Being a Jett
Girl Synopsis:
How did I
become a Jett Girl?
Hell if I know,
one moment I’m working at the premiere spot for creepy men and sloppy drunks
and the next, I’m being whisked away by a moody ex-boxer and a mysterious man
in a suit that overlooks his girls from the third floor of the Lafayette Club.
It wasn’t easy
but now that I’m a Jett Girl, there is only one thing on my mind and that is
Jett Colby.
He has captured
me, stolen my heart and entwined my soul into his at such an alarming rate that
it seems almost difficult to breathe without him holding me, touching me,
kissing me...
He won’t give
me his heart though, he won’t let me own every last inch of him and not because
he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t want to jeopardize my ambiguity.
Because of
this, there is only one thing standing in my way when it comes to completely
and utterly living my life with Jett Colby and it’s called Lot 17.
Meghan Quinn
Bio:
When I was in
high school I occasionally read books but was consumed by other teenage things
so I didn't take the time to appreciate a good book on a cloudy day, wrapped up
in a blanket on the couch. It wasn't until I received a Kindle for Christmas
one year that my world completely flipped upside down. When looking for books I
came across the Contemporary Romance genre and was sold and I haven't turned
back since.
You can either
find my head buried in my Kindle, listening to inspiring heart ripping music or
typing away on the computer twisting and turning the lives of my characters
while driving my readers crazy with anticipation.
I currently
reside in beautiful Colorado Springs where the sun is always shining and there
is a trail waiting to be hiked on every corner. I share a lovely and warm home
with the love of my life and my five, four-legged.
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Silently,
I peeked around the corner to get a good look at the center stage and saw Diego
sitting in a chair, watching something at the top of the ceiling.
When I looked up, I saw crimson
fabric wrapped into a cocoon shape dangling from the ceiling. My gaze turned
back to Diego who was moving to the beat of the music. He was shirtless,
wearing only a vest over his broad mocha chest that showed off the perfect cut
of his muscles. He was wearing a pair of black jeans that were open at the
waist, displaying a sexy trail of hair that led to his waistline. His abs
rippled under the movements he was making with his torso, causing my mouth to
water. When I pulled my eyes off his abs, I took in his face and saw that he
was wearing black eye-liner, making his gray eyes pop out even more, giving him
an almost sinister look. His appearance was pulled altogether with a worn out
top hat that sat crookedly on his head. He was liquid chocolate waiting to be
licked.
The music picked up and I saw
his body tense as he continued to look up. Clearly I was just showing up at the
right time for a show, so I sat down in the hallway, which thankfully was dark
since the only light that was showing was one spotlight on Diego.
I had a great view that was just
close enough to see the glorious bulge in Diego’s pants but far enough way to
remain undetected. I was in for a treat. I rubbed my hands together and got
ready for a show.
With the blare of a bass rocking
through the speakers, the lights switched off and red laser beams shone down
from the ceiling at the same time the cocoon started to unravel from the top.
Multiple pieces of fabric fell down with the cocoon, showering the room with
waves of crimson. The lights beamed off the fabric, giving off a dramatic
effect, making it almost seem like there was a shower of red falling from the
tall ceilings.
Once the unraveling stopped,
Diego stood, with his pants hanging low and walked over to where a now dangling
woman hung from the fabric.
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