How did I become a Jett Girl?
Hell if I know, one moment I’m working at the premiere spot for creepy men and sloppy drunks and the next, I’m being whisked away by a moody ex-boxer and a mysterious man in a suit that overlooks his girls from the third floor of the Lafayette Club.
It wasn’t easy but now that I’m a Jett Girl, there is only one thing on my mind and that is Jett Colby.
He has captured me, stolen my heart and entwined my soul into his at such an alarming rate that it seems almost difficult to breathe without him holding me, touching me, kissing me...
He won’t give me his heart though, he won’t let me own every last inch of him and not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t want to jeopardize my ambiguity.
Because of this, there is only one thing standing in my way when it comes to completely and utterly living my life with Jett Colby and it’s called Lot 17.
I caught my reflection in the mirror behind the bar and instantly understood why the bartender was handing me a tall glass of sober-inducing water.
My hair was sticking out at all ends thanks to my leather jacket turban, my makeup was smeared down my face from sweat and my bra was practically falling out of my shirt from being unattached. The only classy thing about me was the sign hanging out of my chest and that was bordering classy.
“Holy shit, I’m a hot mess,” I announced to the girls.
Babs looked me up and down while taking a sip of some kind of red concoction in her hand. “I’m surprised you just noticed that. You were at hot mess status an hour ago when you started pelvic thrusting one of the hobo’s dogs on the streets.”
My head snapped up to Babs in disgust. “Please tell me it was at least a German Shepard.”
“What is wrong with you?” Pepper laughed.
I shrugged and we all leaned against the bar to survey the dance floor.
“A lot of tuna flakes out there tonight,” Babs said.
“Tuna flakes?” I asked while sucking down my water.
“A nicer way of saying pussy ass hoes.”
“Oh.” I nodded as if that made complete sense.
“If they’re pussy ass hoes, what does that make us?” Pepper asked.
We stood there for a second until I raised my hand.
“Yes, Lo?” Babs called on me.
“We’re a trio of bitch-a-corns.”
“Bitch-a-corns?” Pepper and Babs asked at the same time.
“Bitches but by far superior. The most majestic and beautiful bitches you will ever meet. We shit rainbows and fart rainbow dust. Our tits are sparkling orbs and when a man sinks into our pleasure hole, he is touched by a leprechaun’s teat, blessing him with multiple orgasms in one night.”
“Well shit,” Pepper said as she took a sip of her drink. “I had no clue my pussy was so goddamn sacred. I would have wiped it with fucking sheets of gold if I knew the powers it had.”
“Common mistake,” I responded. “You never know of your pussy powers until one day, you’re just sitting and a little man in a green hat pops out of your pussy, waves and pops back in. That was how I found out.”
“Yeah, time to call Kace,” Babs said as she looked me up and down. “I’m calling it, you’re toasted.”
When I was in high school I occasionally read books but was consumed by other teenage things so I didn't take the time to appreciate a good book on a cloudy day, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. It wasn't until I received a Kindle for Christmas one year that my world completely flipped upside down. When looking for books I came across the Contemporary Romance genre and was sold and I haven't turned back since.
You can either find my head buried in my Kindle, listening to inspiring heart ripping music or typing away on the computer twisting and turning the lives of my characters while driving my readers crazy with anticipation.
I currently reside in beautiful Colorado Springs where the sun is always shining and there is a trail waiting to be hiked on every corner. I share a lovely and warm home with the love of my life and my five, four-legged.
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