Blog Tour: Disgraceful by Dee Palmer


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After the dust settles on the most erotic night in her life, a fantasy-fulfilling experience that not only brought Sam back to life, but also laid her brutal demons to rest. Her lust for life returns with her irrepressible passion and she embraces the changes in her life, almost without reservation…almost.

Jason Sinclair is just the Dominant to take a woman like Sam on. She’s fearless and feisty, but when she lost herself, he nearly lost her all over again. By giving her that one night, he became more than her savior…he became her everything. Opening her up to what the future could hold with a potential life of hedonistic heaven together.

Or could one fantasy have been too far? Can the two super kinky souls really settle down together?

As much as Sam dreams of a happily ever after, she’s much too realistic and can’t seem to shake the dark clouds of doubt rolling in. Is the promise of domestic bliss bound to be cursed from day one or does the King of Kink have more tricks up his sleeve?
Shit I get this shooting pain across my shoulders and the instant I try to move my arm I realise I can’t. I can’t move either of my arms and the reason my shoulder is cramping like a mother fucker is because I am handcuffed to my headboard. I stretch my neck hard to the left then right to ease some of the muscle tension but it is set like concrete. The fact that I am aching like this means I have been asleep in this position for some considerable time.
“Sam!” I yell out and wait. Nothing. Several more full volume shouts and I get a twinge of unease that she has perhaps left me here and fucked off or worse.  “Sam get your fucking arse back here right now and uncuff me or so help me I swear—” I stop mid shout when the bedroom door opens and Sam enters with a tray of sweet smelling food. Barefoot she silently shuffles across the floor and places the tray on my bedside table. Her smile is timid and my eyes bore into her, watching her every move. She steps back slight out of my reach, not that I could reach but she’s rightly cautious.
“Care to explain?” I rattle the cuffs roughly and she sheepishly bites her lips together.
“They are pretty self explanatory wouldn’t you say?” She lifts the cover on the tray and a warm waft of fresh baked pancakes hits me harder than the fresh cafetierie of coffee beside the plate.
“Okay beautiful what’s going on? You only ever get the pancakes out when you’re worried.” I pull hard against the cuffs and growl with frustration. I need her in my arms and this is unbearable and she will know that. “Talk to me beautiful.”
“I worry you work too hard. You looked so tired last night and I needed to make sure you weren’t going to take off in the middle of the night to go back to work.”
“Why would I take off in the middle of the night?”
“Well, just recently every time your damn phone rings you seem to have to go in to the office.” Her words are clipped with frustration but I can see the genuine concern in her eyes. I breathe out a gentle puff and keep my voice calm. I know she has my best intentions at heart but tying me up was never going to be a great idea.
“This is exceptional. You know it’s not always like this, wait my phone rang? I didn’t hear that. Where is it?” I look to the nightstand where I left my phone on charge but it’s not there. “Sam?” I growl fighting my rising anger.
“See, you were so tired you didn’t even hear it ring.” Her hand drifts behind her and I can only assume my phone is currently perched in her back pocket of her pyjama shorts.
“But I’m awake now so how about you un-cuff me and let me see who called.” I grit out the words slowly through my clenched jaw.
“It was the office…someone called Greg. He didn’t leave a message.” Her hand is still tucked behind her backside.
“Cuffs.” I smile tightly but my jaw is ticking nicely and her eyes hone in on that little muscle as her head shakes slowly.
“How about you let me keep you cuffed and I make it worth your while staying there all day.” Her sensual tone does delicious things to my insides and my painfully hard cock but…
“Tempting but I still have to make that call to Greg. He won’t have called me to shoot the breeze Sam. It will be important.”
“Hmm, a compromise then. I will let you make the call if you let me keep the cuffs on you.”
“That’s not a compromise Sam. That is you getting your way.”
“And that’s bad because?” She fails at her attempt to look sheepish because her eyes shine with utter wickedness.
“It’s not bad baby but it’s definitely not a compromise.” She holds my phone out and waves it in a teasing manner.
“Your call Jason.” She says my name in a sing song carefree tone that makes me flip.
“No.” and there is no misunderstanding my resolute tone.
“I’ll happily play tie up but I won’t be manipulated. Even if it is done with the best intentions beautiful.” I add her nickname to try and soften the curtness and rage that is peaking through my veiled attempt at remaining calm and controlled.
“Shame.” She places the phone next to the breakfast tray and sits beside me, the bed dips only slightly. Her fingers slide beneath the covers and she pulls them down and off the end. I am naked, secured to the bedpost and have the most enormous hard-on that springs to attention as soon as the sheet is dropped. Her hand wraps around the base and she grips me tight. I hiss through my teeth because that pressure is fucking perfect. I can feel the blood surge under her hand and I swell against her hold. She climbs on to the bed, her soft thighs encase mine, her hair forms a curtain partially covering her face when she dips to swipe her tongue over my sensitive tip. Her eyes never leave mine, predatory and scorching. Her tongue takes another swipe and it’s all I can do not to come right then. I suck in a sharp breath and let out an agonising groan when her lips cover the head of my cock and slide down as much as she can in one smooth beautiful move.
“Oh fuck!” I would close my lids, it feels so damn good when she does that but her own dark eyes are fixed on me as she works her way up and down my thick cock. And if that isn’t the hottest thing I don’t know what is. Her hand moves over me in unison with her delicious mouth and her tongue traces lines up my length and then sweeps and swirls over my tip driving me fucking insane. My hips roll to encourage the rhythm she is setting but I am under no illusion she is running this show. Her other hand cups my balls and tugs, her fingertips press the pressure point just behind my sack and I feel the first surge of my climax. I choke out a gasp because her thumb presses firmly on my crown its like a fucking emergency stop. Shit! Before I can voice my objection her hot wet lips are again taking me deep into her mouth and swallowing me down. The climax that had been denied starts to swell immediately in my balls and burns from the base of my spine through every single nerve ending.
My wrists burn with the strain I am putting on the cuffs. I so want to run my hands through her hair and just hold her right there. Mostly to stop her doing that again. I bite back a curse when she does exactly that. Damn it. Her smile is nefarious at best, but I think there might be a sadist lurking when she takes her sweet time dragging her tongue up the length of my throbbing erection after the third denied climax. Her breath is hot and feels like a flame on my raw, sensitive skin when she sighs and rolls back onto her heels.
“About that compromise.” She smiles sweetly and I know from that look in her eyes she could do this for hours. I also know she won’t top me, however delectable her bottom maybe.
“Sorry beautiful what was that you said? I am a little out of it waiting for my next non-orgasm.” Her eyes narrow and she searches my face for any sign of the lie but I am impassive and I have never been so grateful she can’t read the fucking torture this is on my face. She huffs and jumps from the bed. I let out a raucous laugh that sends her face into a furious reddening rage. She snatches up a pancake and forces into my laughing mouth. I continue to laugh while chewing down the food.
“Impossible.” She turns and storms from the room.
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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.
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Review: A Harmless Little Ruse by Meli Raine

