Saturday, March 21, 2015
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?
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?
Tonight is a big night. I’ve taken my time to ensure that I look good. I stare in the mirror as I admire the new lingerie I have to wear tonight. I used my uniform allowance to get this sexy getup. Roger expects us to always be fresh, never wearing the same outfit within a month rotation because of the regulars. 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 ten men, all drunk off their asses already I’m sure. I could tell when I peeked out the door as they arrived that 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 baby doll trimmed in all of the bright colors. The birthday hat and the sexy makeup top it off. My ruffle front thong is orange and it 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’ll be circulating the room. “Showtime,” I mumble, and strut out into the club, ready for action.
The club is packed with businessmen lingering in various sections of the club. I love weekends. It’s when all of the high rollers come out to play. They each have a different story: some leaving their wives at home for a fresh piece, some making this their last stop before walking the aisle, and the rest college kids looking for a little fun. I don’t care what they’re here for as long as their pockets are empty when they leave and they leave everything in the club; after all, I didn’t make them come here.
I look around the room, spotting my party sitting in front of the stage. There are a few cute ones in this batch. This is going to be fun. My eyes lock on one. He takes me in and gives me a smirk before he starts to approach me. “Hey there, sexy. What can I do for you?”
He broadens his smile and gives me a wad of cash. “I need a favor.”
“Oh yeah. What’ll it be, Darlin’?”
He leans in to whisper in my ear, refraining from touching me because he knows it’s against the rules unless he’s buying a dance. “It’s my boy’s birthday. There is enough there for a hefty tip if you’ll take him to the VIP room for more privacy. I’ve already booked the dance.”
I look around for Roger to confirm. I find him standing across the room and he nods at me, giving me the go ahead. 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, so this guy knows the rules, meaning he’s been here before. “Okay, sexy, but that’s an awfully generous gift to give someone else. Are you sure you don’t want it for yourself?” He’s cute. I wouldn’t mind giving him the dance.
He leans back to look at me. “As much as I would love to watch you grinding on top of me, my boy comes first, sexy. Maybe another time; I’ll be back.” He winks and backs away with a large grin on his face. I shrug seductively as I watch him leave. His loss.
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. A few moments in and there is a knock at the door. I walk over and open it. Greeting me on the other side of the door is an incredibly sexy man. Hell yes, this is going to be fun.
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 the jacket and he 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 step aside to let him enter. “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 one hell of a night: sexy and seductive.
The music starts to play and I place one hand in the center of my sexy stranger’s chest, grabbing a handful of black material. I walk backward and drag him over to the seating area before turning, pushing him backwards until he falls onto the couch behind him, giving me a deep, sexy laugh along the way.
“Damn,” he says, egging me on. Not wasting any time, 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, ending with my pelvis. I stand and turn, closing in on him, resting against him in a sitting position. I shake my ass against his crotch, enjoying the feel of it 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. My hormones are quickly running wild, something different than normal. It doesn’t take me long to 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, standing and adjusting my outfit. He stands as I run my fingers through my hair and I watch as he fishes in his pockets. He pulls out a wad of cash, handing it all to me. I briefly stare at him in shock, but brush it off and reach for it. 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….”
Chrissy 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.
In the last few months, Jess has been faced with more obstacles than she ever thought possible. Heartbreak, loss and betrayal to name just a few. Will her drama fuelled life finally settle into the happy, care free one that she deserves or is someone hiding and waiting for the perfect opportunity to ruin it all? Life for Max hasn't exactly been plain sailing either. Now that he finally has someone in his life that means more to him than anything he has ever known, one thing is for certain, he's not going to let anyone get in the way of his new found happiness, no matter what the cost.
Demons are released, pasts are exposed and their future together is only what they make of it.
"I've got a few errands to run Angel, but I promise that I'll make it up to you later."
"You bet you will, Mister. How long will you be gone for anyway?" I ask, already missing him.
"I'll only be a few hours, tops. Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go and see your mum? We could go tomorrow, or even later this afternoon?"
