspect I have had experience in the subject matter one way or another. I love reading romance but I like the main male lead to be a real bad boy, not one who thinks they are bad.
I live in Michigan with my husband and three fur babies! I can be found taking my dog for walks all over town or in a quiet corner reading. I have two degrees in history and criminal justice from a small private college in Michigan where I also joined a sorority.
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Book: Make Me
Author: Hazel Jacobs
Series: Black Lilith #3
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Harper Styles can’t believe she’s really doing this. It’s one thing to take a job as an escort to pay her way through college. It’s another thing to fly to Ohio and pretend to be some stranger’s girlfriend so he can get through a wedding without his family climbing all over him.
She’s outside of the airport when she meets possibly the most beautiful man she’s ever seen. Later, in the first class lounge, she realizes that this man is her client—Slate, world-famous drummer for Black Lilith.
Slate needs a girlfriend to deflect his parents’ attention from his womanizing, rockstar lifestyle. Unable to convince his best friends to lend him their girlfriends, he’s resorted to hiring an escort to pretend to be his lover and smooth the rough relationship he has with his family.
She asks him for his real name, but he gives her a coy smile that makes her weak at the knees. He also makes it absolutely clear that he will not sleep with a woman he’s paying. As long as she’s technically his employee, he will not take advantage. But the chemistry between them is immediate.
Harper can be anything a man needs, but she’s starting to realize that what Slate really needs is a woman to break through his walls.
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Harper needs a smoke before she kills someone.
Her fingers shake a little as she steps out of the cab and onto the curb outside of JFK Airport. She’d spent most of the drive staring out the window, desperate for something—
Anything to calm her nerves. But they just got louder and more insistent when she starting seeing planes in the air and buses with ‘Airport Express’ written on them. She was really doing this.
The cabby hands her the purple carry-on she’d packed hastily that morning. She thanks him. It’s a bit chilly, even for New York in March, and she pulls her coat tighter around her neck as she fishes in her back pocket for the cabby’s tip.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says, giving her a wink.
For a moment Harper panics. Does he know? Is he expecting—
But then he’s gone, and Harper forces herself to relax. She’s got a heavy black jacket on, and beneath it is a simple flannel and blue jeans. Her black hair is done in gentle waves. She deliberately went for an all-American girl look this morning, even forgoing makeup beyond a little light concealer to hide the sleepless night she’d had. No one can tell what she’s doing here. And even if they could, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of girls take jobs to put themselves through college, and even though this job isn’t the sort of job she’d tell her grandmother about, she refuses to let herself feel ashamed, or dirty, or any of the other words that come to mind when people hear the word ‘escort.’
God, I need that smoke.
She heads for the Departures door and makes a quick detour to the gaggle of people waiting outside, their shoulders hunched in the cold and their fingers curled around cigarettes. There’s a garbage bin overflowing with butts and a general air of desperation as these people suck up as much nicotine as they can before they have to get on a flight. Harper isn’t addicted—she’s a casual, nervous smoker. No personal trainer worth her salt would have anything more than a casual fling with cigarettes.
Harper pulls a packet out of her purse. The lighter she brought with her is a cheap throwaway since she knows she won’t be able to get it through security. She can buy a new one when she arrives in Iowa.
She’s never been to Iowa before. She had to Google it last night when her boss-madame—she doesn’t know what to call Angelica Spencer—telephoned to tell her that she’d be getting on a plane in the morning. That her first job as an escort would be literally escorting someone to a wedding of all things, and parading as the man’s girlfriend for his friends and family. Harper thinks he must be some kind of big deal since Angelica emailed her an NDA to sign before giving her the plane ticket. The contract didn’t say his name. It just referred to him as ‘the client.’ But whoever he is, Harper feels kind of bad for him.
Is he one of those social outcasts who can’t get a date?
Her lighter won’t work. She keeps flicking it, her fingers shaking with a combination of nerves and cold, and she mutters under her breath as the damn thing spouts sparks but no flames. The cigarette remains unlit between her lips and she almost wants to cry with frustration. This is not the time for this damn lighter to stop working!
“Need a hand?”
Harper looks up at the voice and feels her jaw drop.
The man in front of her is quite frankly—stunning. He’s hidden most of his body under a heavy suede jacket, but Harper’s been working to be a personal trainer for half her life, so she knows an impressive specimen when she sees one. His biceps bulge beneath the fabric, and she doesn’t need to look any closer to know that there are some rock-hard abs hidden under all of his clothes. He looks like the kind of man that guys at the gym keep posters of for inspiration.
