RELINQUISH
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**Can
be read as a stand alone**
***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.
Following
Jayden across the way, I skim the crowd at the café and land on a pair of
handsome eyes. So handsome, I stop walking.
Sitting
at a table full of sexy men is a short, blond-haired guy, his face hard and
chiseled. My God, his arms are pumped with muscle as his hands flex around a
brown football. My core blossoms with incredible need as I eye his toned arms,
and what I assume is a matching hard chest beneath his jersey.
“Charlie,
let’s go!”Jayden yells, making me realize I’ve been standing here like an
idiot, staring at a sexy stranger in a café. The guy smirks at me and tosses
the football in the air, breaking eye contact.
I
tuck my hair behind my ear, giving a small smile in return before walking
forward. I suddenly crash into something, the impact throwing me back on my ass
hard.
“Shit!”I
shout with pain.
“Fuck!”roars
a male voice standing above me. My eyes jolt upward to find a broad-shouldered
man in a black suit, holding a broken plastic cup in one hand with coffee
spilled all down his front. My stomach tangles into a bundle of tight
knots, and my hands tremble from the strength and power this man radiates. Oh,
shit.
“I
am so sorry!”I stand up and start frantically brushing at the man’s very
expensive-looking suit. My God, it’s like rubbing a rock. His body is so toned
and strong beneath my palms, which isn’t helping me get a grip on myself. My
eyes skirt up his arms, finding the fabric stretched tight around his biceps
and causing me to swallow the lump forming in my throat. The knots in my
stomach crawl into a fit of butterflies, and my heart races. He’s
handsome—intimidating, really. The way his toned body and squared shoulders
take up the space takes my breath away. His jaw is chiseled to perfection with
scruff claiming it perfectly. I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
“It’s
fine, really,”he states, his voice deep as he grabs my wrists to stop me from
slapping at his stained shirt pathetically. My body sparks with electricity
where he grips me firmly. My mouth parts and my breathing shallows as I slowly
trail my eyes from his hold on my wrist to his eyes. They’re green with little
brown flecks thrown around them. They’re captivating. His jawline is strong and
defined, his nose broad, and his dark hair is smoothed back with just a trail
hanging loosely out of place on the front of his forehead from our sudden
run-in. He’s fucking gorgeous, and I can’t look away.
“Are
you all right?”he questions, raising an eyebrow. His voice is low and rough,
making my eyes focus on his mouth.
“I-”I
stutter, completely lost in the thought of his luscious lips on mine. These
lips are not like any belonging to the guys at my high school, that’s for sure.
When you look at them, his lips look like they’re made to make love to a
woman’s body. The thoughts of the glorious pleasure they could bring make my
cheeks warm, my chest ache.
“Charlie,
let’s go!”Jayden hollers, catching mine and Sexy Man In a Suit’s attention.
“That
your friend?”he asks, his lips that hold the perfect cupid’s bow turn into a
slight smirk.
I
open my mouth to speak but a wild hiccup noise escapes instead, caused from the
wild beat of my heart against my chest. I close my eyes, humiliated.
He
chuckles, releasing his hold of my wrists. The way he laughs causes my skin to
rise with goose bumps.
“I
gotta go,”I whisper nervously. I look down and stride quickly toward Jayden,
praying I don’t bump into any more hot men on the way.
“Lord,
give me strength. Vegas is already becoming a bad influence,”I mutter, catching
up with Jayden.
About the Author:
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.
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