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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Mid Week Tease - Bang, pow, boom! #MWTease

Welcome to Mid Week Tease, where my author friends and I post a little something from a WIP, flash fiction piece or from some of our published work for you, the readers. And as always, a HUGE thanks to fellow author Sandra Bunino for creating this weekly event.  

One of my fantastic publishers, Roane Publishing is celebrating their one year anniversary. *Throws confetti* Happy Anniversary! To celebrate, they have decided to give our readers all the presents! Free eBooks. No rules or requirements. Just free reads. And one of those free reads come from little old me. *Smiles*

 Contemporary Erotic Romance
Brodie Hartley—the true definition of a rugged rascal. A rascal who hadn’t been home in a long time, but when his friend Trey Cleary asked him to be the best man at his upcoming nuptials, Brodie hopped on his Harley and headed for North Carolina.

Darby Cleary had always been more than a little infatuated with her brother’s best friend, only she was too young for him back in the day. However, Darby isn’t a little girl any longer; she’s a woman who wants a taste of Brodie Hartley. Her game plan for the pre-wedding activities?  

1. Flirt with the man.  
2. Seduce him.  
3. If one and two don’t work, get him well lubricated and hope like hell Brodie wants a taste of her, too.

     Brodie Hartley parked his Harley-Davidson in front of Trey Cleary’s house and swiped long fingers through his windswept hair. Dismounting the bike, he heaved a sigh. He wasn’t sure why, but ever since Trey, one of his oldest friends, told him he was getting married, Brodie had begun to reconsider his whole ‘a rolling stone never gathers moss’ routine. Maybe he should move back home for good and actually run the family business his grandfather left him, instead of living off his trust fund. Perhaps, he should find a nice, uncomplicated woman. Settle down. Drive a minivan.

     He frowned. Okay, he wasn’t ever going to be that bat-shit crazy.

     Tossing his bizarre musings aside, he strode to the front door in long strides, taking the muggy summer air into his lungs. Air he quickly realized was so thick, it felt like he was breathing threw gauze. Damn. He’d forgotten how stifling North Carolina in August could be.

     Rolling his shoulders, Brodie readied himself for the weekend festivities and his duties as Trey’s best man. He popped his jaw, rang the door bell, and opened the glass storm door.

     A few seconds later the burgundy house door opened wide to reveal a strawberry blonde woman with a smile stretched across the pixie-like features of her face.

     She had to be Marissa Carmichael, the woman Trey was going to marry. He remembered his friend saying she had long, reddish-blonde hair. “Marissa?” he asked.

     She nodded.  “Yes. Hi. You’re Brodie, Trey’s friend, right?”

     He bobbed his head.

     “Come on in. Everyone’s out back by the pool and Trey’s grilling burgers and steaks already.”

     Brodie stepped into the foyer, the cool air greeting him, and pulled the door shut before following behind the rather tiny woman in a little purple sun dress.

     “How was your trip down from New York?” she asked. “I hope you didn’t encounter any nasty weather getting here.”

     Blinking, he removed his sunglasses and tucked one arm into the top neckband of his white T-shirt, leaving them to hang on his sternum. “The trip was good. Thanks for asking.”

     When they walked through the dining room, he noticed a double set of French doors leading to the back patio was propped open. Lynyrd Skynyrd’s classic Call me the Breeze bounced in from the other side. “I’m sorry if I’m late.”

      “I’d say you’re just on time,” she said.


     He turned to find Trey standing in front of a massive stainless steel grill, smoke wafting up and twisting around him.

     “Hey, man!” Brodie headed over to Trey, who wore a bright yellow apron that read, ‘Hot Stuff Coming.’
Trey sat the spatula on a side table, and they performed the manly half-hug, one-tap back pat. “I’m glad to see you. Thanks for coming, Bro.”

     Brodie took a step back. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

     “Sweetheart.” Trey put his arm around Marissa, who’d joined them. “Let me introduce you two properly. Brodie Hartley, this is the love of my life, Marissa Carmichael.”

     She smiled and ran her fingertips down the front of Trey’s kooky apron.

     “Marissa, this is my best friend since grade school, Brodie.”