But the body is only half of it. His face is strongly defined and casually handsome. Model worthy, she thinks, and sweet Lord what she wouldn’t give to see this guy in an underwear campaign. He’s got blond hair which looks a couple of days away from needing a wash, and eyes the color of dark chocolate.
She realizes she’s staring when those eyes flicker down to the cigarette still dangling from her lips. She recognizes that he’s holding a lighter and it’s immediately clear that she’s acting like an idiot.
“Oh, thanks,” she says, hastily throwing her own cheap lighter in the garbage behind her.
She turns back and the man extends his hand. He flicks the lighter quickly and the flame launches without a problem. Harper gazes at it for just a moment before leaning forward, sucking in a breath of smoke and mint as the cigarette catches light. She glances up and catches him staring at her lips, which are fuller than average and one of her best features.
“Thank you,” she says again, drawing away and taking another drag of smoke, enjoying the way his eyes never leave her mouth. She pulls the cigarette from her lips and blows out a long stream of smoke.
“Pleasure’s all mine,” he replies. Harper grins at the obvious double entendre. “Don’t suppose I can bum a smoke?”
Harper hands him the packet she’s still holding. He takes it from her and their fingers brush, and Harper shivers because neither of them are wearing gloves. He’s got chipped black nail polish, which usually isn’t much of a turn on for Harper, but on this guy it is. Hell, this guy could probably stand there in a unicorn onesie and she’d find it a turn on. He really is a beautiful man.
He lights his cigarette, seemingly exaggerating the movement of his lips and watching her the whole time. Harper obliges him by admiring the show he’s giving her.
“Thank you,” he says, blowing out a stream of smoke and handing her back the packet.
“Pleasure’s all mine,” she replies as she shoves it back into her bag.
He laughs easily. It’s a deep, chesty laugh. If it weren’t for the smoke coming out of his lips, she would have thought that he was a singer. But singers don’t smoke. Then again, she’s going to be a personal trainer, so she isn’t exactly in a position to judge.
“Are you a singer?” she asks.
He frowns with his eyebrows, but the rest of his face smiles. “No,” he says. “Why do you ask?”
“You have a nice voice.”
He stops frowning. “Thank you,” he replies, delighted. “So do you. But I’m not a singer, I’m a drummer.”
“Oh,” Harper says. She observes his muscles again, wondering if it’s a combination of carrying and beating drums that gave them to him. “Professional?”
“On my better days.” He blows out a lungful of air. Even though they’re surrounded by people, Harper feels like it’s just the two of them. He has this way of looking at her which makes her feel as though she’s endlessly fascinating.
“Must be nice.”
“It keeps me off the streets.”
They smile at each other. Harper can’t remember the last time she felt this easy with a guy. She doesn’t think it’s just his smooth moves. Since she moved to New York, she’s had plenty of men give her nice smiles and let their eyes linger. She’s pretty enough, with a slim figure thanks to her routine, but with one of those ‘girl next door’ faces that she despised in high school, but has since become a blessing and a curse. It makes her approachable.
This guy, for some reason, isn’t just flirting which wouldn’t be enough to set him apart from the others who have flirted with her in the past. He’s giving her the courage to flirt back, though how he’s managing it she can only guess. Usually, she’s looking at her feet, wondering what a man wants, wondering whether she wants him, and wondering if there’s something she’s missing or if it’s all a joke. Usually, she needs to know a guy before being flirty with him, which is why she’s only ever dated friends. Men she knew through mutual acquaintances who weren’t afraid to take the lead in romance. But this man just makes her want to smile and keep smiling, and ask him if he wants to get dinner and a movie, like some high school movie cliché.
“What about you?” he asks.
“I’m tone-deaf…” she says, “…and I can’t keep a beat for anything.”
He grins. “I meant what do you do for a living?” he asks.
I have sex with people for money.
Not technically true. She hasn’t had sex for money yet.
Today is her first time—her first client. And she could just tell him that she’s a personal trainer even though she’s not certified. Yet. Only one year left, and if the mountain of student loans weren’t looming over her like a monster from a fairy-tale, she would have been excited about it. Instead, here she is, getting ready to board a plane with a stranger and fly to Iowa with him. He’ll probably keep her ‘working’ all weekend. She wishes she’d asked Angelica to give her a one-nighter first. A man who just wanted to fuck and leave. How is she supposed to pretend to be a man’s girlfriend in front of his family if she doesn’t know him?
Thinking about that makes her look at her watch. When she sees the time, she panics.
“Shit,” she says, taking one last drag of her cigarette and throwing the butt in the garbage. The man she was talking to looks confused. “Sorry… I’ve got to, ah… sorry…”
She grabs her purple carry-on bag and speed-walks toward the doors.
