Author BioNichole Severn graduated with a degree in psychology from Utah Valley University and a BA in English Literature from Nevada State College. She is an active PRO member of Romance Writers of America and a member of Mystery Writers of America. Her stories are filled with edge-of-your-seat-suspense, psychological trauma and bad guys readers love to hate. If she’s not writing, she’s snowboarding, rock climbing or buying her husband popcorn at the movies. She resides in Las Vegas, NV, and can be contacted through her website www.nicholesevern.com, Facebook, Goodreads, Blogspot and Twitter.
White Trash Beautiful:
Trey Aston is hiding from the mob.
Desperate to save life, she sells her body in order to make the monthly payments her
father owes the mob, but when Trey discovers he hasn’t been making the payments, she’s
forced to turn to the one man she hoped never to see again for help.
Deputy Luke Johnson refuses to acknowledge his high school sweetheart is a prostitute
and is determined to make Trey see it for herself. Until she starts treating him as a client.
His ability to know right from wrong is challenged and he isn’t the only one who’s
noticed. The force doesn’t have his back where Trey is concerned, leaving him to fight
against them for a criminal.
The Camino Family is out to make her pay, but what really has Trey on edge is the fact
she’s fallen for the deputy who wants her behind bars.
Rough hands ripped Trey Aston from the car. She laced her hands behind her
head as she’d been instructed with indifference. She’d been through all of this before.
There were no surprises left for tonight. “Hi, Tucker,” she said with a smile.
Officer Tucker smiled back, but left her for his partner to question. In clipped
tones, he ordered her john to get out of the driver’s seat.
“We weren’t doing anything!” her client shouted, but wouldn’t move without
zipping up his pants first.
He didn’t have a chance to move before one of Parkvista’s finest threw him face
down onto the pavement. Tucker had the cuffs around her john’s wrists before the man
could even get his breath back.
She barely gave him a glance as the red and blue lights crossed her vision, their
movement almost hypnotic. She should have been more careful, should have known the
gas station wasn’t a good place to take care of business. Wisps of frigid North Dakota
air swept under her ragged, black, leather skirt and under the wife beater tank top. A
shiver ran down her spine. It sure as hell hadn’t been the snow that brought her back. The
whiskey did nothing to keep her warm.
“Trey, what the hell are you doing here?” Tucker’s partner asked. In a town
occupied by less than two thousand citizens, everyone’s voice sounded familiar, but this
one had a history of sending heat straight between her legs.
Trey tried to keep her breathing even as Officer Luke Johnson confronted her.
Every memory of him flashed across her mind when he settled in front of her, and the officer’s uniform only made it worse. She’d ripped those buttons off countless times
during their days together, ran her hands over each abdominal muscle. Now, it seemed
she’d never have that chance again. Cops and prostitutes didn’t exactly make the perfect
She couldn’t answer save for a curse that escaped her lips. He knew exactly what
she’d been doing. Her hair most likely told the whole story along with the fact that her
skirt had hiked itself up around her waist. Heat began to rise up her neck in frustration.
She’d worked hard to avoid him. Now, however, she had nowhere to run. Trey’s
heartbeat sped, her eyes darting left and right for a way out.
“Where are your condoms?”
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