     Brodie grinned. “Are you sure you really want to marry this guy?”

     Trey chortled.

     She giggled. “I’m positive. Can I get you something to drink? What’s your poison?”

     “Jim Beam. Straight up,” Trey answered for him.

     Marissa glanced up at him with goo-goo eyes. “For you, too?”

     “Sure, babe.” Trey bent to kiss his soon to be wife.

     After a lingering lip lock, Marissa sighed. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

     When she walked off, Trey watched her go. “God, I love that woman.”

     “I can tell,” Brodie replied. “You seem happy.”

     “I am.”

     “You better flip those burgers.” He nudged Trey.

     “I’ve got everything under control here,” Trey said with a smile.

     Glancing around, Brodie noticed Trey’s brother, Tyler, and his wife on the far end of the lawn. Trey’s parents lounged under the yard umbrella. Several people he didn’t know, who he assumed were friends and family of Marissa’s, splashed in the pool.

     It had been a while since he’d been to see Trey, and while some things had changed, others had stayed the same—like his crazy cousin, Suzie engaging in a battle with a Kermit the frog pool float. She shook her rounded bottom, which was stuffed into a too short—if there were such a thing—denim skirt as she bent over to pluck the plastic blow-up from the water.

     Well, hell.

     Little pink panties winked at him. His favorite.

     Brodie tore his gaze from the peep show by the pool and shifted his attention back to Trey, just in time to see Marissa arrive with two full shot glasses. She handed one to him and one to her fiancĂ©.

     “Salute,” Trey said, lifting his glass.

     They belted back their shots in unison.

     “Well, well. If it isn’t Brodie Hartley, as I live and breathe.”

     The lilting feminine voice came from behind him and tickled the back of his neck with pure southern persuasion, urging him to turn toward the sound.

     Damn. He loved a sweet southern drawl. Brodie sat his glass down on the table and turned around.

     A drop dead gorgeous blonde with long tanned legs dressed in red cowboy boots and skin tight daisy dukes, a Georgia University T-shirt stretched across ample breasts and tied off in front by a knot that showed off the sparkle of her belly button ring, stood eyeing him, hip cocked, bottle of Jim Beam in her hand.

     Hell fire.

     Golden locks cascaded past slender shoulders, some of the silky tendrils caressing the perfection of her high cheekbones. She had full, bee-stung lips, glossed in the color of pink bubblegum. But what really caught him off guard were her cat-shaped green eyes. They were eyes no man could ever resist.

     She sashayed around him, stirring the air when she passed, and placed the bottle of bourbon on the table beside his empty shot glass. Her scent, sweet honeysuckle and peaches, teased him.

     “You don’t recognize me, do you?” she asked.

     He was fairly sure he would remember a woman who looked like her, but he had no clue who she was, so he pictured her completely naked, all but for those sexy red boots, lying back on his bed with her legs spread wide for him. Oh, yes. The visual was a good one. He may not know her, but he wanted to lick her—everywhere. He swiped his tongue over his lips. Shit, the woman heated his blood.

     “Sorry,” he said. “I don’t.”

     “That’s Darby,” Trey offered.

     No fucking way.

     The naughty goddess in red boots couldn’t be Trey’s baby sister. “Little, Darby?” he asked, astonished, feeling like a total shit-heel for picturing her naked.

     She rolled her eyes at him. “I’m not little anymore, Brodie.”

     He frowned. “No,” he muttered. “You’re not.”

     She sure the hell wasn’t a little girl. She was all woman. He swept his gaze over her body again. Long shapely legs. Curvaceous hips. Little nipped waist. Luscious breasts. An angel’s face. Bang, pow, boom! Then, she sucker punched him with a seductive smile.

     “In fact, I’d say I’m all grown up.”

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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Tessa's Temptation by Ella Jade #Giveaway


Genre: Romance

What happens when the siren becomes the tempted?

College student Tess Burke is on the verge of eviction. Her life changed when her dad was in a bad car accident. He’s been in the hospital for months and making little progress. Desperation is setting in. They’re about to lose everything.

