Author: Jennifer Raygoza
Title: Nine
Series: No
Genre: Romance
Release Date: 11-6-15
Online release party event link>> https://www.facebook.com/events/387354428141871/
Synopsis
The number one paid escort in Las Vegas calls herself Nine. She’s become very wealthy with three hundred very loyal VIP clients. Trig is also the best at what he does. He works for the biggest drug dealer in Vegas, as his personal executioner.
One night with the wrong client and everything spirals out of control when Nine and Trig collide. Watch what happens when two of the best in underworld trades go against the grain, against the rules, and against all odds of making it out alive.
“I’m breaking all my rules here. I’m breaking them all for him.” -Nine
“Baby, do you know what you’re worth? Men should be fighting over you. I sure as hell would.” -Trig
About me: Jennifer Raygoza also known as the rebel of writing, burst through the writing scene in 2012 with a vampire series called, The Guardians. It was a story originally written just for fun, but ended up being self-published out of curiosity. Little did she know, the series would be strongly embraced by vampire readers. Since then this down to earth, California girl has been picked up by Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing.
WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT WHEN YOU READ HER BOOKS?
She break hearts, kills bad guys and gives you characters that make you fall in love. This writer will have you turning pages and thirsting for more.
WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT WHEN YOU READ HER BOOKS?
She break hearts, kills bad guys and gives you characters that make you fall in love. This writer will have you turning pages and thirsting for more.
#1. I’m standing here naked and staring at him as he dips his hand into his wallet. It was the same hand that was planted on my ass cheek not even an hour earlier. It was the same hand that was gently wrapped around my throat thirty minutes ago, and it will be the same hand of the man who returns home to his wife in the next fifteen minutes. I slide into my panties as he quickly zips and buttons up his pants, and then I watch as he tosses crisp hundred dollar bills on the bed next to me. I look down at the cash and then back up to him. He’s grinning, a usual side effect from our dirty little night. It’s an I just had my brains fucked silly type of expression. I don’t want to smile back, but it’s a habit. This sexual game we play is already set into motion the very moment any man meets me. He licks his lips while he eyes me up and down. I’m waiting, standing there perfectly still, with my tits out and fuck-me eyes glued to him. He leans in and grips my waist with both hands. I remain silent. My job is done. The cash is on the bed and I’m ready to leave, but I can’t. Not yet. I have to stay in character for a little longer. He’s thirsty for me, and if I give him just a drop, he’ll keep coming back for more. I’m setting mental traps in that head of his and he doesn’t even know it. These men never do. Fucking Idiots.
#2. “Nine, It’s me. Look at me,” Trig yells. “It’s just me,” he repeats.
I collapse in his arms. I’m sobbing, as we both fall to the floor. He scoots me up into his lap and cradles me. We stay like that for a few minutes until I calm down. He suddenly moves and picks me up, carrying me back to the bed. He gently places me down and covers me up. He’s about to walk away, when I grab his hand.
“Lay with me.”
He looks at me with uncertainty.
“Please,” I beg.
He climbs over the bed and lays down next to me. I need to touch him again. There is something soothing about it. I don’t even care what he is or what he does at the moment. He makes my demons disappear and I need that right now. I turn on my back and inch my hand closer and closer to his. Our fingers are now slightly touching. I move my hand entirely inside of his. He wraps his hand around mine, and that’s where I find my peace. I close my eyes and fall back asleep.
#3. I was listening to him and the more he talked the more he stole my breath away. I wasn’t sure what this was between us, but whatever it was, it had me feeling weak.
“You don’t have to feel sorry for me. I don’t need your pity,” I snap.
“Do you think I feel sorry for you? I feel a lot of things, Nine, but sorry isn’t one of them.”
“Yeah? What do you feel then?”
“Outraged mostly. I want to take you back up into that cabin bedroom and make love to you. I want to kiss you until you can’t even think straight. I want to give you all that shit you should have experienced a long time ago. I’m not angry. I’m fucking livid when I think about your life.”
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