I'm hesitant for a moment before I gain enough strength to reply. "I'm not sure, Max." Uncertainty is evident in my tone, even though I'm trying my best to hide it. My chest feels heavy at the mere mention of my mum. I'd love nothing more than to go and see her, to wrap her in my arms and tell her that everything will be okay. I'd love to see that she's getting better, to let her know that even after everything that I'm still here for her, but I can't. She won't take my calls and down right refuses any visitors.
My only comfort right now is knowing that she's in the best place and receiving the best possible care, and it's all thanks to this devilishly kind and handsome man stood beside me. I'd refused any kind of offer from him previously, because the way I see it, she's my mum and I should be the one to make sure she has everything that she needs. I guess her stubborn gene runs prominently in my veins. I remember clearly in my mind the way Max looked at me, held me close and said, "Angel, please. Please allow me to do this one thing for you. Let me get her what she needs. I don't have a mum to look after anymore, Jess. I guess I never really have. All I ask is that you let me help you. I want to help you."
As much as my stubbornness and pride screamed out for me to say no, and as much as I wanted to say no, I couldn't do it. I suddenly found myself unable to say no to him and the pure, raw sadness that swam in his eyes had me aching for him, aching for his past and the demons that still currently haunt him to this day.
"Okay," I whispered. It was all I could manage, but for Max, it was enough. I just hope that one day I'll be able to tell him just how grateful I am.
Welcome to the crazy and hectic life that is me: A fun, loving mum of one special little boy, girlfriend (I'm sure it should be wife by now!!) and an overall crazy, happy go lucky girl from England.
I have always had a passion for reading and writing. Wherever I am, my eBook reader is never far behind, along with a mug of coffee.
I found myself wanting to write from a young age. I have quite a few hidden stories on my computer somewhere. Maybe I will have to dig them out and play around with them at some point.
DOWN UNDER #2
"Fuck." I slam my fist into the desk before me and feel nothing but rage. I need to go after her. I need to explain. "But isn't this what you wanted?" The voice inside my head whispers. "Isn't this a nice easy way out?"
Everything Max has done has always been at a cost to others around him. He wasn't about to make that mistake again. No longer will his selfish ways punish those close to him. Sometimes it's better to have had and lost than to never have had at all.
Finally after what felt like forever, Jess was getting a glimpse of control over her life again and allowed her defences to come crashing down, only to have what it guarded to be crushed once again. Now, on the other side of the world away from her friends, she doesn't know what to do.
Should she stay or should she go?
Is it too late or have they both fallen too far into something that is completely out of their depths?
DOWN UNDER #1
For Jess Townsend, life is about to get complicated.
Following on from her split with Josh two months ago, Jess has thrown herself into her work full throttle, making sure that the one good thing in her life remains the same.
Suddenly she is called into an important meeting at work. Absolutely petrified that she is about to lose her job, she does the only thing she knows how. Panic on the inside and walk through it with her head held high on the outside.
Jess soon discovers she is being offered a once in a lifetime opportunity, but will she take it?
After dealing with an ex who can't let go and a broody mysterious Adonis who won't accept no for an answer, maybe the opportunity of an escape has arrived at the perfect time.
What does fate have in store and what obstacles will be thrown her way?
Obsession knows no bounds...
Anna Jameson can't wait to escape the hellhole that her cousin has left her in. Desperate to escape her past, the idea of moving to stay with Holly whilst she got her head together sounded like the perfect plan... Until Holly upped and left, leaving Anna to pick up the mess that she left behind.
Jensen Blake knows what he wants and will not be told otherwise. Obedience and control are what he knows best. With demons of his own, he has spent most of his adult life traveling from place to place the moment things started to become predictable.
When Jensen and Anna are pushed together, an instant dislike simmers between them. Anna hates bad boys. She has witnessed enough of them to last her a lifetime.
The sexual attraction between them is evident but will that only make things harder for them both to handle?