Successful architect Chase Carlisle has made a name for himself among the rich and famous. His work keeps him busy, leaving little time for a social life. When an old family friend contacts him and asks him to care for his vibrant, sassy daughter, Chase feels obligated to take her in; Patrick Burke had helped him when he was a troubled teenager, heading down a path of destruction. If not for Pat, he would have never become the man he is today.

The wild child turns Chase’s world upside down, tempting him in ways he can’t resist. The sexy younger woman shows him what he’s been missing the past few years. Their attraction is obvious from the beginning despite Chase’s apprehension to getting involved with Pat’s daughter. Tess wears him down but gets caught in her own trap when she becomes the object of his deepest, darkest desires.

Contains adult content and graphic sex


“I wanted to talk about last night.”

“What about it?” Tess turned to look at him, her auburn locks blowing in the light breeze that danced through the porch.

“Tessa, about that kiss…” Chase stared out at the property. “I’m sending all these mixed vibes. I’m never this indecisive.” He was used to taking what he wanted and worrying about consequences later. With her, everything was different. She threw him off balance and made him think about his every move.

“Don’t worry about it. We both know we’re attracted to one another. It happened and it’s not a big deal.”

“It isn’t?” When had she become so mature? Why wasn’t she trying to convince him that they should be together?

“Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“Not really but if you’re okay with it...” He shook his head; the heat of her breath had lingered on his lips for hours after that kiss. Every time he closed his eyes he felt her sigh against his mouth. “I can’t forget about it. I know I told you we couldn’t be together but none of my reasons make sense anymore. The more time I spend with you the more I want you.”

“Are you saying you want to be with me?”The look of vulnerability in her eyes scared him. She put on a good act when it came to being tough but he knew the truth. There was a sweetness; an innocence about her. One that told him she was still a girl; still on the verge of becoming a woman – who needed to be loved, respected and desired. God help him, but he wanted to be the man to show her all of that, and give her the world.

“I want to back away from you; I don’t want to let you in.” How much longer could he fight her? Fight these baser instincts?

“Then go.” The certainty in her eyes gave him clarity. This was her last attempt where he was concerned.

“I can’t, Tessa. Your pull is too strong.” He lowered his mouth to hers, focusing on those forbidden lips. The devil did exist. She stood in front of him as the flirtatious redhead who now consumed his mind, body and soul. “I can’t resist your temptation anymore.”

“Then don’t.”

“I’m not sure I’m the right man for you.”

“Why can’t you let me decide for myself?” She let out a frustrated breath. “I’ve been making choices about my life for a long time. I don’t need you to do what you think is best for me. That’s not helping either one of us. All you’re doing is making both of us miss out on something wonderful.”

He admired her spirit. That vibrant spirit and uninhibited determination. “I know you’re capable of making your own choices.” He kissed a path to her ear. “You’re capable of so many things. I want to be the man who helps you realize all of your dreams.” He moved his mouth along her jaw and back to her lips. “I can’t fight this anymore. I won’t.”

“It’s about time.” She kissed him, sweeping her tongue inside his mouth. “We’ve been doing nothing but wasting time,” she said when she finally stopped for a breath.

“No, we haven’t.” He took her face between his hands. “We have all the time in the world. We can take everything slow. I want you Tessa, but after our explosive chemistry in the study, I think moderation is in order.”

“Would you be this controlled with anyone other than me?”

“No.” That was the truth. Patience was not a virtue in his world.

“Then why?”

“Because I care about you. I don’t want to screw this up.”


“Don’t be so surprised. I’ve grown quite fond of you.” He kissed her softly. “I want to do this right for a change.”

“You don’t need to be so careful with me.”

“I do. Trust me.” He stroked her soft cheek. “Why don’t you get some breakfast while I shower?”

“I could shower with you…” She grinned provocatively. “That might be fun.”

“Don’t tempt me.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “When you’re ready we’ll go get those pumpkins, maybe visit your dad and then stop somewhere for a late lunch. How does that sound?”

“Like a date?” She trailed her finger down his chest to his waistband. “I’d love to.”

“Perfect.” He kissed her one more before pulling away. At this rate they’d never leave the porch. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Are you sure?” She gripped his biceps, pulling him back to her. “We could stay here and just… get to know one another.”

