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Nicole Tillman
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Claire has made
her fair share of mistakes, her biggest being the fling she shared with her
best friend's older brother, Rush. Lucky for her, Rush hopped on a plane the
next day bound for California, leaving her to sweep their chemistry under the
rug in her run-down apartment in the Ozarks. Claire is more than okay with that
arrangement. She's happy with the life she's living and doesn't need any of the
complications that come with a man like Rush.
However, when
Claire loses her cushy job at the Early Rise Diner, she finds that scoring a
decent job in her backwoods town isn't going to be as easy as she had
anticipated.
Enter Rush.
When Rush gets
an invitation to return home for his best friend's bachelor party, the first
thing he imagines is a spicy reunion with the one girl he hasn't been able to
forget. He can't wait to ditch his buddies and slink off to her apartment. So,
when he walks through the door of the one-and-only strip joint within a five
hour radius of his hometown, the last person he expects to see is Claire.
Scantily-clad
in bedazzled leather, he's stunned to see her wild blonde hair flipping back
and forth as she serves up rum and whiskey sours.
Disappointed,
and more than a little enraged, he makes her an offer she can't refuse.
Before she
knows it, Claire is on her way to California, ready to put her culinary degree
to work in a big city. Grateful for Rush's connections, she throws caution to
the wind in order to make something of herself. She's entrusted her future
security to Rush, but in no way intends to entrust him with anything else; not
her body and especially not her heart.
Claire blossoms
on the West Coast. Life is everything she expected it to be. That is, until she
discovers that Rush hasn't been completely up front about their arrangement. In
an instant, she's ready to hop on a plane and head home, giving up the glamor
and fast-paced life she's been salivating over for years in exchange for the
sleepy, backwoods town she finally managed to escape.
Bored?
While I'm dancing?
How dare he...
I flung my legs over the edge of the
stage, barely missing one of the men attempting to shove a one dollar bill in
my bra. I didn't stop, didn't collect. I just continued on my way to the man
scowling at his friends, like a titty bar was the worst place in the world to
be. I wanted to change his mind. No- I needed to.
He didn't fight me as I pushed him back
into his chair. His friends quickly found their seats, scooting as close as
possible to the action. Still, his expression didn't waiver and I wondered why
the spotlight hadn't followed me out onto the floor. This stranger's face was
shadowed, and I hated that I couldn't get a read on him.
Slinging my legs over his lap, I
straddled him, grinding to the music as I performed my very first lap dance.
All the men at his table leaned forward to shove bills into the top of my
stockings and my thong; the only two items of clothing I had left.
Without as much as a warning, the man
behind the glasses slapped at their arms, bringing them to a halt with just one
swing.
Suddenly, I didn't like it. I didn't
like it one bit and I wanted to get out of there. I leaned back, lowering my
legs to stand, but the stranger clutched onto my thighs with a force I hadn't
expected, crushing me against the bulge in his pants.
A tiny shriek left my mouth and I saw
Ian advance in an instant. I shook my head, gesturing for him to back off, and
he surprisingly listened. Still, he crept just a few feet closer.
I could handle the shady douchebag. He
was just another guy. Another faceless dick in the crowd. I was in control. He
was in my territory.
With one last roll of my hips, I pried
his fingers off and moved them to my chest, hoping to distract him enough to
skitter out from under his grip. Only then did I get a reaction.
He growled.
Actually freaking growled.
For the first time in all the days I'd
been working at The Captain, I felt off my game. My job was to entertain, to
turn on the customers. I wasn't supposed to be turned on bythem. But that's
exactly what was happening. I felt everything south of my navel contract at the
dominating noise escaping his throat.
I had to see his eyes.
Quickly, so he couldn't stop me, I
jerked his glasses from his face. As soon as they hit the table behind him, I
wished I hadn't. I wished I hadn't gotten off the stage. I wished I hadn't even
went into work.
The cold rolling through my bones froze
me to the spot as the angry blue of his eyes threatened to knock me on my ass.
They were so bright, so intense, so very, very familiar.
I'd misread the man.
He wasn't bored. He was pissed.
“Rush...”
Nicole Tillman is an author who hasn't always had a love of reading. As a child, she struggled to string words together and would hide in the back of the classroom with her head down in hopes that the teacher would forget she existed. Eventually, she was introduced to a young adult series by a family friend and her love of reading bloomed.
Nicole now weaves her own stories, content to lose sleep in order to write both contemporary romance and thriller/suspense novels. She lives in the Ozarks of Missouri with her husband, two sons, and two dogs.
Nicole has an Associate’s Degree in General Studies though Missouri State University and was on her way to completing her Bachelors in Creative Writing when she decided to take a sabbatical to focus on work and her family. Now a stay at home mother, she dedicates her time to her boys, writing, and photography.
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