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
“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.
THANK YOU!
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