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Synopsis My student loans are due and I still haven’t found a job that pays more than minimum wage. So I decide to make an arrangement through The Club. I’ll get what I need…money to pay my loans. And he’ll get what he wants…access to my body…whenever and however he wants it. ROSE COLLINS is a recent art school graduate with overwhelming student loan debt and no way to pay it. JAE ROTHKO is a wealthy and renowned artist who doesn’t have the time or patience for a relationship. Jae joins The Club so he can have one woman when he wants and how he wants with no attachments and no expectations. He selects Rose to be that woman. BLACK DOG NIGHTS is a SERIAL NOVEL, which unfolds in THREE PARTS (approximately 70 pages each). EACH PART has a CLIFFHANGER and EACH PART is .99 cents. (That’s $2.97 for ALL THREE PARTS.)
Genre New Adult/ Contemporary Romance
Expected Publication Date August 8th 2014
Excerpt
By the
time we get to The Rock Stop it’s already crowded with twenty-somethings, who
all look eager to hook up with anyone who’s willing.
I pass
by two guys, who are already half-drunk and gawking at my breasts, before I hit
the relative safety of the bar area.
“What do
you want to drink?” Cali yells over the loud Top Forty music.
“Would I
look too conspicuous just holding a glass of water?”
Cali
purses her lips at me. I tell her she looks like a duck when she does that but
it doesn’t stop her.
“I’ll
get you a beer. You don’t have to drink it but I don’t want you to embarrass me
or yourself.”
“Yes,
Daffy,” I tease.
“I do
not have duck lips,” she insists.
“You do
when you pucker them like that.”
“I think
you’re on crack.”
“Just
get the beer.”
She
waves in order to get the bartender’s attention but no such luck. He’s busy
with a group of girls at the other end of the bar.
“Hey,
Babe.” An arm reaches over Cali’s shoulder. “I wasn’t sure I’d see you
tonight.”
David
nods in my direction. “What’s up?”
He never
addresses me by my name even though he’s been hooking up with Cali for over a
year and I’ve seen him dozens of times.
David is
the kind of guy I always hated in high school. His family has money and he’s
never had to work a day in his life for anything. Cars, clothes, expensive
vacations, you name it, and his parents have handed it to him on a silver
platter. As a result he has a sense of entitlement that knows no bounds.
No doubt
that’s why he feels like he can treat Cali any way he pleases and she just
keeps coming back for more.
He runs
his fingers through his short brown hair. I’m not sure whether it’s a nervous
habit or if he thinks that his fingers are like some kind of comb but he does
it all the time.
David is
a good-looking guy in a frat-boy kind of way. Cali says he played baseball in
high school and he looks like he probably still plays sports. He’s not huge but
he’s definitely in good shape.
Cali met
David at a frat party. Even though she’s never set foot in a college class
she’s spent a lot of time at college parties. David likes to brag about the
fact that he’s a business major. I don’t see what the big deal is though. I
feel like business is a degree for people who don’t really know what they want
to do with their lives.
Not that
I have any room to talk. Apparently I earned a degree for people who don’t
really want a job.
Before I
know it, Cali and David have disappeared somewhere and I’m alone at the bar.
Great.
I didn’t
even want to come here in the first place.
I have a
choice. I can leave or I can order a drink. After the day I’ve had a drink is
actually starting to sound appealing.
As soon
as the DJ starts mixing, nearly everyone moves to the dance floor. The bar area
is now pretty empty except for a young woman seated at the far end. She glances
up at me when I approach and gives me the faintest of smiles.
She’s an
attractive blonde with stunning ocean blue eyes. She’s the definition of a
blonde bombshell. She’s got curves that would give Marilyn Monroe a run for her
money.
I order
a Crantini and the bartender wastes no time filling my order.
“Tough
day?” the blonde asks.
I nod.
“Have a
seat.” She waves to the stool next to her.
“Thanks.”
I climb
onto the stool and take a sip of my drink. It’s strong and I cough a little as
it goes down.
“Russ
likes to make them strong.” She laughs. “Maybe he thinks he’ll get lucky at the
end of the night.”
The
bartender looks like he’s in his mid-thirties and kind of rough. He’s
completely bald and built like a brick house. Definitely someone I would want
to have on my side if a fight broke out.
“Are you
waiting for someone?” I ask. She looks a little too dressed up for the place
we’re in. It’s mostly a denim crowd and she’s in a little black dress and
pumps.
“You
could say that.”
I nod. A
cryptic response but I get the impression that she’s not going to say much more
about who she’s waiting for.
“So
what’s your story?” she asks.
I laugh.
“Do I look like I have a story?”
“You
definitely look like you have a story.”
“You’ve
probably heard it millions times before.”
She
glances at her watch. I can’t help but notice it’s a gorgeous Rolex. The blonde
doesn’t look that much older than me. I doubt she’s even twenty-five. It makes
me wonder how she can afford such an expensive watch. When I look at her more
closely, I notice she’s also wearing a diamond tennis bracelet and huge diamond
stud earrings. Also very expensive.