aharmlesslittleruseAbout A HARMLESS LITTLE RUSE (Harmless #2)

She has no idea what she’s doing. Loose cannons never hit their targets.

And they take out plenty of collateral damage.

Four years ago Lindsay experienced the unspeakable right before me, and I couldn’t stop them.

But that’s all changed now.

When her father, Senator Bosworth, contacted me to ask — demand — that I protect her, it was a second chance. A shot at redemption.

An opportunity to right an unspeakable wrong.

Controlling Lindsay as she seeks her revenge on the monsters who hurt her won’t be hard.

Containing my own out-of-control feelings for Lindsay and keeping up this ruse of cold-blooded distance will be.

Even harder than admitting to her what really happened that night four years ago.

It turns out I don’t have to, though.

Someone else did it for me.

And I’ll make sure they regret it.
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This is book two of a three part series and while I don’t quite know the who and what of it, I’m enjoying the journey to finding out. Book two is told from Drew’s point of view. What our heroine went through was traumatic in book one, but our hero has not gone unsuffered (Goodreads is trying to tell me that’s not an actual word, but I like it). There are some revelations as to what Drew went through, but not many details.
The story doesn’t move along very fast at first but then it starts to change the plot’s direction. So much so, that it builds anticipation. There’s not a whole lot of romance between the MCs, which I would’ve liked but there is the consistent theme of second chance love. I have some ideas as to who might be involved but I am looking forward to unraveling the mystery in the third book.

