Excerpt
from Hooked
by Jane May
Prologue
Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom bursting with strip malls, luxury high-rises and enough bling to stretch across the Atlantic Ocean and back, Raymond Prince prepared to anoint a royal consort in the backseat of a cobalt blue Mercedes sedan.
With a full moon as his guide, Raymond unhooked the front-loading brassiere of his target market and chuckled to himself. Damn, if those tan-lined double Ds didn’t remind him of the headlights of an eighteen-wheeler!
“Nothing like the feel of genuine nappa leather seats against bare skin,” he said to the redhead whose name he’d forgotten after the second round of drinks. “So luxuriously sensual and soft, eh, babe?”
“Oh, yes,” she replied, giggling. “But, Prince, you’re, you’re so, so . . .”
“Ready to drive a hard bargain, perhaps?”
Raymond sucked in his gut and had just unbuttoned his jeans when the echo of footsteps -- specifically, high heels walking in a slow, determined gait -- caused his gear shift to malfunction and his heart to sputter like a waterlogged engine.
The cause for his alarm was well founded. At this hour, the dealership had long since been locked and blocked. Nobody was permitted on the lot except for his security guard, Jorge, and he sure as hell didn’t own any stilettos.
“What was that?” whispered the redhead, failing miserably to cover her breasts with the palms of her hands.
“Probably nothing, babe, but let the Prince here check it out.”
Copyright © 2007 Jane May