BLURRED LINES by Brenna Wilde

 

Book Details:

Blurred Lines by Breena Wilde
(Blurred Lines #1)
Publication date: July 5th 2013
Genres: Adult, Erotica, Romance

Synopsis:

Volume 1 in Blurred Lines Serials
Genre: New Adult Erotic Romance Series

*** Cadence lives her life without holding back. She's all in. Her life is raw, real, and unapologetic. If you aren't afraid to experience all Cadence has to offer, read this series. ***

Hooking has four important rules.

1. Cash only.
2. Use protection.
3. Carry mace.
4. Don’t fall in love.

Twenty-year-old Cadence is a prostitute and she lives by the rules. They keep her alive and they keep her heart protected. But when she agrees to take one last job to get out from under her pimp, she discovers some of the rules might be worth breaking.

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7159661.Breena_Wilde

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AUTHOR BIO:

Breena Wilde has been writing for more than ten years. She’s sold more than half a million books in the last year under another name. Breena’s had a lot of jobs. She’s flipped burgers, worked in a hotel, and spent time managing people in customer service. She’s lived everywhere, from Taiwan and New York, to California and Virginia, but Wyoming is home. Writing is the best job ever!!! BLURRED LINES is the first of many in her erotic new adult series.

Author links:

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Blurred Lines Excerpt: 

John turns and smiles, flashing a dimple in his right cheek. I can’t get over how hot he is. My knees weaken of their own volition and I curse myself. Gorgeous doesn’t mean good. He could be a total asshole.

“Everything’s taken care of. My only rule is you must always wear a condom.” The way he looks at me, like I’m a new and exotic bird, makes me nervous. But no matter what, I can’t break that rule. “Is that acceptable?” I hold my breath, waiting. Hoping, even.

He steps forward. “Works for me. Do you mind if I shower first, um… what’s your name?”

When I first started this whole prostitute thing I debated going with different names with every guy, and I usually do. Just whatever name that comes to mind. But when John asks, the only name that comes to mind is my own. 

“Cadence,” I blurt, and blush.

He steps forward and I realize he’s still a head taller than me, even with my seven-inch heels. I glance up.

“You’re John, right?”

He chuckles warmly. “That’s me.”

“Awesome,” I say and breathe. John seems really nice.

“I’m going to shower now. Make yourself at home. There’s wine and cheese on the table over there.” He points toward a wall, but it isn’t a wall at all. It’s windows. The curtains are open and I can see the glow of the lights from the city.

John turns away and walks through a set of double doors.

“Okay,” I respond. It’s strange that he seems nice. And I can’t help but wonder where the catch is. Fileze wouldn’t have made this easy on me.

I check my phone. There’s another text from Fileze: You there yet?

I quickly text back: Yeah. Gonna sign off for the night. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of him.

Once my phone is off, I set down my purse and walk to the window. The view is kick ass beautiful. Dark sky against the bright city lights. It’s amazing and takes my breath away. I stare at the scenery, lost in my thoughts. Then notice the cheese platter. I take a piece and chew slowly. It’s good. Creamy. 

It seems like John has been in the shower for a long time. I walk to the entrance of the bedroom. There’s a king-sized bed with luxurious bedding and pillows covering it. The water from the shower is still running and I make a decision.

Running back into the living room, I grab my purse. Then I kick off my shoes and unzip my dress, sliding out of it. I walk into the bathroom feeling bold. This is my last night as the bitch to Fileze the Sleaze. I’m going to rock this guy so hard there won’t be any excuses.

I gently open the door. It’s steamy. The mirrors and the glass on the shower door fogged over. I place my purse on the counter and walk over to the shower. I can see his head. His blond hair darkened by water. I pull the door open. He turns my direction and his blue eyes slowly drink me in.

“Mind if I join you?” I wait, suddenly shy for him to agree, wondering if he’d rather have some privacy.

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