I always believed that girls like me didn’t find happily-ever-afters.
But
despite my sordid past and personal demons,
the
Miami Hush Club promised to make my every fantasy a reality.
With
a membership,
they
could gift me my dream job,
dream
car, dream house,
and
the perfect life for me and my little family.
They
easily sucked me into the madness and twisted me inside out,
caging
me until I didn’t know right from wrong.
The
steep price of entry?
My
darkest secret.
There’s
only one problem.
Some
secrets destroy.
Some
crush.
Some
fragment.
Some
even endanger the ones I love,
and
the one man I never imagined I would.
Because
some secrets, when shared, give power.
And
power is a dangerous thing.
Especially
when the one pulling my strings, playing god,
has
the terrifying means to destroy me.
And
worst of all, after I’ve given my secret away,
I
find the only thing that’s left is my wrecked and tortured soul.
But
guess what?
Nothing’s
safe.
The
club can take that too.
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Excerpt
Ten years ago
The moment playing out before my eyes
is ripe with irony.
My
boyfriend is having sex, but not with me. Even though we run a wildly
successful escort service together, I expected Casper to be faithful. What a
lovesick fool I was. Instead, it’s me who’s being fucked as I helplessly watch
my sister and best escort, Alex, sit atop Casper’s dick, enthusiastically
riding him into next week.
At
first I’m frozen in shock, so the situation crashing down on me is momentarily
unfathomable. In some ways, it’s a nightmare that makes no sense.
My
heart stops, collapsing in my chest and sinking into my gut as I desperately
try to hold myself upright. Or maybe those are my malfunctioning lungs, unable
to inhale the thickness of betrayal-laced air. Either way, it’s only my vision
that continues working. My eyes soak up all the information, piecing together
fragments of incomprehensible images as my brain tries to catch up.
Casper
and Alex don’t even realize I’m here watching them because they’re too caught
up in screwing to the rhythmic beat of the blaring music that’s making the
condo’s walls vibrate. Still, the music isn’t enough to drown out their
escalating moans of pleasure.
I
want to break out of this hell but I’m mesmerized, watching his hands grip the
curve of her hips, his fingertips sinking into her soft flesh, and his muscular
arms flexing as they lift her body effortlessly, controlling the speed of their
wild and ferocious coupling. Rising up, he takes her breast in his mouth and
then drags his tongue along her collarbone, right before their lips connect
feverishly.
It’s
at that moment that I realize that this is more than a mindless fuck session,
because Alex never kisses her clients. Ever.
They’re
together.
At
this new understanding, my gut roils as my brain kicks in and attempts to
process this. How long has this been going on? Why would the two people I love
most do this to me?
But
the need for answers is quickly overcome by the surge of intense fury shooting
back to my heart, delivering a jolt of electricity, jump-starting it in erratic
beats. Now it’s exploding with a dangerous concoction of emotions—rejection,
sadness, doubt.
And
anger. Lots and lots of anger.
As
if my body can’t take the boiling volatile mixture, my hands begin to shake, my
muscles convulse, and finally I erupt, releasing a strangled scream.
About the Author
Michelle Warren didn't travel the road to
writer immediately. She spent over a decade as professional Illustrator and
designer. Her artistic creativity combined with her love of science fiction,
paranormal and fantasy led her to write her first YA novel, Wander Dust.
Michelle loves reading and traveling to places that inspire her to create. She
lived in South Beach, Miami for six years, which inspired the Miami Hush Club,
but currently resides in downtown Chicago.
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