Today I am spotlighting a book a read a while ago, Special Assignment. I am a fan of Ashley Nemer/Niki Becker's books and I thoroughly enjoyed this one. So sit back, relax and enjoy the little excerpt I have for you today!
Title: Special Assignment
Author: Niki Becker
Genre: Erotic
Expected Publication: December 17th 2013
Jake left Justice, Kansas shortly after the wreck. His life had been forever changed and he didn’t know how he could stay in the one place that was a constant reminder of both women. Now on a quest to prove himself he taps into the one thing better left alone.
Charlie knew that eventually she’d have to run again. Resolution, California wouldn’t be safe forever, someone would learn about her past. She just never imagined it would be the one person she’s spent a decade trying to forget.
Charlie and her brother Justin have made a new life in their beach side house on the banks of California. Justin stripping and Charlie hooking - neither wanted these jobs but they both paid the bills. Life was calm until trouble happened inside one seemingly friendly hotel.
Jake and Charlie, face to face with each other and their past.
Will they both overcome their shadows that haunt each of them?
Is there ever a way to forgive and forget when death is involved?
Special Assignment - The only thing special about this assignment are the two people involved.
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I loved my job, even if it wasn’t for everyone. You woke up, got
ready, plastered that smile on your face, and then headed out to face the
world. That mean, cruel world loved to suck the youth right out of everyone. I
wasn’t old by any means; twenty-eight was still manageable. My whole life was
ahead of me, but I wasn’t a spring chicken either. The new girls came in, took
clients, and would high- tail it when they found Mr. Right Now, but not us
veterans. No, we were in this job for the long haul.
He was still
asleep. This one always slept afterwards. Maybe he had to dream it out of his
system, pretend he wasn’t as bad as the others. Let’s face it, most politicians
and businessmen around here had one of our numbers on speed dial. We didn’t
judge; we weren’t paid to. We did, however, talk, and if a john treated one of
the young ones inappropriately, we took care of him. Our sisterhood was elite,
hard to get into, but once you were here, you were a lifer, even if you did
make it out of this hell hole.
I picked the
money up off of the table and left the hotel, counting the roll of twenties one
by one while walking down the streets. Some days it felt like I could do my job
without the man’s help.
Other days, like yesterday, I was glad to have a partner in this. Maybe partner
was too strong of a word; it was probably more like a tour guide. You know, he
told me where to go, what to do, and when to do it, but yesterday, when I was
attacked, he was like a partner. He’d never left my side. One would argue
that’s what the girls all paid him for, others would say it was the least he
could do with the situations he put us in. Me, I was just thankful that I
didn’t have to deal with it alone.
“Hey,
Charlie, he’s waiting for you.”
As usual, I
faked the smile I flashed at Stan as I walked through the doors and into the
back office. I pulled the roll of twenties out and tossed them on his desk.
Sixty percent to the house, forty percent to my bank account.
“I got a
special assignment for you.”
“No can do.
Got a regular in two hours. Can’t pass him up.”
“You can,
and you will. This one wants to drop a grand just for one night with you. He
asked for you specifically.”
“You can’t
have one of the other girls do it? You know how I feel about my regulars.”
I watched
him raise his hand in the air, as if he was trying to silence me. “I’ve spoken.
I’m sending Misty to your regular. You’ll collect ten percent, like a finder’s
fee, if you must. This guy, though, wants you specifically. Here’s his location
and the time. Play nice.”
“Nice?
Since, when do you want your girls playing nice?”
“Since we
were just offered a grand for one measly fuck. Now go.”
He was
holding out the piece of paper at me, waving it. With a regretful sigh, I took
it and had just turned to leave when I heard him say, “A grand, Charlie. Wear
your best panties.”
“Yeah,
we’ll see.”
I walked
out of the office and through the building back to the street. It was a good
thing I liked walking, because I spent most days with my feet on the pavement.
The pier was always nice this time of year. The paper said this guy was at the
Eden Plaza on the pier. I knew that place well. A couple friends worked there.
My mind wandered to my regular that Misty now had. I felt the need to warn her
about his kinkier nature but decided everyone needed to be introduced to the
weird and strange the same way I had been, by surprise.
