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About
Being A Jett Girl
How
did I become a Jett Girl?
Hell
if I know, one moment I’m working at the premiere spot for creepy
men and sloppy drunks and the next, I’m being whisked away by a
moody ex-boxer and a mysterious man in a suit that overlooks his
girls from the third floor of the Lafayette Club.
It
wasn’t easy but now that I’m a Jett Girl, there is only one thing
on my mind and that is Jett Colby.
He
has captured me, stolen my heart and entwined my soul into his at
such an alarming rate that it seems almost difficult to breathe
without him holding me, touching me, kissing me...
He
won’t give me his heart though, he won’t let me own every last
inch of him and not because he doesn’t want to, but because he
doesn’t want to jeopardize my ambiguity.
Because
of this, there is only one thing standing in my way when it comes to
completely and utterly living my life with Jett Colby and it’s
called Lot 17.
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EXCERPT
“You’re fucking mine,” I stated
as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to my lips. His forearms
landed on the floor and he encased my face with his strong hands. His
thumbs ran circular motions around my cheeks as he kissed me back,
with the same force that I was kissing him.
One of his hands ran down my side and
connected with the opening of my slit where he guided my dress up a
little farther. I waited breathlessly for his next move, for him to
figure out my little surprise.
His hand kept moving forward and once
it hit my hip, he pulled away from me and looked down into my eyes
confused.
“Are you wearing any underpants?”
With a smirk, I shook my head no.
His jaw clenched as he studied me. I
waited nervously for his reply.
“When were you going to tell me
this?”
“I wasn’t,” I replied as I moved
my hips into his, eliciting a groan from him.
“You’ve been very naughty, little
one, keeping such a secret from me.”
“Isn’t naughty good?”
“Do you have a response for
everything?”
“Almost always,” I said with a
grin.
He bowed his head and shook it as he
tried to regain himself.
The limo came to a stop and Jett
looked up to see out the window. He got up off me and pulled me up
onto the seat.
He leaned into my ear as the car door
opened and he said, “Your time is up, little one. Meet me in the
Bourbon Room in five minutes. Stand in the middle, next to the table,
wear one of your business shirts and make sure your hair is pulled
back into a ponytail. I plan on riding the fuck out of you tonight
while I grip that beautiful mane of yours.” He didn’t give me a
chance to reply because he was out of the door in no time.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
About
the Author:
When
I was in high school I occasionally read books but was consumed by
other teenage things so I didn't take the time to appreciate a good
book on a cloudy day, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. It wasn't
until I received a Kindle for Christmas one year that my world
completely flipped upside down. When looking for books I came across
the Contemporary Romance genre and was sold and I haven't turned back
since.
You
can either find my head buried in my Kindle, listening to inspiring
heart ripping music or typing away on the computer twisting and
turning the lives of my characters while driving my readers crazy
with anticipation.
I
currently reside in beautiful Colorado Springs where the sun is
always shining and there is a trail waiting to be hiked on every
corner. I share a lovely and warm home with the love of my life and
my five, four-legged.
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