Series: Day to Night Duet #1
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
working at a very special kind of nightclub – one where you can dance the night
away, or live out your greatest fantasy. She’s learned to lose herself to her
nights, forgetting all her day time woes as she charms every man she meets.
It’s easy enough to do when she doesn’t let her feelings get involved.
with very little control over his life, so when he sees Valentine for the first
time, he sees a girl who is desperate for someone to take care of her. To take
over her. So what he can’t get for himself in the day time, he’ll simply take
for himself at night. But when power struggles lead to real feelings, who’s
actually controlling whom?
through the door. A bathroom attendant jumped out of her chair, asking if she
against a sink. “You know? They just think they can talk to you however they
want. Screw them.”
door burst open once again. Ari strode into the room, startling both of them.
eyes, but she eventually nodded her head, signaling that it was okay. The
attendant nodded back, then demurely left the room.
angry. She glanced around the room.
to do it,” she tried to joke. His glare grew even more severe and he loomed
that piece of shit out there?” he clarified. Her jaw dropped.
the only piece of shit here,” she informed him. “You should’ve told her not to
come where she isn’t wanted.”
stepped away from the sink, not wanting him to have the power position of
leaning over her. “Excuse me, but I’m not your girlfriend. I don’t have to
explain anything to you.”
you must abide by,” he growled. “Rules we both agreed upon.”
decided to save most of it for later and tackle what exactly it was that had
him so pissed off right now.
I’m having dinner with? Because of Ralph?”
of money for you – I won’t tolerate insubordination.”
him. “So screw you, Ari, I’m not breaking shit.”
‘clients’ – no picking anyone else up at your club. And I don’t believe for one
second you met Ralph out there on Tinder, or at the laundromat, or at school,
or wherever, so he must be a client. What the fuck.”
times and suddenly he thinks he owns you.
to beat faster.
I agreed to a dinner date with him before I met you, it’s been set up
for weeks now, I’m just fulfilling a deal. My world doesn’t revolve around you,
think I feel, seeing you here with friends and not being able to acknowledge
you, and then having your evil ex talk to me like that, like she’s still with
growled. “Not to be verbally abused by your bitchy ex-girlfriend, and not to be
treated like some contractually obligated whore.”
shocking both of them.
stared down at her, his blue eyes ablaze with anger, that errant lock of hair
falling across his forehead once again.
before pounding her hands against his chest. He struggled to grab hold of her
arms, shoving her across the room and slamming her up against the wall by the
door. He pinned her wrists near her head, then they glared at each other, both
their chests heaving, both their hearts raging.
impossible to tell – they were no longer two separate entities. He let go of
her wrists and she immediately started clawing at the front of his blazer,
trying to pull it apart. His left hand went around her throat, gently
squeezing, while his right hand went to her exposed thigh, rubbing the outside
spoke quickly, finally undoing the button and pushing her hands inside his
nails down his back, wishing her hands were against his skin.
aggressive as always. He didn’t just take a taste when he kissed – Ari made a
whole meal of her mouth, and she loved being devoured.
from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a
necessity!), I have been writing since … forever? Yeah, that sounds about
right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see
shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m
clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I
do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the
year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a
curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t
think that about sums me up.