Maybe
she’s like David and has a generous daddy with lots of money.
“I’ve
got a few minutes before my friend gets here. Tell me this story I’ve heard a
million times before.”
I take
another sip of my drink. She’s right. Russ does like to make them strong.
“I
recently graduated from art school. I have a fine arts degree but no
professional job and no prospects. My student loans are set to go into
repayment and I have no way to pay them. I’m barely making ends meet on my
salary busting my ass at the local coffee shop. Pathetic, right?”
She
shakes her head. “It’s not pathetic but you’re right. It’s a story I’ve heard a
lot. Maybe not a million times. Half a million tops.”
We both
laugh. It feels good to laugh about it. At least for one night.
She
reaches into her purse, a pricey Coach bag, and pulls out a business card. I
expect her to hand it to me but she places it on the bar between us instead.
“I don’t
do this very often but I feel bad for you so I’m making an exception.” She
points to the card. “You can pick it up if you want to, after I tell you what
it’s about. Or you can leave it on the bar. It’s completely up to you.”
My
curiosity is definitely piqued. When I glance down at the card I notice it only
has two words: The Club followed by a
phone number.
“What’s
The Club?”
“It’s a
kind of dating service.”
I frown.
“Do I look like need a date?”
“No, but
you said you need money. This is a special kind of dating service for extremely
wealthy men.”
I assume
that’s how she got her Rolex and other jewelry but I don’t want to be rude.
“Are you saying it’s kind of like having a sugar daddy?”
She
laughs. “That’s kind of an antiquated term but sort of. Most of the men in The
Club are older and they have very specific tastes. Most of them want younger
women but more importantly, they want women who will be there whenever and
however they want.”
I gulp.
Then I whisper. “Are you talking about prostitution?”
She
gives me a little smile. “Prostitution implies that you’re with multiple men
and they’re paying you for sex. It’s not like that. It’s more like you’re being
paid to be one man’s mistress.”
“Are
they married?”
She
laughs. “Some are. Some aren’t. Does it matter?”
“I think
it would to me.”
“Why?”
It’s a
good question. I’m not married. He’d be the one doing the cheating.
“Do you
mind if I ask how much money you’re talking about?”
“That’s
negotiable between you and the man who selects you. It’s called an arrangement.
You can negotiate any sort of arrangement you want.”
“Could
you give me a ballpark figure?”
“Usually
between three and five thousand a month.”
My eyes
grow wide at the thought of that kind of money. My ten dollars an hour at the
coffee shop, even with overtime and tips, doesn’t even come close to that.
“And
that doesn’t include all of the perks. A lot of the men like to provide their
girlfriends with generous gifts in addition to their arrangement.”
“You
said a lot of the guys are older. How old?”
An image
of a geriatric using a walker crosses my mind. I’m not sure I’d be able to have
sex with someone that old, if he could still even have sex.
“The guy
I have an arrangement with is fifty-four.”
That’s
ten years older than my dad. I can feel my stomach start to knot. Am I really
considering getting involved with some kind of club and being paid to have sex
with a guy who could be older than my father?
The
blonde leans in close. “Don’t let his age fool you. He can still perform in
bed. And I only have to see him two days a week for a few hours. And my arrangement
is non-exclusive. He doesn’t mind if I date other guys.”
“I don’t
really date that much,” I confess.
“That’s
even better. There are a lot of guys who want exclusive arrangements. Not as
many girls go in for that.”
I stare
at the business card for a few seconds. Is this something I’m actually
considering? I’m just not sure. There’s no doubt that I need the money but I’m
not sure about having sex with someone I don’t even know…for money.
“It’s
really not that bad,” she insists. “I wasn’t sure at first either but you get
used to it. And Alex can be a really sweet guy.”
She
makes a point of pushing the business card a little closer to me. “At least
meet with Claudia. You can always back out if a guy selects you and you don’t
like him.”
I pass
my hand over the card and hesitate for a moment. I feel like this is a pivotal
moment. Like my whole life could change just by picking up the card.
I take
in a deep breath then grab the card from the bar. Now that it’s actually in my
hand I feel like calling the phone number is inevitable.
Dream Cast
Jae Rothko (Alexander Skarsgård)
Rose Collins (Zoey Deutch)
Cali Gibson (Emily Browning)
Joey Rocco “Rocky” (Thomas McDonell)
December Reynolds (Teresa Palmer)
Playlist for Black Dog Nights
Black Dog (Led Zeppelin)
Bittersweet Symphony (The Verve)
Broken (Seether)
(Bang a Gong) Get it On (T. Rex)
Sweet Dreams (Emily Browning)
Let Her Go (Passenger)
About the Author
Ren Monterrey lives in a small town outside Phoenix, Arizona with her husband and their bloodhounds. She writes New Adult and Contemporary romance under a number of different pen names.
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