Safety: It is confirmed that Drew slept with OW during their separation. Big time yes to rape and abuse.



A Harmless Little Ruse is the second book in this political thriller/romantic suspense trilogy by USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine, and is entirely from Drew’s perspective.


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About A HARMLESS LITTLE GAME (Harmless #1)

Four years ago I lost my virginity on live, streaming television.

Too bad I wasn’t awake for it.

The video went viral. Of course it would. A Senator’s daughter on camera? Wouldn’t you click “share”? Besides, that’s what three of the four guys in the video did.


They shared me.

But that fourth guy? The nondescript one in the background in the upper left corner of the screen, just sitting on the couch? The only one who did nothing?

Not one single thing.

That was my boyfriend, Drew.

And that was the last time I saw him.

Until today, when my father—now on a path to the White House—hired him as head of security for my new team as I return home after four years of “recovering” in an undisclosed location that involved white lab coats, needles, pills and damage control.

You see, the other three guys never went to jail. Never had charges pressed.

Never faced consequences.

Until today.

Game on.

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A Harmless Little Game is the first in this political thriller/romantic suspense trilogy by USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine.


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Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them.

Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.

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Release Blitz: For Her Protection by Amber Bardan

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You shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.

Yet pleasure seems to be the one and only thing on Charlize’s mind the moment Connor steamrolls into her life. Desperate to save her family company, prove she’s more than a pretty face and worthy of being CEO, pleasure is a distraction she can’t afford.

She doesn’t want a bodyguard, especially not one whose caveman heroics kick her libido into hyperdrive. Surrounded by enemies, she’s not sure if Connor is a man she can trust.

Connor knows better than to get personal with clients. Yet there couldn’t be anything more personal about his feelings for Charlize. He’ll win her trust, preferably one orgasm at a time.

With Connor in her office, her home, driving her to sweet, merciless distraction, there’s only so long Charlize can resist his sexy, dominant brand of protection.
Her gaze snapped to his and her golden-amber eyes spat at him. “Covert security?”
For a person he’d witnessed every day since she’d been his sole job and purpose, be nothing but warm and approachable, the way she stalked towards him bristled with hostility.
“How much of that involves reporting back to my Uncle?”
Was that any way to approach a man who’d she’d begged for a kiss?
He held back the smirk that was sure to be poorly received. “Frank Halifax takes my report on your welfare every Monday morning.”
“And what exactly did this morning’s report include?” Her voice dropped and octave, and she inched closer. “Did you tell my uncle you’d been kissing your client?”
Heat rose into his chest. That damned kiss. One he never should have given in to. One he’d justified by telling himself giving in was less likely to blow his cover than turning away a woman he’d been powerlessly ogling.
Truth was he hadn’t been able to resist.
Her thick, black lashes fluttered, softly, shrewdly in a way that sent a thrill smacking through him. In the last month he’d witnessed the ready smile she had for the waitress who served her morning coffee, the hug she gifted to the front desk receptionist on her way in, the nervous little jig she did when he watched her from the security room, right before she had a press conference—he’d never seen her sly like this.
It made him want to find out what else he’d missed from a distance.
“My client pleaded to be kissed.”
“So you did it for your job?” Her chest heaved. Fury, blasted from her gaze, but there in the vulnerable twist of her mouth was something else, an insecurity.
How could she think after a kiss so raw, that it could be contrived?
He took a step toward her, well aware she’d have to tip her head back to maintain eye contact. “As I asked on Friday, do I look like a gigolo to you?”
“I don’t know what you are.” She stumbled back, out of reach. “But you are fired.”
He stared at her. She looked so determined. Too bad he wasn’t hers to fire.
“I can’t trust someone who’s spied on me. If they want me to have a bodyguard—if they’re going to blackmail me into having one, then it’ll be someone of my own choosing.” She backed up again. “And I’ll choose a woman for the job so there’s no confusion.”
“There’s just one problem with that.”
Her eyes flared. Perfect. A tremor of excitement told him she was going to fight him tooth and nail.
And they were both going to love it.
He leaned closer and whispered. “I don’t work for you.”
“If you work for Halifax, then I can fire you.” She smiled over her small white teeth.
Yeah, this girl wanted to fight. Ached for it. He could smell it in the tension of her muscles. The way she jumped at the opening he’d given her.
“My exclusive three month contract has been signed by the CEO.” He watched her expression flicker. “Paid in full. Whether you like it or not, for the next two months you’re mine.”
Her tongue darted out, and her breaths paused. Did she like that?
Did she like the idea of being his?
“Oh, Mr. Crowe.” She shook her head, and the cunning in the movement slayed him. “You’re going to have a hard time making that happen.”
“It’s going to happen, Charlie.” He stepped closer, then closer again. “So I’ll give you this one warning.”
Her heel bumped the wall off window, and her palms flattened behind her on the glass.
“I don’t mind a fight, so go on ahead and resist.” He bent until his mouth came level with the small white shell of her ear. “Because the more you do the harder I’m going to bring it. It’s up to you how you want to do this.”
She grabbed his shoulder, then her mouth was against his ear. “You’d better bring it because I’m going to give you hell.”
He chuckled. “Then the consequence for resistance will be on you.”
After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.

