Are you ready to meet Landon Blackwell?
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***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.
“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.
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.
