Twirl me around and watch me spin, a modern day princess lives within…
Charisa has a perfect life. Just like her favored Princesses, she is living the life every girl dreams of: her very own fairytale, but even the sweetest fairytales must come to an end. When happiness is at its peak, fate steps in and one by one she loses everything.
Picking up the pieces to a broken life can be long and bumpy. Most often than not things get worse before they get better.
Despite her despair and the hell she’s been drug through time and time again, she finds love and begins to plan a future as none other than Mrs. Prince Charming. Convinced she’s going to finally get her happily ever after fate steps in once again and she suffers betrayal and shame at the greatest degree.
Will she give the idea of love a second chance and find her one and only or will her dark secrets prevent her from truly finding herself?
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Behind every prince is a story left untold.
Look behind the mask and you’ll see it unfold…
Sawyer has lived a charmed life. He’s the catch every girl is after when dreaming of her very own storybook ending. In real life, though, nothing is like it is in a fairytale. One childhood event can forever affect how a man looks at love and relationships, even a golden guy like Sawyer.
Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Isn’t that what everyone has always taught in history class? He doesn’t have time for love or commitment.
Even the most skeptical with love can sometimes find it in the strangest of places, when that one special someone catches his eye, suddenly leaving him dazed and confused.
The only way to reap the benefits of true love is to put your own demons behind and give love a shot…
When secrets start to arise will the two beat the odds or part ways and let it destroy them both?
Charisa has a perfect life. Just like her favored Princesses, she is living the life every girl dreams of: her very own fairytale, but even the sweetest fairytales must come to an end. When happiness is at its peak, fate steps in and one by one she loses everything.
Picking up the pieces to a broken life can be long and bumpy. Most often than not things get worse before they get better.
Despite her despair and the hell she’s been drug through time and time again, she finds love and begins to plan a future as none other than Mrs. Prince Charming. Convinced she’s going to finally get her happily ever after fate steps in once again and she suffers betrayal and shame at the greatest degree.
Will she give the idea of love a second chance and find her one and only or will her dark secrets prevent her from truly finding herself?
____________________________________________________________
Behind every prince is a story left untold.
Look behind the mask and you’ll see it unfold…
Sawyer has lived a charmed life. He’s the catch every girl is after when dreaming of her very own storybook ending. In real life, though, nothing is like it is in a fairytale. One childhood event can forever affect how a man looks at love and relationships, even a golden guy like Sawyer.
Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Isn’t that what everyone has always taught in history class? He doesn’t have time for love or commitment.
Even the most skeptical with love can sometimes find it in the strangest of places, when that one special someone catches his eye, suddenly leaving him dazed and confused.
The only way to reap the benefits of true love is to put your own demons behind and give love a shot…
When secrets start to arise will the two beat the odds or part ways and let it destroy them both?
I stare in the mirror as I admire the new
lingerie I have to wear tonight. The club gives us an allowance on uniform every month, because it’s a top
end club. There are no lower class sleezeballs here. This is where the big dogs
come out and play. This is the most private club in town. If you knew who some
of our highest paying customers were you would know why. I have a birthday
party that’s reserved the front table of the stage tonight, a group of 10 men,
all drunk off of their asses. I can tell a few of them are newbies by
their drooling, excited demeanor.
This is what makes my job interesting and
fun: breaking them in. A man gets a good first time and they’ll be coming back
for more, meaning more cash for me. I place my tall heel into the seat of my chair
and rub baby oil down my leg, giving me a sexy edge. Plus, it keeps the hands
from going past the point of restriction.
I finish the other leg and take one final
look in the mirror. It’s a sexy version of a clown; a white babydoll trimmed in
all of the bright colors; the birthday hat and the sexy makeup top if off. My
ruffle front thong in orange is the final dessert of the hour.
I paint my lips with a matching cherry
red lipstick like my name and smack them in the mirror. “Cherry, you’re up in
ten. Don’t keep them waiting. This is my biggest payout of the night.”
I roll my eyes in the mirror at the sound
of Roger’s voice as he pokes his head inside the door. Show the man green and
he’d lease us out in private hotels I’m sure. He would never admit that though.
“I’ll be right out, Roger.” He likes me though, because something about my
pretty face keeps his pockets full.
