Book & Author Details:
Dirty Morals
by Lexi Adams
Publication date: November 12th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis:
Good girls work hard. Good girls keep their noses clean and don’t do
anything that would be considered morally questionable. I’m a good girl…
Or at least that’s what I used to think.
With my mom sick and health care bills mounting, who has time to do
things right anymore? I have to take care of things, and fast. So what
if being paid for sex is a bad idea? It’s only once or twice—until Caleb
Robertson, with his bright blue eyes and propensity for saying and
doing everything right, books me for the night. Suddenly there’s no
longer a right or wrong. There’s just my heart, and it’s about to be
broken.
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Dirty Morals Excerpt 1
The next day finds me
feeling a bit more cheerful… hell, who am I kidding? As soon as I left
my Mom alone in her room for the day, I was miserable again. At the very
least, it’s my day off and I can take some small comfort in that. I
make the short trek to the coffee shop down the street from my apartment
to meet with my friend, Kara Rogers. As usual, she’s sitting in a booth
waiting with my coffee already ordered. I slip into the booth, taking
the paper cup in my hands. It is steaming hot but it keeps me grounded
as I try to focus on what my best friend is going off on a tangent
about. Kara is one of the few people who knows about my rather grim
living situation and she’s always looking for some weird new ways for me
to make some extra cash.
“– and you don’t even have to
have sex with them, at least, not always! Girls are making thousands,”
she rambles and I blink my eyes in confusion as I try to make some sense
of what she’s talking about.
“Wait. Kara, what the hell?
Are you talking about prostitution? Seriously?” I hiss, able to piece
the story together somewhat judging from what I’d heard. Kara rolls her
eyes, sipping from her iced coffee.
“It’s an escort
website. Really high profile. If you were listening, you’d realize that
it’s not prostitution. Well… not really,” she says defensively. I roll
my eyes, feeling my phone suddenly vibrate in my pocket. I grab it,
swiping it unlocked only to see a message from Kara. It’s the URL of the
website she’s telling me about. My thumb immediately moves to the
delete button but something gives me pause. I stare at the message for a
long moment before closing out of it, notably not deleting the stupid
thing. Kara seems to notice, lips curled into a sly smile.
“I’ll
look at it later, just for laughs,” I say defensively. She submissively
throws her hands up and goes off on some other tangent that I scarcely
pay any mind to,. In spite of my scorn for her suggestion, I can’t deny
that there’s something interesting about the concept.
“Shit,” Kara blurts suddenly and I focus in just in time to see her packing up to leave.
“You’re gone, then?” I sigh, standing from the booth and tossing my empty cup into the garbage bin.
“The
boss just texted, apparently someone called in today and I need to
cover for them. Rain check, alright? It’s not like you were paying me
any attention, anyway,” she teases, though there’s no malice in her
words. I smile, feeling somewhat abashed at how obvious I’d been.
“Sorry,
Kara. You know how it is,” I explain weakly. She smiles, leaning in to
kiss me on the cheek before quickly shuffling out of the coffee shop.
“See
you next time, Maggie. Think about what I told you,” she calls back as
she steps through the door. I’m sure there’s no way in hell I’d consider
selling my body for pay, though I suppose she did say it was for
companionship as well. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… No! I’m not even
going to think about it. I’m going to go home, look for a new job and
forget this entire conversation.
That idea works until
much later that evening, after I’ve had about two glasses of wine. I’m a
lightweight, what can I say? The way I saw it, there was little harm in
checking out this little escort website. Like I’d told Kara, I’ll just
look at it for a few good laughs. I clumsily type in the link, propping
my chin up in my hand as I scroll through the page. The profiles of the
female members look relatively innocuous and some have their earnings
listed on their profile sidebars. My eyes widen at some of the large
numbers I see and for a moment I’m tempted.
Much longer
than a moment, truthfully. I’m tempted long enough to go through the
process of making a profile, taking a few drunk selfies before deciding
to use a photo from my cousin’s wedding. I keep telling myself it’s just
so I can see some of the private features; just for fun, no harm can
come of it. In spite of myself, with the booze fogging my mind a bit, I
kind of hope to get a message. It’d be flattering, at the very least.
With a single click, I save my profile and push away from the computer. I stumble a bit as
I
head to my bedroom, my mother having gone to bed hours previously.
Hitting the mattress, I’m as good as dead to the world. For once, I get
some decent rest, but I know it’s likely just a fluke.
The
sound of my phone vibrating the next morning jolts me awake and I
glance around blearily before managing to snag it off of the nightstand.
I swipe it unlocked, blinking as I try to make out the words on the
screen. It’s a notification from some website that I’d drunkenly signed
up for. Nothing new, I tend to get download crazy when I’m drunk. Much
to my surprise, however, it’s a notification from that escort site I’d
joined.
“Hello, I’d like to meet up with you for a
night,” I read aloud, snorting in disbelief. It’s not as flattering as
I’d have thought, especially considering that the male profiles have
more features for anonymity. I type back two letters, a simple ‘NO’.
Hitting send, I expect the conversation to be over and done with.
Moments later, as if this guy had been anticipating my response, my
phone lights up again. “There’s five grand with your name on it, if you
agree to meet me,” the message reads. My eyes widen in disbelief as I
read over it again, unable to believe that some crazy guy would offer
five grand just to spend the night with me.
There’s no
way I’m willing to sacrifice my dignity for this… even if five grand is
incredibly tempting. Swallowing a lump that I’m surprised has formed in
my throat, I shakingly type out another rejection. There’s no telling
what this guy looks like, or what on Earth he plans to do to me. It’s a
matter of safety at this point; admittedly I’ve already given up on the
idea of keeping my dignity intact.
“If you’re worried
about my intentions, I assure you that you will be well taken care of. I
wouldn’t dare see harm befall such a beautiful young woman, especially
if you were under my… care,” the next message reads and I’m startled by
how relentless this guy is. Before I can formulate a response, he sends
me a winking emoticon. Suddenly wondering what he means by ‘care’, I
can’t deny that my interest is piqued.
In all
likelihood, this guy probably looks like he got hit in the face with a
shovel as a kid. No good looking or actually self-respecting guy would
join one of these sleazy websites. Then
again, I never would have expected that I’d join either.
“Fuck
it,” I mumble, fingers darting across the on screen keyboard. I agree
to meet him, under the condition that there be no expectations on this
first meeting. I’ll check him out, but nothing more than that. He sends a
smiling emoticon and then one with a kissing face. Inexplicably tickled
by how goofily charming this man seems to be, I hesitate before tossing
my phone aside.
Ugh. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
What happened to the Maggie Stroud who carried herself with pride? I
suppose she died long ago. The new Maggie would do almost anything if
presented with the opportunity to earn five grand.
Almost anything…
