ISBN Print: 978-1-5092-1664-2
ISBN Digital: 978-1-5092-1665-9
Page Count: 388
Word Count: 99102
Somehow, it’s always about the money. Sharon Saluda, in her junior year at Pisgah College, doesn’t have nearly enough of it, and a diploma is her ticket out of the narrow confines of small town life in Jacob’s Bluff, NC. A career as a stripper seems a promising solution, but when that ends badly, a desperate Sharon capitalizes on that most basic of needs—sex—by matching up college coeds with faculty clientele.
Her job description takes a dramatic uptick when Connor Shaw arrives and wants her as his own—for a very good price, of course. She takes the plunge, body and soul, because this man is gorgeous, ridiculously wealthy, and the sex is out of this world. But there’s always a catch…right?
She’ll take the money…and run.
“Take a good look, kid.” Gloria lifted her glasses. Her left eye was swollen almost shut and colored a dark blue.
“Jesus, who did this?” Sharon asked.
“In our business we don’t name names. Remember that.”
“Shouldn’t you tell the police?”
Gloria started a laugh that came out as a snort. “That’s the last thing I would do. They know me there, and they know how I make my living. If I went to the police station crying over a black eye they’d laugh right in my face.”
“It’s not right,” Sharon said.
“Your ideas about right and wrong are mixed up. Once you get the whore label stuck on you nobody cares what happens to you, unless you get your throat cut and you bleed out in a public place.”
Sharon shook her head. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing.”
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