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Fallen Angel
by
Alisa Anderson
& Cameron Skye
Blurb: When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small
hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she
was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She
never expected to find herself at his door...or at his club.
Nikolas was unlike any other man she
had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more
secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him
further, but she always did like playing with fire…
Nikolas Roman took one look at Jess
and knew she was trouble from the very start. But something about the defiant
twist of her mouth and the wide, haunted eyes of a damaged soul touched him in
places he had long ago thought dead. He knew he needed to stay far away from
her for his own sanity, but like a moth to a flame he was helpless to resist…
Working at Takers gentleman's
club was the last place Jess thought she would find herself, but she quickly learned
how the game was played. See what you want, take what you can get…but at what
cost?
Excerpt
This man was seriously bad news. One she
knew she needed to stay away from. She was fully aware of his reputation
from Allison. Not only with the ladies, but of being a notorious Mafioso. She
also knew he was very much married, an arranged marriage at that, but
supposedly there was some story there and she was never discussed. Ever.
Nick swung his leg over a chair and sat
down. “Okay, let’s see what you got. Get on the stage and I’ll clue Mikey when
you’re ready. Oh and Manhattan…how do you feel about going topless?”
Jess hesitated for a moment before she
climbed on the stage.
This was the end of the line for her. She
was desperate now. If she didn’t make this work, it was back to Kansas for her.
Back to her old life, back to her family…back to her father...back to his
world.
Becoming the failure he always said she
would be. Not this time.
He would never get the opportunity to
touch her again.
She shivered. She was never going
back to them. Or him. She was done with that portion of her life. Not even if
said life, depended on it.
Which, in a way, it kind of did. For her
piece own piece of mind, for her sanity, to escape the dark recesses of her
mind and find some semblance of happiness, she needed this. Just once, it
would be nice to get a decent night’s sleep.
No nightmares. No terror filled panic
attacks, wondering if tonight was the night her father emptied his gun in her
head. No dreaded anticipation of what was to come.
Foul, alcohol-laced
breath…sweaty hands…suffocating her…moving all over her body, touching
her…violating her…going places no father should ever be…
“Kid?” Nick’s voice jolted her out of her
thoughts and she looked up sharply and met his gaze. It was too soon to mask
the naked fear and haunted, gnawing ache in her eyes. She knew he could see it
all.
What surprised her was his curiously
knowing silence. As if he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling, and
could relate. He was giving her an out.
One that she was not going to take. Jess
shook herself.
“I guess I’m ok with it. But will
you, I mean will they be able to touch my boobs?” If he caught the slip,
he didn’t let on. “And why did you ask me where I was from, if you already
knew?” She was annoyed at both him and herself for the slip and for the way he
made her feel.
There was an awkward pause before Nick
finally spoke. “I ask because I can. It’s my club. You got a problem, there’s
the door.” Nick arched his brow at her.
She nodded and glanced away. Ass.
He continued. “Now then. No touching by
others period. However, there are no rules for me. You’ll never have to
do anything you aren’t good with. I promise.”
Why the fuck did he promise that?
Jess wasn’t about to ask.
“Mikey, Hot Child in City. When you’re
ready, kid.” He leaned forwarded and put a cigar in his mouth.
As the music started playing, Jess wasn’t
really sure what to do at first. How the hell am I going to do this? She
closed her eyes and started swaying to the music. When she opened them
she looked directly at him and something took over her. She found herself
dancing for him, seducing him with each hip grind and twirl around the
pole.
She noticed the more she danced the harder
he breathed. He was actually getting a rather large hard on and didn’t seem to
care if she knew. He was feeding her, and she got lost in his eyes and
forgetting they were in a club. His club.
He was intrigued with her from the moment
he saw her. Her blond hair was shining in the lights. He could see through the
white tank top she wore as it stretched over her exquisite breasts. Her stomach
was flat, even her belly button looked inviting to him. Her long legs
were gorgeous, and those tight black shorts she wore outlined every curve of
her shapely ass.
He swallowed hard. How was it she could be
so fucking hot yet be so angelic and innocent? What was she, all of nineteen?
And what was it about this girl he felt he needed to protect? What was he
hiding behind those eyes that hid a lifetime of pain, and were much wiser than
her years? He didn’t know much about her but planned on finding out. That was
for fucking sure.
He heard the music stop.
Just like that, the spell was broken.
“Not half bad. The club is open from seven
till three. The slot is two nights a week. I don’t pay my girls but
you’ll be well taken care of. Tips are yours, except for the ten percent
I take off the top for allowing you to dance on my stage.”
“Your stage name is Manhattan.
Remember it.”
He got up from the chair and started
walking toward the back. He turned and looked at her standing on the
stage.
“See you at six, Manhattan.
That is, if you’ll be back.”
Authors’ Bio:
Alisa Anderson
well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff.
only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least
she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize,
partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly
out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey.
you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug
might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual
love of poor grammar.
she lives for a world full of
controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific
feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows).
who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she
promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?
but alas...apparently that exists only
in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly
warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that
makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to
herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of
a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it
and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i
wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like
lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write,
already? sheesh! and she did. :)
Cameron Skye
When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a
Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen's terms is basically finding
the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating
vivid, intense characters you will never forget.
She believes while life can take you down every
path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.
Does your mother know what you’re
reading?
Twitter: https://twitter.com/bitchesbewritin
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Part Two and Three coming soon…
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thanks for hosting us! -alisa and cameron
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