She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.

Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.
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Review: Wanting my Stepsister by Alexa Riley


Besides loving that cover **fans self**, I really enjoyed Jasper and Libby. This story actually brought me out of a reading funk, not one brought on by bad books, but real life. It delivered the super sweet warmth offered by the writing duo that was surprisingly missing from the last release. These two were meant to be, but fought it for the sake of their family. When they discover one another’s feelings, though, it’s on! I get a giggle out of how these “virgins” know exactly what to do every time. There must be some “sex for virgins 101” classes going on in their world 🙂 The OTT possessive alpha male is definitely present in Jasper. The innocent, sweet vibe with Libby is strong. This was just what I needed. Safety: The man can’t stand for Libby to look at anyone but him. Libby only has eyes for him. There is an attempted rape.

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Libby Moore is trying to figure out what to do with her life. She has graduated high school, but there’s only one thing she’s ever truly wanted in life…the one thing she can’t have…her stepbrother, Jasper.

Jasper Lewis tried to get away from the one person he shouldn’t want. But moving only a couple of miles away was a pitiful effort, and he’s tired of resisting what he wants. He’s coming back to claim what’s been his since day one, no matter what the consequences.

This taboo love is so dirty, so wrong, and your lady business is gonna thank you!

Warning: It’s okay if you like it, because this is a judgment-free zone. But these two are about to get it on like their dad may walk in at any moment. Enjoy!!





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Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.

They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!

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Release Blitz: Trust by Jana Aston


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“Knock knock!”

“Um… Who’s there?”


Yeah. That was me, on my last date. Before you feel sorry for me

you should know that I was the one telling the jokes. Jokes as in

plural, because I didn’t stop with just one. Of course not.


Hi, I’m Chloe Scott. The most awkward single girl in the city.

But I’m going to get it together. I am.


I’m going to learn how to date like a grown up.

I’m going to have an orgasm not given to myself.

I’m going to fall in love and live happily ever after.


Right after I get out of this interrogation room.


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I need to remember to be careful with this girl. She’s so… unsure of herself. She seems self-reliant, yet there’s this undercurrent of doubt that I don’t yet understand.

She walks across the studio and pulls a denim jacket from a small closet and shrugs into it, then picks up her bag and slings it over her shoulder. “Are you ready?”

I nod and follow her out, watching as she locks the door then tugs on it to make sure it’s locked. We take the elevator down in silence then hit the sidewalk outside before she asks if we’re walking or driving.

“Driving,” I tell her, nodding to the parking spot I got in front of her building. I unlock the car and open the passenger door for her before walking around and getting behind the wheel.

“This is nice,” she says, glancing around the interior of my Range Rover. “This is more James Bond than FBI though,” she says, with a little wrinkle of her nose, her forehead creasing in concern.

“Are you disappointed?”

She shrugs. “It is a nice car,” she says as she buckles herself in and crosses her legs, resting her hands on her knees. “But I don’t think it’s government-issued.”

