And here she is in all her glory.
I'm so excited. I love
release days! Today TMNL is available at Decadent Publishing and All Romance
Ebooks. I've been waiting for months for my latest short story to release it
seems!
Dancing
isn’t easy. Four nights a week Caileigh disappears into the persona of ‘Autumn’
to make a decent buck. The foster care system didn’t prepare her for what
happens after turning twenty-one. Armed with only a high school diploma and
forty bucks, she’s thrust on the hard cold streets, where she takes the only
job a young girl with no prospects can get. Selling small pieces of herself to
strangers isn’t the life she wishes for. Deep down she aches for a better life.
A scant piece of paper gives Orias the name of a seedy business and a photograph to keep vigil over his newest target. To find such beauty among the dredges of society wrecks every ounce of intelligence he possesses. For once, despite his being fallen, Orias thinks to disobey a direct order—never touch the protected. The way she moves on stage entrances him, but the sadness hidden underneath a facade of sexual promise makes him want to battle all her demons. Underneath his dark soul, he craves her light and the warmth of love. Will Fate allow them a life together?
A scant piece of paper gives Orias the name of a seedy business and a photograph to keep vigil over his newest target. To find such beauty among the dredges of society wrecks every ounce of intelligence he possesses. For once, despite his being fallen, Orias thinks to disobey a direct order—never touch the protected. The way she moves on stage entrances him, but the sadness hidden underneath a facade of sexual promise makes him want to battle all her demons. Underneath his dark soul, he craves her light and the warmth of love. Will Fate allow them a life together?
~Excerpt~
Her
eyes flitted over the crowd. She located him in a seat right next to the stage.
The intriguing man who’d come in every night for two weeks. She fixed a smile
on her cherry-red painted lips and gyrated in front of him, gliding around the
pole, the cool steel warming under her palms. Up she inched, higher, her gaze never
straying from his. What’s his deal?
She
enacted a series of spins, anchoring her hands between her thighs to distribute
her weight and display her flexibility. Her underarm locking her in position,
she spiraled down the pole. Caileigh enjoyed this part of her job the most,
playing on stage, moving to the music, contorting from position to position.
Her toned muscles supported her body. Bent upside down, the underside of her
knee caressed the cool metal; her arm held the stem of her booted foot. She released
her hold to land gracefully on the smooth floor.
She
sidled around again and again, offering a smile or a wink, before engaging in a
new series of acrobatics. She locked her legs in a side split then flipped to a
sitting position to regard the crowd. Too much silence greeted her. Tough
group.
She
used her upper body strength and slammed to the floor in a center split, her
boots clacking, a sonic boom echoing from her landing. Heads snapped in her
direction. Caileigh unleashed the naughty vixen in her, performing complex
floor work until she rose with grace and sashayed across the stage. Take
that, people.
Her
second song began, the haunting gothic voices echoing in a series of oohs and
ahhs. Swaying to the slower rhythms, she untied her top baring areolas the
color of dark chocolate in contrast to her milk chocolate skin.
Bracing
in front of the pole, she worked her floor routine then moved to the edge of
the stage to accept bills with a seductive smile, thanking the men with an air
peck next to their cheeks. She moved back to center stage, twisting and
pirouetting, finishing her set with a single spin around the pole, relishing
the cool metal between her thighs. The nameless man’s penetrating gaze fired
her blood. No man…no customer had ever affected her as he did.
His gaze made concentration
impossible. She’d perfected her series of pole tricks—each with a name only a
dancer would know—or she’d have landed on her head. She forced herself to break
the stare down…to try to forget his dark brown orbs bordering on obsidian
enough to blend in with his pupils. Not once had he spoken to her, queried for
a dance. He didn’t have a welcoming presence with his mercenary appearance.
Sweat beaded her upper back. The song ended and applause began. Caileigh waved
to the growing crowd and headed for the main floor. A shiver wracked her body
as she passed him, as if his eyes were boring into her skin.
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Thanks Eddo :P Blushing from the lovely comment! I love this story so much!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds great.
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