Good God, but she was a cheeky addiction!

“I love your fearlessness but we’ll stick with my plan.” He tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “We’ll leave in an hour.”

“Fine,” she huffed as she walked over to the porch swing. “I’ll be ready.”

He laughed as he made his way into the house, dropping his mug off in the sink before hurrying up the back staircase, taking two steps at a time. The faster he showered, the sooner they could be together. Tessa was right, he had been wasting time, but no more. Today was a new day, full of so many possibilities.

He stripped out of his pajama bottoms and t-shirt while he waited for the water to heat up in the large, master shower. Thoughts of her wet, soapy and naked with him in the stall did nothing for his persistent erection. He stepped into the shower and let the hot water flow over his tense muscles. The multiple shower heads drenched his skin as the heavy steam filled the room. He closed his eyes and let his mind disengage, but then the stall door opened.

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~About the Author~ 

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy creating sexy, domineering men and the strong women who know how to challenge them in and out of the bedroom. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.

She loves connecting with readers. You can find her here…

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Sybrina by Amy Rachiele #Giveaway


Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance

Fleeing for her life, Sybrina leaves behind everything to escape the dark and ominous creature that killed her family.

It wants to finish what it started.

Sybrina stows away aboard a clipper ship and poses as her recently murdered brother, Paul.

The year is 1866, an age in which science is a man’s game.

Can Sybrina solve the mystery of the creature that exsanguinates it victims?



It is a societal domination that never dies with the progress of mankind. It crafts a vampiric buffet table, blood-soaked earth the tablecloth. The meal encased in shiny metals forged to futilely protect its fragile hosts. Hunting is easy and enshrouded in the mayhem, despair, and fear that accompany battle. It disguises the vampires’ unnatural feast making us undetectable. The remnants left behind are contorted in some bizarre repose. The only indication of its death being of unnatural causes.

A fruitless meandering brought me to the Russo-Turkish war. The plain lines of unremarkable uniforms jumbled against the ground piled two to three deep was like walking through a meadow of flowers, crowded together and all the same. My unhurried walk is slow for my kind. I have nowhere in particular to be or wish to be, filling my deathless body my only task.

A gloved hand rises, black and torn, changing the terrain before me. I walk to it and bend down. I know not what draws me to the dying Cossack but the hand beckons to me among the dead. The irony interests me. I flip off the rubble that is charred limbs and body parts of his deceased comrades. A young, clean, unlined face, chiseled as though made of marble, stares back at me. Eyes not clouded with the shadows of death, but vibrantly blue and warm with life.

In the cavalry’s haste, someone tasked with the gruesome ordeal of clearing the dead has mistaken this wounded man as a corpse. I shuffle more debris and expose the man’s legs. Beneath, they are attached barely by sinew and fragments of broken bone. My original thought of this man’s happenstance, being mistaken for dead, is quelled. The condition of his injuries, blood loss, and damage make him a worthless endeavor for a surgeon. Others in this situation would be pallid and unconscious, rapping on the door of death. This man’s spirit is strong.

“Are you death?” he asks me.

Contemplating his question, I stifle a sardonic chuckle. In the truth of my existence, I can be either, take life or give it, eternally. I take more time, as if I am drawn to this soldier, to examine him closely. His body is ready to face the other side, but his mind is not.

“No.” I smile weakly.

“What are you then?”

“What do you think I am?” I question back curiously.

“A wraith,” he surmises, looking thoughtful.

A ghost would be too easy of a life, I think as I laugh at his response. A phantom to walk among the living and not have to partake of their company, but watch them with curiosity and indifference, having no substance or feelings to interfere. I would welcome such an existence.

“I am neither wraith nor human.”

“Do you have a soul, sir?”

“I do. A spirit like any other man.”

A small breeze travels past our intimate meeting and the Cossack’s blond hair dances around his face. He casts his eyes away from me and peers up into the cerulean sky, thinking.

“Are you here to save me?”

“What do you need saving from? To be able to leave this world and pass on to another is the gift of being human.”

“That path... it doesn’t seem to be the right one.”