I’ve already been up on stage a
few times tonight, so for now I’m circulating the room. A man with a
smirk approaches me and gives me a wad of cash, a hefty tip to take the
birthday boy to the VIP room for a private lap dance. This guy has some
nice friends. A private lap dance is easily a grand and paid up front to
Roger. It is explained that’s before the
tip.
I head to the VIP room to get ready for my dance, greeting Gerry at the
door. All private rooms have a bouncer keeping guard to ensure that the
women are safe at all times. As I’m getting my music queued up, I hum
softly under my breath and wait for my client to arrive. I don’t have to
wait long when there is a knock at the door.
Greeting me on the other side of the door is an
incredibly sexy man. Something about his face looks familiar, but I can’t place
it. He has dark hair, intense green eyes, and is physically fit by the
defined muscle protruding from his fitted shirt. He must have come here
right after work, because he is wearing a suit, but he’s removed his jacket and
tie and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing tattoos running up
his arms.
I don’t know what it is about a man with rolled
up sleeves and tattoos, but it turns me on in a way I don’t understand. Maybe
it’s the business meets bad boy persona. Whatever it is has me motivated to get
closer to him, making my job easier.
I approach him at the door. “Hi, I’m Cherry.”
He studies me for a moment with heated eyes. The
way he looks at me is as if he’s seen me before, like he knows me. “Hi, Cherry.”
My name rolls off his tongue in the most sexual manner, causing a rush of
excitement between my legs. This is going to be fun: sexy and seductive.
The music starts to play and I place one hand in
the center of my sexy stranger’s chest, grabbing a fistful of black material. I
drag him over to the seating area and turn, pushing him backwards until he
falls onto the couch behind him, chuckling. “Damn,” he says, egging me
on.
I place each hand on the back of the couch to
each side of his shoulders and flip my hair from side to side. It starts the
full body roll that follows, pressing each segment of skin to his clothing. I
stand and turn, closing in on him. I shake my ass against his crotch, hardening
beneath me. While cupping my breasts I
roll my head back, grinding to the beat of the music. Turning my head to
the side, I watch his eyes glaze over as I touch my body, skimming my hands
down in a slow motion. I continue gyrating on his lap, listening to his
breathing pick up, confirming the arousal that is pressing into the crack of my
ass. I breathe in deeply…smelling his citrusy aftershave; something I
would say is unique to him.
I get lost in the music and this sexy man
pressed against my backside, as I allow him to become familiar with my body.
Time stands still…for a while. I hear him grunt, praising me for the havoc I’m
causing on his cock, and he isn’t even naked. I finish out the dance as the
song comes to an end. He stands and I watch as he fishes in his pockets. He
pulls out a wad of cash, handing it all to me. I stand here and stare at him in
shock. I brush it off and reach for it, but he doesn’t immediately turn it
loose. “How much for house calls?”
I’m about to say something, anything to deny his
question, but he beats me to the punch. “Listen, I don’t usually come to
places like this, but I’m here, and now that I am I kind of like it. You have a
beautiful body. Let me show you what I can do with mine,” he finishes
quietly.
What a generous man, but I can tell he enjoyed
the dance from the large bulge at the front of his pants, so I know what he’s
referring to. “I don’t think so, sweetie.”
I’m ready to thank him and leave when he grabs
my hand, pulling me to him. He presses his lips to mine before I even know
what’s happening. I can taste the whiskey on his breath. Poor guy is so drunk I
don’t think he knows what he’s asking me, but the way his hands introduce
themselves to my backside I can’t be sure. He pulls away and touches his index
finger to my lips, silencing me. “Think about it. The club closes at two. I’ll
be outside waiting if you decide to take me up on my offer. Sometimes outside
of the norm can be freeing…”
He turns and walks away, leaving me standing
here alone. I’m not sure what the hell just happened, but I find myself
considering it. I never do this. There’s one reason why….”
T. Snyder writes New Adult erotic romance. She loves tattooed bad boys and misunderstood women with happy ever afters. She divides her time between writing and reading when not loving on her very jealous furbaby, Mylo.
If she isn’t writing about heartache or second chances, then she is managing her busy household with her very supportive hubby and two teens.
She dreams of travelling to Europe, Costa Rica and Hawaii.
@tinisnyder
Cover Model: Lance Jones
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