WEARY. DESPERATE. BROKE.
I did what I had to do to save her.
I sold my soul to survive.
I fell in love with the devil himself.
I'm Aurora James, and this is my story.
DANGEROUS. MENACING. FORMIDABLE.
He is darkness and danger; I am his light.
He is cold and ruthless; I am his warmth.
He is a heartless pimp; I am his whore.
Copyright © 2015 Jessica Ingro
My mouth hung open as I took in the sight of the man standing in the doorway.
He was easily six foot three, with black hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed as if they saw right through me. His facial features were hard and masculine, like that of a gladiator—strong jaw, straight nose, high cheekbones. And good lord, he was built. His muscles were barely contained by the blue dress shirt that covered his upper body. And through his black suit pants, I could see large, muscular thighs.
“Please don’t tell me this is the situation,” he said to Ghost in an infuriated tone.
“Sure is.” Ghost’s grin stretched across his face and if I knew any better, I’d say he thought the whole situation was amusing, which only served to take me from self-pity to straight out pissed off. Nothing about a single mother struggling to make ends meet was funny in my opinion.
I narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth to curse when the man shut the door behind him, drawing my attention back towards him. He really was a fine specimen of eye candy. Muscles in my lower belly clenched at the unbidden thought of his large body over mine.
“Why the fuck did you bother me with this?” the man snapped, clearly pissed off and not finding the situation amusing either.
“She wants to dance out front,” Ghost explained.
“All the girls dance out front,” the man replied in agitation.
“She only wants to dance out front,” Ghost further explained.
A bark of disbelief came from the man’s lips, and he turned his full attention to me.
“What makes you think you’re better than the other girls here?”
“I… I don’t,” I stammered. His gaze was hard and his eyes were cold as they raked over my body with precision.
“Then bend over and show me what you’re working with or get the fuck out.”
The color drained from my face at his harsh words, even as those muscles tightened again in anticipation. This was insane. No way could I possibly be this turned on by a stranger who was a complete asshole.
And in the end isn’t that exactly what Kevin ended up being? A stranger and complete asshole? My inner voice taunted me.
“Who do you think you are coming in here and demanding me to bend over like I’m nothing more than a piece of meat?” I demanded. I was in full-on defensive mode. I hated being talked about like I wasn’t in the room, and I despised being treated like a piece of shit.
He closed the distance between us until he was so close his breath caressed the skin on my cheek. My heart galloped wildly in my chest at being this close to him. I had to fight the urge to lean forward, bury my nose in his neck and sniff his collar when his woodsy scent wafted around me.
“Don’t you ever question who the fuck I am. I’m motherfucking God as far as you’re concerned. No one steps into my den and shows me disrespect. No one. You got that?” His tone held a razor-sharp edge that I felt lash at my skin with each word.
“Yes,” I squeaked out, my head bobbing up and down in concurrence. If I’d thought Ghost was scary before, he had nothing on this man. He was on a whole other level from scary. The word scary would be closer to describing a tiny little bunny than it would be to describing him.
Coherent thoughts flew out of my head when I felt his hand on my hip. His touch was a hot brand against my skin, making my breath come in harsh pants. His proximity was breaking down all my defenses and making me feel like a bitch in heat.
The material of my thong tightened against my skin right before I heard the material rip. I looked down in disbelief at the torn lace dangling from his large hand.
Holy shit. He destroyed my underwear… with one hand.
About the Author
What the what?! Why I ask why?? Total twist on the last page and so did not expect that based upon how it was going. Your good Jessica and gotta say is it 2016 yet cause I need more of this please? Before I continue on about this awesome book we gotta see more on Marx and Ghost pretty please. There is something about these two supporting characters that they need their own story.
Alyssa is a struggling mom with a 4 year old and they are down to literally nothing to eat, if not for her neighbor, Ruth the poor little girl and Alyssa would starve most times. Her husband is in jail so she is left to pick up the pieces and keep a roof over their heads. She has a decision to make to save her little girl so she turns to selling her soul against her better wishes.
Xavier owns an upscale gentleman's club, The Den and Alyssa becomes his whore. Her first night she is paired with Marx and oh man if this story was written a different way, I think Alyssa and Marx could have had something special happening. Xavier decides that Alyssa is now Aurora so she becomes her alter ego. Xavier does everything in his power to control who and what Aurora can do while working. She becomes off limits so Ghost spends most of his time preventing havoc from occurring. Ghost truly lives up to his name cause you sometimes never know he is in your presence.
Xavier and Aurora are made for each other and typically he doesn't go with his workers, but there is something about Aurora that pulls her in to him. They are perfect for each other, two complete opposites who can't help wanting each other. The only thing I didn't like is if you like this person, why continue calling her Aurora. You should be calling her Alyssa not Aurora especially if you love this person. Aurora is her alter ego and should be left while working only.
There are so many twists and of course hot sex in this book. Don't be deterred by the whore part so not what you expect and you will miss out on this awesome read. This was the first book I read by this author and it won't be the last.
About the Author
Jessica is the author of the Love Square series. She grew up in Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she's been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world.
Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.
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