“I have seen a great deal of death in my long days, and I know very few are ever ready for it when it comes.”

The maimed soldier contemplates and answers surprisingly again. “I would say very few are ready for love when it comes.”

My cheek lifts, forming a half grin in amusement. “I believe that is true as well.”

“I feel nothing from my waist down. Can you help me?”

“I can. But what I have to offer comes with a heavy price.”

“Name it.”

“Eternal existence in this world.”

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~About the Author~

Amy Rachiele is a military spouse and brat who spent many years volunteering and on staff for the Army National Guard and Department of Veteran Affairs with Family Support, Family Readiness, as well as, Families of the Fallen.

 Amy devoted 10 years to teaching English to at-risk students in the Providence School System.  She holds a Master's degree from Rhode Island College in English and Secondary Education.  Amy published book one in the Mobster Series, Mobster’s Girl, in 2012, and has continued to self-publish since.  Her novels have climbed to the bestseller lists nationally and internationally on Amazon.com for romantic suspense and family saga.  She is an active member of New England Independent Writers and has volunteered her time at her local library facilitating a writer’s group in the hope of inspiring other writers.

 Amy hosts a public access cable show called Book Talk. Besides writing, she enjoys scrapbooking, sewing, and traveling.  Amy lives in Massachusetts with her son and husband.

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Monday, September 15, 2014

Passionate History by Libby Waterford

Passionate History
by Libby Waterford

A contemporary erotic romance novella

On the eve of her college graduation, Bree Ross seduces her favorite art history professor. She doesn’t expect buttoned-up Professor Worthy to give her the best sex of her life, or anticipate that leaving him to start her post-college life would be so difficult. Their unforgettable encounter haunts her, and five years later, she finds herself back on campus for her college reunion—with a specific goal in mind. How hard could it be to convince her ex-professor to write her a letter of recommendation for graduate school?

Straight-laced Professor Aidan Worthy has adhered to his carefully-aligned morals his entire teaching career…until Bree Ross walks into his classroom. Guilt plagues him for his one transgression because that one amazing night has been seared onto his brain. When she waltzes back into his life after five years of silence, he’s not thrilled. But he can’t deny the illicit spark they once shared has not disappeared, and he worries he won’t be able to resist temptation a second time.

Over the course of the tumultuous reunion and commencement weekend at Weston University, rain, relatives, and rental cars force the two to confront their sizzling desire and burgeoning feelings. Is their passionate history enough to keep them together, or will it drive them apart?

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Short blurb:                                                                                                                               

On the eve of her college graduation, Bree Ross crosses a blurry line and seduces her favorite professor. Aidan Worthy has never been able to erase the guilt, or the erotic memories, from his one night with Bree. After five years, neither of them is thrilled to find their paths intersecting again, but they can’t deny the illicit spark between them lives on.

About the Author:
Libby Waterford writes steamy contemporary romances. She lives in Los Angeles with her family and works off her weekly pilgrimage to In-N-Out by swimming and climbing the city’s hidden staircases.

Contact Libby:

Email: libby@libbywaterford.com
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/libbywaterford

Enjoy the following excerpt for Passionate History:

“Can I be of some assistance?” he asked, his voice mild. She jerked up at his words.
“Professor—Aidan,” she said, sounding embarrassed.
Good. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to find my rental car. I think I parked it somewhere around here, and I can’t exactly remember what it looks like.”
“Can’t you click the remote key? If it’s nearby the lights will go off when you unlock it.” There, his brain had produced a sensible suggestion, even as it occupied itself with cataloguing her scent, the tired smudges under her eyes, and the curve of her hips outlined by a flowy skirt.
“I would, except the only car left on the lot was some micro-budget sedan. I can’t remember the model.” She held her key out to him. “No remote entry.”
“Can you call the rental car company?”
“I tried. They’re closed.”
Aidan stood in the street, staring at her. Bree Ross. Former student. Former lover. It was unbelievably frustrating how much he still desired her. But perhaps this was the universe telling him he had a second chance to be a gentleman.
“Well, you can’t go around looking in every car on campus. You’ll get arrested. Come on, I can give you a ride.”
“Oh, no, thanks. I can walk.”
“It’s pitch black and about to rain. I’m not letting you walk anywhere alone tonight.”
“I can go to the green, to the dance. I can catch a ride with a friend.”
“Then I’ll walk you to the dance.”
“That’s all right—”
“Bree.” His voice was a warning. “Don’t be an idiot. Let me help you.”

