Drowning in Rapture
(Rapture #1)
by
Megan D. Martin
(Rapture #1)
by
Megan D. Martin
 |
Publication date: February 1, 2014
Genres: Erotica, Romance |
~ Synopsis ~
I didn’t plan to become a stripper who
performs live sex shows.
But that’s what happened. It’s what I do, and I’m good at it.
I was going to go on and do something with my life. I was going to be something more than just a piece of ass.
But that’s not how it worked it out.
Men don’t control me. Not anymore. Not until my best friend left and he came into my life.
I don’t want lose myself and drown in another man. But I’m afraid it’s already too late.
**This book is intended for mature audiences only due to graphic depictions of sex and bad language.
But that’s what happened. It’s what I do, and I’m good at it.
I was going to go on and do something with my life. I was going to be something more than just a piece of ass.
But that’s not how it worked it out.
Men don’t control me. Not anymore. Not until my best friend left and he came into my life.
I don’t want lose myself and drown in another man. But I’m afraid it’s already too late.
**This book is intended for mature audiences only due to graphic depictions of sex and bad language.
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~ Excerpt ~
The
Ripper stepped to my side and jerked something from his pocket. Silver flashed
before my eyes. A knife. I opened my mouth to scream as fear overwhelmed
me, but the knife sliced through the fabric between my tits severing the
material completely. My breasts bounced out of the shells as the fabric fell to
either side. The crowd moaned in unison, and for a second I thought the Ripper
did too. He ran the dull side of his switch-blade between my breasts. I wanted
to hate the feeling, be sickened by it, but I wasn’t. The cool metal against my
skin only amped up my awareness.
And
just as suddenly as it appeared the blade was gone, disappearing back into his
black jacket. He stepped up on something next to me. What is he standing on?
He must have brought it in the glass bowl with him.
“I’m
going to touch you and I want you to dance for me.”
I
turned my face to him, ready to tell him that the idea was absurd. How could I
dance for him with my arms bound, dangling over a pit of oil?
“Not
for them, Julia. For me.”
“How
do you know my—”
“For
me.” He bit the words out as if they were painful.
He
knows my name?
No
one called me Julia anymore. Not since I left home.
He
grasped the breast closest to him. My sensitive flesh seemed to light up like a
firework under his touch. I moaned and writhed my body.
“That’s my girl. Just
like that.”
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~ About the Author ~
Megan D. Martin is
a multi-published author, mother, student and editor. In her spare
time she enjoys decorating her house with strange things that do not
match, playing her old school Nintendo Entertainment System, and buying
fish for her many fish tanks.
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