I laugh. “It’s not. Does that disappoint you?” I ask, starting the car and merging into traffic.

“I guess it’s okay.” Another shrug.

I take a right onto the Schuylkill and ask if she’s learned any new knock-knock jokes since I last saw her.

She turns her head and gives me a look. “Funny.”

“I’m genuinely curious,” I say. “You were killing it the other night.”

“No. But speaking of killing, did you know that at any given time, there are between twenty and fifty serial killers in the United States? Did you know that?” She turns in her seat to look at me, her eyes wide with interest.

“That’s quite the transition, from knock-knock jokes to serial killers,” I comment while turning on the ramp to the I-676.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” She shakes her head. “I just thought it would be fewer.”


“Like ten. I thought it would be ten. Maybe fifteen.”

“One would think.” I nod. Not really. Who thinks about this shit?



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Jana Aston is the New York Times bestselling author of WRONG. She quit her super boring day job to whip up more books and is hoping that was not a stupid idea. In her defense, it was a really boring job.

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Review: Paid For by Alexa Riley


While we can expect AR books to be short, this one felt incomplete or rushed to me. The transitions happened really fast and I didn’t have enough time to form a connection to the characters. The pace didn’t really give Kennedy and Mason a chance to experience any kind of growth or development. The tale had the typical OTT possessiveness but some of Mason’s assumptions and his behavior as a result didn’t really sit well with me. The sexy times are good but with the aforementioned, it did take some of the enjoyment. There was very little sweetness, in my opinion, which I’ve come to expect. In it’s totality, it was ok but there were some lost opportunities. AR books are 100% safe.

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Mason foster goes through assistants like some people go through tissues. He’s sick and tired of having to replace them, so his best friend and business partner decides to help him out.

Kennedy Myers is here for a job and nothing else. But when the money is too good to be true, there’s nothing she won’t do to please her new boss. She’s bought and paid for, so who is she to say no? Especially when she likes it.

Warning: This dirty office romance is over-the-top filthy. If you want a possessive alpha with a bossy mouth, then do what you’re told and get this book! Seriously, though, if Mason asks, just say you bought it. He’s grumpy.
Chapter 1 *Kennedy*

