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.
Excerpt #1
“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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