The Eden
Plaza looked magnificent against the sunset along the pier. The whole building
of the hotel seemed engulfed in orange and red light. I walked up the side of
the building and slipped into the lobby. Andy was standing there behind the
counter. He caught sight of me and waved me over. He always was a good friend.
“Charlie! I
assume it’s business not pleasure that brings you to my hotel, yeah?”
“You know I
couldn’t afford this place if it was for pleasure.”
“Well you
could, babe, if you ever decided to take me up on my offer.”
“You know I
can’t be a kept woman, Andy. I need ta earn my way.”
“One day,
Charlie, you will come to your senses. Until then, I will have to settle for
our movie and pizza nights, I guess.”
I reached
my hand over the counter and touched his arm, “Andy, I love our movie and pizza
nights. Why ruin it?”
“I’m not,
C. Just yakking. You be safe tonight. Should I wait around for you? Walk you
home?”
“Nah, but
thanks. I don’t know how long this is gonna last.”
With a
smile and then a turn, I went over to the escalators and retrieved the piece of
paper with his information. Room number 337, third floor. The elevator let out
a ding, and I stepped inside. The number three button stared at me,
daring me to press it. Now or
never… I watched my finger
reach out and the ring around the number three lit up. The doors closed and the
elevator started moving. New people always made me nervous, never knowing what
to expect or what you were walking into.
The doors
parted, and I stepped onto the floor. The room was dead ahead, the master
suite. Without hesitation, my feet lead the way, like it was muscle memory
controlling them. I couldn’t shake the notion that he had specifically asked
for me. He didn’t leave his name, so he wasn’t a regular. Maybe he was referred
by someone.
Knock,
knock, knock. The door
opened, and a tall man, about 6’2”, stared back at me. His skin was tan with a
touch of sunburn across his neck. It was hard to make the features of his face
out due to the dark lighting, but his blue eyes stared back at me, shining in
the darkness. His hair was dark, but his smile was bright. His white teeth were
easy to spot through the blackness.
“Somebody
order room service?” I flashed him my smile and tossed my hair back over my
shoulder. He pushed the door open and signaled me in.
“Not a
talker, huh? That’s all right. I’ll take care of everything, baby.” Walking
past him, I let my hand brush against his stomach and linger a bit before
moving toward the bed. With a graceful spin, I lifted up on the balls of my
feet and turned around to face him. “Shall we discuss payment or just see what
all you…” I paused when he started to walk towards me. His hands touched mine,
and it felt like a spark went off at our fingertips.
“Let me
strip you,” he commanded, his voice deep and sultry.
His hands
were rough, not smooth like my normal clientele. It was obvious he wasn’t a CEO
type of worker. He slipped his hand inside of my shirt. I felt his palm trail
up the side of my stomach and cup my breast. My lace bra wasn’t much of a
barrier between his fingers and my nipple. It perked up as if trained to stand
at attention at any given moment when he swiped past the hardened nub.
He lifted
my arms up while he pulled my shirt off. His lips parted with a smile when he
caressed the blue lace bra.
“So breathtaking.”
“Thank you.
What shall I call you?”
“You can
call me John.” He chuckled low, like he was making a joke.
Ashley finds her strength through her family, especially her parents. They always support her in life; they push her to strive for greatness. There once was a motto that Ashley heard in her youth through her Taekwondo life 'Reach for the Stars' and that is what Ashley has always done. It was through her upbringing that the values Ashley has and displays come from. With her parents always cheering her on in life she was able to grow up having faith in herself and her ability to conquer the world.
Ashley enjoys writing many different genre’s of fiction. Her areas range from science fiction/ paranormal, mystery, romance, poetry and erotica (using pen name Niki Becker.)
Author Links
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Special Assignment
Writing as Ashley Nemer
Blood Series
Blood Purple #1
Blood Yellow #2
Soul Mates by Ashley Nemer and L.S. Broomfield
Thanks you for sharing the excerpt. Sounds really good.
ReplyDeleteI'm totally hooked...already! Yet another book you're *making* me read, Naomi! ;) Thanks for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this one!
ReplyDeleteSnickers.... making!! I hope you like this one!
ReplyDeleteah heh made me giggle, spring chicken, this look so very good. Will be adding to my TBR
ReplyDeleteI hope you get to read it one day. It was a great read!
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