Synopsis
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?
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Excerpt
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….”
Teasers
About the Author
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 fur baby, 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.
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