That made the room spin even more and I had the sudden urge to stick my head between my legs. I felt my hair slip around my shoulders and cover my face. Strands of blond were sticking to my sweaty cheeks so I roughly pushed it away.
He stared at me like I was from another planet for a bit, then looked away.
“I’ll go get you some help,” he said.
Then he was walking away again. All the air in my lungs left in a rush and black dots danced in my vision. I was officially dying. I reached out and grabbed him and the room went black.
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PROLOGUE
HIS PENIS WAS IN MY FACE.
I say penis loosely because even though I wasn’t the type of girl to use the word, it was more of a cock than a penis.
Let me explain the difference.
A penis is a male reproductive organ—one used for procreation purposes and urination only. It’s the thing that distinguishes a man from a woman. Men have a penis. Women have vaginas. It’s simple biology.
This man did not have a penis.
No.
He had a cock—a thing of beauty—standing tall with the confidence that any woman who took a ride would be more than thrilled with the results. He had a cock that throbbed with want and arousal—ready to explode like a fountain of pleasure. The more I stared at it the more my mouth watered.
He thrust his hips closer, sliding the hard, mushroom-shaped head along my cheek. My face burned with embarrassment as the women around me screamed and threw dollar bills onto the stage. His lower abdominal muscles, forming a perfect V, jerked and flexed as he moved, making my fingers itch to touch them.
His G-string was pulled to the side to release the beast between his legs, but the rest of it stayed in place housing the money women had stuffed in there for just a touch of him. Every now and again, a twenty would fall from his G-string, landing between his legs.
Twenties.
Who the hell had that kind of money?
I closed my eyes and breathed in deep as I waited to disappear into the nothing. I don’t know what made me agree to a night out with the girls, but while I was enjoying looking at the fine male specimen in front of me, the strip club I’d been dragged to wasn’t my thing.
My eyes moved up, rolling across his tan abs and chest. I took note of the sexy tattoos that crawled up his sides, before my eyes landed on his pierced nipples. His neck was thick, and a tiny vein was popping out on the side from his workout.
His jaw muscles were tight, ticking to the beat of the music he danced to, and his teeth were plunged into his bottom lip like he was seconds away from coming all over my face.
Then my eyes met his icy blues and everything faded away. The music and women disappeared, and I saw the exact moment when he recognized me. His expression changed, his face dropping completely as his body stopped all movement.
“Blaine?” His name lit a fire across my tongue, burning my taste buds and leaving an acrid flavor in my mouth.
Shivers of awareness moved through me. It was him. His face was one I’d never forget. It haunted my dreams at night—kept me from dating anyone because he was all I could think about. He was all I’d ever wanted.
His mouth moved, and I read his thick lips as he mouthed my name.
His brows were pulled down—his eyes narrowing at me as he tilted his head and slowly backed away from the front of the stage. And then he was gone, covering his beautiful cock and taking my heart, which he’d stolen when I was seventeen, with him.
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Thank you. Yes—you—the reader. Without you I would still be writing in notebooks and hiding my stories under my mattress. You’re awesome and I can’t thank you enough for taking the time out of your life to read my work.
A massive THANK YOU to R.D. Douglas for giving me a hand with Sacked. R.D. was there for the ride. We came up with this amazing idea together and I hope the readers love it. So thank you for being an amazing and supportive friend.
To my beta readers: Melissa Skoog, Paula Kaesberg, Kelly Jones, Jackie Ortiz, Julie Kerchkof, Heather White, Kashunna Fly, Kristi Hedrick, Danielle Bancroft, Sheri Spell, and Megan Smith. Thank you. You girls are amazing. Thank you for all your input and for ripping this bitch apart.
A massive THANK YOU to Jackie Ortiz, Julie Kerchkof, and Connie Thompson for pimping Sacked like no other. You girls tagged me all day every day. You take time out of your lives to promote me and for that I love you.
Letitia Hasser, the designing genius behind the dark and sexy cover for Sacked, you’re amazing and I love you. Thank you.
Thank you to Editing4Indies for the fabulous editing job. Sacked is polished and pretty thanks to you. You rock!
To Nadege Richards, my formatter and adorable friend: I love you. That is all. I can’t express my thanks to you any more than I already have in every book that you’ve blessed with your amazing skills.
To my kick ass reader group: you girls ROCK my face off. I love each of you for taking time out of your life to pimp me and read my work. I can’t thank y’all enough for everything you do for me.
Finally, to my hubby and my daughter: thank you for being understanding when I shut the world out to finish a book. You are the reason behind everything I do. I love you more than words and I’m so blessed to have you in my life. Mini, mommy loves you more than love.
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