“Hey, wait!” the guy calls after her.
“I gotta go I’m gonna be late—”
“What’s your name?”
Despite her instincts—she’s never going to see him again, what’s the point in looking back—she turns her head to see him watching her go in confusion. He’s still got the cigarette in his hand. Now that she’s looking at him from a distance, she realizes he’s got a battered brown backpack at his feet.
“Harper!” she calls back before she can think of a reason not to. She’s never going to see him again. And it’s just a first name. But it feels good to think that he’ll have something to call her in his head if he ever thinks about her again. All she’ll have is ‘the sexy drummer,’ which is maybe for the best considering what she’s about to do.
Then she’s passing through the doors and all but running to the check-in counter. She’s got a client to meet at the bar of the American Airlines lounge, and she can’t afford to be late.
She checks her ticket again to make sure she hadn’t dreamed up the First Class designation. Whoever her client is, he’s generous enough to buy a hooker an expensive seat.
Stop calling yourself that. You’re an escort, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
She repeats the sentiment over and over as she joins the First Class queue at the American Airlines desk, though there’s a small part of her that wonders if the men surrounding her in business suits can tell. Maybe she shouldn’t have gone for all-American. Maybe high class would have helped her blend in more.
Her ticket is under her own name. Harper Lee Styles. Her mother thought ‘Harper Lee’ was a good idea at the time. But Harper reminds herself that she will need to introduce herself as Tiffany. That’s the name Angelica picked out for her.
What a cliché, she thinks to herself as she hands over her ID and is waved through to security clearance.
A few minutes in security and an aggressive pat down from one of the lady guards, and she’s speed-walking to the American Airlines airport lounge. She checks her watch again and breathes a sigh of relief. She’s early. She doesn’t need to meet her client for another ten minutes.
She slows down so she can savor this moment. It’s not every day she gets to go into an airport lounge. She wishes her mom and dad could see her now. Then she remembers how she got the First Class seat, and decides that it’s probably best they can’t. She just wishes she’d finished that cigarette.
The lounge is all done up in blue and white and the chairs look ridiculously comfy. There’s a free buffet along the wall with fruits, vegetables, and a pasta salad that looks particularly tempting, and it’s completely deserted. Harper wonders where the rest of the people in the First Class line at the check-in desk are. She shows the bored-looking woman at the reception her ticket. She expects to get some sort of third degree, but the woman just waves her through with a sigh. Harper steps tentatively into the lounge, realizes that no one’s going to come and kick her out, and then she relaxes. She even allows a small smile to grace her face.
At the back of the room, a long black bar beckons. The back wall has a mirror which is obscured by every kind of hard liquor she can imagine. She resists the urge to order something really strong because she needs her wits about her if she’s going to do this.
It’s not just the expectation of flirting, though that is something she dreads, there’s the sex part as well. She’s no blushing virgin, not by a long shot. It’ll just feel… she isn’t sure how it’ll feel. Maybe like it’s hanging over her? Like he’ll be expecting her to start stripping the moment, they get somewhere private, and she’ll have no choice because he’s paid for her? She doesn’t know if she’ll be able to cope with that. Will he expect her to fuck him on the plane?
“Something to drink, Miss?” the bartender asks. She looks younger than Harper but is obviously old enough to serve alcohol.
“Ah… just water, please,” Harper replies.
“You sure? We’ve got champagne.”
Harper’s stomach churns at the thought. “Just water, please.”
Gazing at the mirror while the bartender pours the drink, Harper begins to wonder what her client will look like. The thought is immediately cut off when she sees the sexy drummer’s reflection in the mirror.
She spins around on her stool, clutching the bar for support. How did… what did, she can’t even form the thoughts.
He gazes around the lounge, apparently looking for something. Then his eyes fall on her and he blinks for a moment, before grinning. He starts to make his way over to her and Harper begins to panic. He’d looked confused for a moment like he wasn’t expecting her, but what if he’d followed her there? What if he’s still talking to her when her client shows up? She can’t afford to be seen with another man when she’s already been bought and paid for.
She opens her mouth, but he cuts her off.
“Tiffany?” he asks, his lips turning up in a crooked smile.
Harper’s heart pounds in her chest. No way, she thinks, no way.
“Yes?” she replies hesitantly.
