Are you ready to meet Landon Blackwell?
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**Can be read as a stand alone**
Blurb
***WARNING*** This novel contains explicit
language, sex, drugs, violence, and sexual situations that some might find
offensive. This book is intended for adults 18+ years of age.
In my world, there is no such thing
as love. It is just a lie we whisper into our client’s ear. Love is foreign and
hazardous. What I did not expect was to bare my soul to a man who is as
egotistical as he is dangerous.
His name is Landon. Despite his
blackened soul, he tried to save me, but what he didn't expect was my torturous
fate to catch up with me.
To your father, I'm the escort.
To your mother, I'm the whore.
To the legal system, I'm the
prostitute.
In the end, I'm just the other
woman.
I have no idea if I will continue
to survive, if I will ever find my path aside from the gritty streets I know so
well. There is a good chance I will wind up in the ditch like most women in my
position. Surrendering to my fate is the only choice I have. I must relinquish
it all.
Excerpt
“What do you think you’re doing?” I
question, my words muffled from arousal. He doesn’t respond, just caresses his
lips along the sensitive skin of my neck seductively, causing my head to loll
to the side. A rush of desire races through my chest, and my breathing picks
up.
“We can’t, remember? You’re my
pimp, and I’m you’re escort. Rules,” I whimper, reminding him of his words from
last night.
He growls, the sound of his teeth
grating. “Don’t ever call me that,” he rasps into my ear. The heat
of his breath causes me to moan. He turns me around and picks me up, his
fingers digging into my dress-cladded thighs.
“What if you’re not my escort right
now? No rules,” he breathes heavily, placing me down on his desk.
“Like, pretending?” I question,
digging my heels into his ass, pushing him closer.
“Exactly,” he whispers, brushing my
hair from my face. “Just two normal people.”
“How do normal couples meet? What
do ordinary people do when they’re together?” I murmur, not having the first
clue how a normal couple does things.
Landon slides his hands up each of
my thighs, pushing my dress up quickly, revealing my smooth legs and thighs.
“We met on a golf course. I asked
you out on a date,” he mutters, his words drawn out and heavy with his harsh
breathing as I undo his pants.
“I don’t sleep with a guy until
date number three,” I inform him, my hands fisting his hard cock and pulling it
free. My mouth parts when I see it. I forgot how big, how thick it
is. He hisses through his teeth as I slide my fingers along his shaft.
“Two, because you couldn’t resist
me when I bought you some stupid necklace my shitty-paying job paid for,” he
grunts. His hand dips below my dress and pulls my thong to the side, swiping a
finger between my wetness, causing me to buck against his hand with an
uncontrollable urge.
About the
Author:
M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri
where she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy
writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it
seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and
started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't
live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her
character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie
sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.
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