I think I’m going to throw up. The single thought runs through my head, over and over. I take a deep breath, trying to get my nerves under control. Glancing around the giant room, I feel completely out of place. A woman in her late fifties sits typing away at a large desk, the clicks of her fingers hitting the keys the only sound in the big, empty lobby. I’m on the fiftieth floor of the Foster Building, trying to control my stomach as the lady ignores me and continues to work. Her silky gray hair is cut short to just below her ears and she’s wearing thick-framed glasses perched on the end of her nose. Everything about her is professional and says she belongs here. Her outfit is stylish in a way I could never put together, even if I had the money to do so. She’s classy and elegant and was surprisingly sweet to me when I checked in. She didn’t give me a snide look like the women downstairs had done.
I run one hand across my thighs in an attempt to brush away any pieces of fuzz on the too-tight gray skirt I have on. I’m still shocked I got myself into the thing. I got it in the ninth grade when I’d joined the debate team and needed to look professional. My stint at that size lasted about as long as my time on the team. The waist is starting to dig into my stomach, and I pray that the button in the back won’t pop.
I’m wearing simple black heels that I spent two hours practicing walking in yesterday. I found them in a discount bin in a shop down the street from my little studio apartment, along with a simple button-up white shirt. I feel so plain, even a little mousy. I was trying to look older, but I’m not sure I’m pulling it off.
I tried my hand at a little makeup and even took the time to put some curls into my hair. I’d tried to mimic a woman from a magazine I saw, but I’m not sure I got close to what I was trying to pull off.
What am I doing here? I shake my head at myself. I’m a horrible liar and I know it. The absolute worst at it. When I was seven, I broke a glass case my grandpa kept a signed football in. I’d confessed before he could even ask me what happened to it. Then when I was thirteen, my grandpa asked me how my day at school was, and out of my mouth came details of how Cody kissed me after school. I was so bad at lying. I couldn’t even fake it for a second. I simply couldn’t bring myself to do it.
How I think I’ll ever pull this off, I have no idea. Because you have no other choice, I remind myself. I need this job. Correction, I more than need this job. I needed this job three weeks ago.
The little money I had left from selling my grandpa’s house is almost gone. I have no idea how I am going to make rent in my shitty little studio apartment. I might actually be happy to lose the place, though. Maybe I can find a local YMCA to stay at or something. My landlord is starting to really creep me out.
His apartment is right next to mine, and this morning he caught me as I was leaving, reminding me my rent was due three days ago. He also implied there are other ways to pay my rent. Ways that don’t involve money. It made my skin crawl. Mr. Kelly was easily sixty years old. He is always in pajama bottoms and a wife beater with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. And I am pretty sure the lady across the hall from me is paying her rent in the other ways he was talking about. I’d heard her earn her room on multiple occasions, and it made me shiver with disgust.
He was always a little too handsy. He finds new ways to put his hands on me all the time, and it’s becoming unsettling. I try to find ways to avoid him, but yesterday I’d come home to find him standing inside my home. He said he was checking on the water pipes, something about a leak, but my blood ran cold at how easily he accessed my home. How easily he could do it again. After he left, I shoved a chair under the door handle, but it gave me no comfort. I barely slept all night. I had no idea what I was going to do if I came up with the money to pay the rent, because I didn’t feel safe at all.
I’m just happy I still have a few more weeks until I need to make another payment to the nursing home my grandpa’s in. Knowing he has a place to be for a little longer gives me some relief, but not much. A sharp pain in my palm reminds me I’m squeezing my apartment keys too tight and they’re digging into my skin. I open my bag and drop them down inside.
Your name is Kennedy Myers. You went to University of Michigan, where you got a degree in liberal arts. You are twenty-two years old and have always dreamed of working for a company like Foster and Crate, I remind myself for the hundredth time. All lies, other than my name. Lies I made up to try and get this job.
I’m barely eighteen, almost didn’t graduate high school because of my attendance, and I had no freaking clue what Foster and Crate was until two days ago when I saw the job listing. It’s a job that pays more than I could dream of. Enough to keep my grandfather in the pricey nursing home he’s in. Not only that, but if I can keep the sham up, I can get us both health insurance in a few months’ time.
This has to work. I have no other options. This isn’t merely about me. It’s about the man who raised me since I was a little girl. A man who tried to give me everything he could until he started to forget who I was.
I knew I couldn’t take care of him anymore. He needed someone to be with him 24/7, and not only that, I was physically incapable of helping him at times—my grandfather is a big man, easily twice my size. I could, however, make sure he was somewhere safe where people were good to him. So far, I had done that, but the place was far from cheap, and I quickly burned through the money I’d gotten from selling the home he raised me in. I’m drowning in bills. Waiting tables and cleaning jobs simply aren’t cutting it anymore.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered other ways to make money. One of the girls in my building strips and says she could make over a thousand dollars some nights just off cash tips. I’d toyed with the idea. It wasn’t something I wanted to do, but there wasn’t a lot I wouldn’t do to keep my grandfather happy.
The man had raised me since I was a little girl. I don’t remember my mother. My memories are crafted from the stories he told me about her. I never knew my father. My grandpa made it seem like he didn’t know who he was either.
It was always just the two of us, and I love him more than anything in the world. He is the only family I’ve ever known. I loved it when I’d lie down to bed at night and he’d tell me stories about grandma. He always lit up at the memory of her. I grew up thinking I wanted a love like that, but then all that was pushed to the back burner as his health started to decline.
Lately, whenever he is having a good day and starts talking about my mom and grandmother when I visit, I write down everything he says. I am scared that one day he’ll no longer remember the stories himself, and I want to be able to tell him those same stories.
I feel wetness hit my cheeks and I quickly wipe it away. Looking up, I see the woman behind the desk watching me. She gives me a sad smile, and I look away, not liking that I’ve been caught crying. Lovely. I’m sure that’s not going to help me get this job.
I stand up. I need to get myself under control.
“Bathroom?” I ask the woman.
“Down the hall, second door on the right,” she says.
I nod and make my way down the hall, almost running into a man coming out of an office.
“Sorry,” I whisper before moving around him and darting into the bathroom. I feel his eyes on me the whole way.
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Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.
They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!
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