He sticks out his hand, with its chipped polish and leather cuffs which she hadn’t noticed until now. “I’m Slate. I’m your client
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This book was love it was sensual it was hot and it was sexy. Bravo to you Hazel Jacobs on another delicious 5 star read. Thank You! ~ Goodreads Review
Hazel brings us great stories with wonderful writing. This is a definite must read. ~ Goodreads
Make Me is a light and fun read leading to hea, no heavy dramas or angst, includes great main and secondary characters that I would love to read more about in the next book from the series. ~ Best Book Boyfriend
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Hazel Jacobs is a passionate fan of romance novels and a crazy fan of rock and roll. Never trained as a writer, she began creative writing as a hobby. That quickly evolved into a mission to pen a novel that brings a new generation of readers into the wild realm of loud music and total passion.
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Book: Fate
Author: KT Fisher
Series: Kings Of Rebellion MC #3
Genre: MC Romance
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Elise used to think that future was with Bomber, she thought she would become his Old Lady and live happily ever after with a few biker babies. However, Elise quickly had to accept that her dream was over when Bomber told her he was moving to America with his father. She accepted it, with tears and upset, absorbing the fact that her life would take another path that she originally dreamt. But Elise’s life dramatically changed when she was kidnapped by the Devil MC and there, in her horror was Bomber. He helped her family bring her back to safety with her new found friends, Lauren and Natasha.
Now though, he’s decided to move back to England and re-join her father’s chapter. Bomber is back in her life and Elise has no idea how to manage that reality. Her brother, Scrappy doesn’t want her anywhere near him, but Bomber won’t let her go that easily.
Elise may believe that what they long ago had is over, but he doesn’t. Bomber wants her back, and he’s making that very clear.
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K.T Fisher is a British romance author. She was born and raised in Nottingham, surrounded by her family. Now, she has two daughters of her own and decided that she needed to live her dream to inspire her children.
K.T Fisher mostly writes about hot, delicious men. Her books are packed with hot suspense and thrilling dangers, add her signature erotic scenes and you have a steaming romance that you have to read.
Ever since K.T Fisher released her first book, Rockstar Daddy she hasn't been able to stop and has since released many books that are loved by many.
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Book: Killer
Series: A Twister Sister Novel #3
Author: Lacy LeRoch
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Jordance Monic is a brutal killer, one of the best for the Judadic Council. He’s sent out to hunt down Lucas, and take him out at all costs. Philli and Madison are depending on him to take care of this target, then start hunting down her missing child. Jordance is a wolf of his word. He acts swiftly and without thought or feeling, and that makes him perfect for this mission.
But everything goes wrong the minute he sets his eyes on an unusual housemaid, with long black hair and bright yellow eyes. He finds himself drawn to her in a way no other has done before. None of the females from his pack can quench his sudden desire for sex and love. Never has he thought about having a mate until now. Jordance knows he doesn’t stand a chance with a girl like her, but he’s willing to try. The only question is that she’s hiding something and he knows it. The problem is, every time he gets close to finding out what’s going on, his wolf tells him to back off.
Will Jordance be able to complete his mission, or will everything fall from a love he’ll never be able to claim?
*Warning story contains light spanking, erotic sexual scenes, and violence.
**Not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.
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Book: With Murder In Mind
Series: The Matt Saga
Author: Viveca Benoir
Genre: Dark Romance
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The sixth book in the Matt Saga. The characters find themselves all moving forward towards their own personal goals of revenge and survival. For Matt, Julian, and Devia, their lives forever entwined, things will never be the same. Marie continues to dance to her own tune.
Age 18+. Some chapters contain adult scenes of violence and graphic sexual content.
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Born to British Army parents, Viveca grew up in Europe and speaks six European languages fluently, which basically means she can buy food wherever she goes. Married, with two biological children, plus four adopted children. Now, years later, the kids all grown up, she is an international best selling author, writing a variety of genres. Her hobbies, when not writing, include sailing, flying, ski-ing, fencing, dressage, and playing the cello.
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Book: Monday’s Promise
Series: Haywater Novel #2
Author: R.G. Corr
Release Date: 27th November
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Promises lead to devastation.
They always have.
From the day he was born, Reid Banner had to fight for his place in life.
At the age of eight, he was already on his ninth foster placement; lonely, hurting, and with a heart full of broken promises. When he meets the Maddisons, life slowly but finally, moves forward, and Reid sees a way he may be able to make it in this world.
Then a promise is made…
Tragedy follows, forcing him to ride into the night and make a decision that changes the rest of his life.
Together, the Maddisons join Reid in battling their way through grief.
But when another promise is made…
The past that Reid hoped would never again darken his doors comes back to break him - jeopardising all that he cares for.
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R. G. Corr is a mum of 3 who loves to read almost as much as she does to write. When she's not working or writing, you'll find her nose deep in her kindle swooning over her latest book boyfriend.
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