Are you ready to meet Landon Blackwell?
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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.
Tonya's Review
5 Stars
This is a great read!
I loved the storyline, and the characters. I would love to have more about them and
maybe Jayden and Roman too!
Charlotte Evans, or Charlie, has been in the foster care
system for nine years. She watched her
mother be murdered, while she hid under a table when she was nine years
old. She doesn’t know if her mom is dead
or alive, because she has blocked it all out.
So now she can’t remember. She’s
eighteen now, so she and Jayden run off to Vegas to get out of their foster home. Two young girls in Vegas, out of money and
desperate to pay their rent and buy food, turn to prostituting. Charlie didn’t realize that’s what she was
doing at first though. She was basically
tricked into it at first.
Landon Blackwell met Charlie for the first time when she ran
into him, literally, on the street. The
second time, he warns her. The fourth
time, he saves her from some bad college guys.
He has a habit of saving her.
There are some twists and turns. I thought I had the major one figured out,
but I was wrong.
“Those who fall at their weakest cannot be judged. It’s what they do to bring themselves back up
that says who they are. I know you’ll
get through this, because you’re the strongest person I know.”
Excerpt #1 (New to Tour)
Following Jayden across the way, I skim the crowd at the
café and land on a pair of handsome eyes. So handsome, I stop walking.
Sitting at a table full of sexy men is a short, blond-haired
guy, his face hard and chiseled. My God, his arms are pumped with muscle as his
hands flex around a brown football. My core blossoms with incredible need as I
eye his toned arms, and what I assume is a matching hard chest beneath his
jersey.
“Charlie, let’s go!”Jayden yells, making me realize I’ve
been standing here like an idiot, staring at a sexy stranger in a café. The guy
smirks at me and tosses the football in the air, breaking eye contact.
I tuck my hair behind my ear, giving a small smile in return
before walking forward. I suddenly crash into something, the impact throwing me
back on my ass hard.
“Shit!”I shout with pain.
“Fuck!”roars a male voice standing above me. My eyes jolt
upward to find a broad-shouldered man in a black suit, holding a broken plastic
cup in one hand with coffee spilled all down his front. My stomach tangles into a bundle of tight
knots, and my hands tremble from the strength and power this man radiates. Oh,
shit.
“I am so sorry!”I stand up and start frantically brushing at
the man’s very expensive-looking suit. My God, it’s like rubbing a rock. His
body is so toned and strong beneath my palms, which isn’t helping me get a grip
on myself. My eyes skirt up his arms, finding the fabric stretched tight around
his biceps and causing me to swallow the lump forming in my throat. The knots
in my stomach crawl into a fit of butterflies, and my heart races. He’s
handsome—intimidating, really. The way his toned body and squared shoulders
take up the space takes my breath away. His jaw is chiseled to perfection with
scruff claiming it perfectly. I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
“It’s fine, really,”he states, his voice deep as he grabs my
wrists to stop me from slapping at his stained shirt pathetically. My body
sparks with electricity where he grips me firmly. My mouth parts and my
breathing shallows as I slowly trail my eyes from his hold on my wrist to his
eyes. They’re green with little brown flecks thrown around them. They’re
captivating. His jawline is strong and defined, his nose broad, and his dark
hair is smoothed back with just a trail hanging loosely out of place on the
front of his forehead from our sudden run-in. He’s fucking gorgeous, and I
can’t look away.
“Are you all right?”he questions, raising an eyebrow. His
voice is low and rough, making my eyes focus on his mouth.
“I-”I stutter, completely lost in the thought of his
luscious lips on mine. These lips are not like any belonging to the guys at my
high school, that’s for sure. When you look at them, his lips look like they’re
made to make love to a woman’s body. The thoughts of the glorious pleasure they
could bring make my cheeks warm, my chest ache.
“Charlie, let’s go!”Jayden hollers, catching mine and Sexy
Man In a Suit’s attention.
“That your friend?”he asks, his lips that hold the perfect
cupid’s bow turn into a slight smirk.
I open my mouth to speak but a wild hiccup noise escapes
instead, caused from the wild beat of my heart against my chest. I close my
eyes, humiliated.
He chuckles, releasing his hold of my wrists. The way he
laughs causes my skin to rise with goose bumps.
“I gotta go,”I whisper nervously. I look down and stride quickly
toward Jayden, praying I don’t bump into any more hot men on the way.
“Lord, give me strength. Vegas is already becoming a bad
influence,”I mutter, catching up with Jayden.
**Below Excerpt released with blitz**
Excerpt #2
“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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