Book Hooks: Exposure -- #audio #murder #MFRWHooks

I’m hooking again today, this time with a snippet from Exposure: An Erotic Murder Mystery. The book is rated X but this particular snippet is PG. It will give you a feeling for my heroine, street-smart, down-to-earth exotic dancer Stella Xanathakeos.

I’m sharing this today because the book just came out in audio format. You can get your copy at Amazon, or Audible. 

 

The novel is also available as an ebook, of course, at Amazon, BN and other fine publishers.

By the way, I have a few free audio review copies available. If you are interested, please leave me a comment with your email and I’ll send you one. First come, first serve, of course!

Oh, and if you want to read a spicier bit, check out my Sizzling Sundaypost from a few days ago.

Here’s the blurb:

Sex, blood and betrayal: it's all in a day's work.

Stella is just minding her own business and having a bit of fun, working as an exotic dancer at the Peacock Lounge. Through no fault of her own, she witnesses a double murder and gets pulled into a shady dance of deceit with political bigwigs, mob bosses, dirty cops and scheming widows. Now she's everyone's target; her only chance is to sift through the lies and expose the truth.

And here’s the hook:

I strip for the fun of it. Don’t let anyone tell you different. It’s not the money. I could make nearly as much working at the mill and keep my clothes on, but then I’d have to suck up to the bosses. Here at the Peacock, I’m the one in charge, and I like it that way.

Sometimes I think it’s a sort of revenge, for all the times I heard those nasty calls trailing after me: Honey Jugs, Monster Boobs, Bouncer. Not to mention those sweaty, awkward clinches in back seats, trying to please. Trying to be popular. Now they can’t take their eyes off my breasts, swinging back and forth in time to the music. Their tongues are hanging out. I can see the tents in their laps. They all want me. I know how to make them want me. I’m an expert. But I’m off limits. They can look, they can drool, they can beg me. But my job’s to turn them on and bring them to the bursting point, then send them home unsatisfied.

That’s my view, anyway. Some of the other girls think different. All in all, though, the Peacock Lounge is a pretty classy joint, not like some of the sleaze pits down near the railroad.

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