Carrington has never been good enough, between competing with the ghost of a sister she never met and a brother who can do no wrong in their parents’ eyes. She’s convinced finishing nursing school will finally make her parents proud, until she finds out she didn’t pass her boards. Now she needs money, more than she’d make working as a nurse’s aide.
A secret life of late nights and fast cash may be the only way to keep the news of her most recent failure from her parents…
While driving to the hospital, she spots a gentlemen’s club, the Thirsty Beaver, and decides to apply for a job as a dancer. She’s danced her whole life—how hard could it be? The only problem is it’ll have to be a secret because if her parents found out, it’d be one more thing for them to be disappointed with her about.
David “Damien” Michaels loves his job with the DEA. Posing as a bouncer at a strip club is just another assignment…
Damien lives the single life, scratching his itch one woman at a time, while jumping his career up the ladder. The fact-finding case at the Thirsty Beaver goes perfectly until one gorgeous redhead complicates everything. She doesn’t belong there, and he knows it.
One look leaves him mesmerized, and he realizes she’s gotten under his skin. He knows he should stay away from her. It could jeopardize her safety and his case, but when he can’t convince her to leave the club…rules no longer apply.
Will the truth set them free, or will Carrington and Damien finally be consumed by their…Secret Love?
AMAZON US / UK
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There’s one main stage with three different poles placed in various spots on the stage. Two smaller stages are on opposite sides of the main one. The DJ booth is in the corner, and I can see a guy standing up there. Right now, the music is a lot lower than one might expect. A group of men in suits are all sitting around one table with drinks in their hands. There’s no one dancing, but a girl in a bikini is standing by the table of men.
“Can I help you?"
The voice behind me causes me to jump and then turn around. The woman is gorgeous. She has to be at least six feet tall. Her blonde hair is slicked back, giving the illusion of a Mohawk.
“Um, yes. Hi, I was wondering if you were hiring.”
She looks me over and surprisingly makes me feel like a piece of meat. For a second, I think I’m imagining it until the woman very slowly lets her gaze travel down my body and then settle on my breasts. She bites into her lower lip before she looks back up at my face.
“Follow me.” She starts walking toward the bar, so I follow behind her. My palms become sweaty as we step behind the bar and head down a hallway that leads to a huge office. “Have a seat. What’s your name, sweetheart?” Her voice is husky, and she has a slight accent that I can’t place.
“It’s Carrington Carter.”
“You want to be a dancer here?” I nod my head. “Have you danced before?”
“I’ve been dancing since before I could even walk. Now, I’ve never stripped before, but I don’t have a problem showing off my body.” I sound confident even though, under this woman’s scrutiny, I’m feeling self- conscious.
“You are beautiful. Our customers are going to love you. I’m Bridgette, by the way, and I’m in charge of all of the girls. We don’t need any more dancers right now, but we can always bring you on as a cocktail server until a spot opens up. You’ll make sure the customers have full glasses, help serve during private parties, flirt, and make sure everyone is having a good time. What do you think?”
During the day Evan works for a large homecare agency and at night she’s superwoman. She’s a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and Evan, a cook, a tutor, a friend and a writer. How does she do it? She’ll never tell.