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Once upon a time there was a snoopy reporter, one Master Dom who wanted her for his own, and an underground bondage club that could mean the story of the year…

When Allison McCray decided to go undercover and pose as a submissive college girl named Alice Smith, she may have found herself in over her head. Especially when she becomes the new pet of someone they call Master Hatter.

Having Alice in his club may have been what Master Hatter always dreamed of, only he wished she were there as the woman he knew as Allison, not Alice. No matter. He’d play any game she wanted, and perhaps somewhere along the way he would show his “little Alice” what she’d been missing, one well-placed swat at a time.

But does Alice truly have what it takes to be a submissive, find the answers she seeks, learn the identity of the Master, and break the story that could make Allison McCray a household name? Or will she forever be tied up in Wonderland?


     “Everyone, let’s give it up for Allison McCray,” my editor announced. “For her hard-hitting exposĂ© on ramped steroid use in college baseball. She hit this one out of the park.”
     My colleagues clapped and cheered.
     “Way to go, Ally,” Erica said in her low, wispy voice.
    Derik hooted, “Whoot, whoot!” while twirling his fist in the air like a goofball.
     I rolled my chair back from the walnut conference table, stood, and did a curtsy. “I would like to thank the academy—”
     “Smart-ass,” Jeff said.
     “Nice curtsy,” Derik interjected.
     I winked and smiled. I was a smart-ass, most of the time, but in this group, you had to be.
     “All right, all right. Everyone settle down. As editor and chief of this newspaper, I will take the credit for making a good decision in hiring Allison. As well, giving her the go ahead with the steroid story.”
     Derik clapped. “Way to go, Chief.”
     Everyone laughed. I took my seat.
     Dwayne Holden, our fearless leader, gracefully flipped Derik the bird. “Now, what do we have on the agenda? And don’t be a bunch of wisenheimers. I want some unique ideas. Something to really hook our readers, and build upon our customer base.”
    Erica Anderson, who always dresses like a pent up librarian, with her strawberry blonde hair pulled up in a bun, sat far back from the table in her white lacy blouse and black skirt. She shook her foot nervously, bringing attention to those horrible black no heel slip-on dress shoes, and raised her hand.
    Dwayne rolled is chocolate brown eyes. “Yes, Erica?”
     “I was thinking about a piece on the value of yogurt as a diet aid,” she said, and dropped her hand.
     Jeff busted out laughing.
     Erica flipped around in her seat to glower at Jeff. Her expression, appalled. Her pink lips pursed before her chin dropped. “What, Jeff?”
     Jeff shook his head.
     “Erica,” Dwayne said. “I’m not sure yogurt is edgy enough to draw in the readers.”
     “I don’t know, Chief,” Derik said with a side-way smirk. “There’s always Friday night yogurt fights down at The Beaver Club.”
     Dwayne rubbed at his graying sideburn. “Thanks, but no thanks, Derik.”
     “Speaking of clubs,” I said.
     I was on the verge of breaking a huge story about a particular underground bondage club. To either substantiate or put to rest the allegations of women being drugged and sexually exploited. The first problem: one only gets into that club by invitation from someone called Master Hatter. The second dilemma: the club wasn’t exactly on the map. According to a new source, the location changed. It cropped up in different places around Seattle. But with digging, good investigative skills, weeks of feet hitting the pavement, and a little luck, I’d obtained a lead. Or I should say Alice Smith, college party girl and aspiring sex slave, obtained a lead. It came from a friend, of a friend, of a friend.
     I had my background story down pat. All my fake credentials of a college student were in place. My false identity could only be described as perfection. Complete with driver’s license, passport, and a dorm room address. Trust me when I say obtaining a dorm room address wasn’t easy, but when I wanted something as bad as I wanted this story, well, nothing would stop me. This Alice was going to spiral down the allusive rabbit hole.

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