Release Blitz & Giveaway for Becoming a Jett Girl Meghan Quinn
Title: Becoming A Jett Girl
Author: Meghan Quinn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 1st, 2014
About Becoming A Jett Girl
How did I start the Lafayette Club?
Well, I’m in
the business of saving tarnished souls. I hand pick girls from the street who
have no options left in life and give them an opportunity they can’t possibly
refuse.
They come to
work in the Lafayette Club which is full of EXQUISITE DEBAUCHERY, where
influential men come to conduct business and lap dances are considered a fine
art.
The girls
are trained, they are morphed, they are educated, they follow the rules of the
club and they know to submit to me. They live by my motto, no relationships, no
love, just sex.
They are
never touched, only by me, they are never completely naked, only with me, and their
personas are entirely anonymous. The only person who knows who they truly are,
is me, Jett Colby.
If these
girls were ever seen on the streets of New Orleans, you would never know they
were a Jett Girl.
Excerpt
“Work Bitch”
Goldie
“Where the
fuck are my titty tassels?” Lyla announced, as she dug through her locker.
She was
always losing her tassels. To be honest, I didn’t know why she used them to
begin with; they were more eighties porn than New Orleans strip club, but she
swore they drove the men crazy. I wouldn’t know, since I was always stuck on
drink duty, but that wasn’t my choice.
“Seriously,
Goldie, have you seen my tassels? I’m on in five,” Lyla pleaded.
“I haven’t.
Maybe you should try something other than mini curtains hanging off your tits,
huh?
Maybe
wear...oh, what do they call it...a bra?”
“Where’s the
fun in that?” Lyla asked, as she shimmied her naked tits in my face and I tried
to smack her jugs away.
There was a
reason why Lyla, my roommate, was center stage at Kitten’s Castle every night.
She was drop-dead gorgeous. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a little lady
wood every time she was up on stage. She was one of those mixed breeds who
lucked out by having parents with perfect genes. Her skin was a deep brown
color, her eyes were light green, and her hair was pitch black. Exotic could be
a word to describe her, but I would also say fuck-me-in-the-ass beautiful.
Yeah, that pretty much described her.
Lyla gave up
on the search for her tassels and threw on a white cropped T-shirt over her
naked breasts.
“I’ll just
do my wet T-shirt routine tonight. There’s a bachelor party out there that has
a lot of money to spend,” she said, while wiggling her eyebrows.
“When is
there not a bachelor party out there?” I responded. “It’s New Orleans for
fuck’s sake and we work at one of the most premier spots for men to get away
with murder when they’re away from their own personal finger huts. You know,
since the lighting is pretty much non-existent in here.”
Lyla
crinkled her nose at my statement. “Hey, I like the fact that the lights aren’t
very bright in here. I’d rather not have a spotlight shining up my Britney
while I’m dancing on stage.”
“Easy for
you to say; you’re not the one delivering drinks in the dark. I swear, Marv is
trying to kill me out there.” I slammed my hand on the vanity and said, “And
when the hell am I going to get my chance on stage?”
“Down girl.
You get paid well.”
“Yeah, but I
get groped every time a pass a hairy and horny man and, as we know, that’s
pretty much every guy in this dump.”
“You got to
work it, bitch, if you want to get the hell out of here, so stop complaining
and put your garter belt on. We have some willing customers out there with some
fat wallets.”
I huffed and
waved Lyla off as she raced out to the stage to get ready for her act.
I looked
into the mirror and studied the reflection that looked back at me. Ugh, I hated
that my life had become an uphill climb of trying to pay off bills and debt
that were, unfortunately, not even mine, but that of my dead parents. Every
day, I have to practically sell my soul to skeezy men just to make sure I don’t
go hungry and I can pay off the stack of bills that are piling up on my
counter.
I’ve spent
the last nine years of my life trying to climb back from the hole that
Hurricane Katrina put in it and it hasn’t been easy, especially since I have no
degree and no job experience.
That’s why
I’m currently sitting in front of a rusty old vanity with piss poor lighting,
outlining my azure colored eyes with cheap-as-fuck eyeliner and praying that
only one man tries to stick his thumb in my ass tonight. It was a common
occurrence amongst the pervs.
About Meghan Quinn
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, besides “The Notebook” I made time to read the heartbreaking novel.
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 am currently residing 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 children.
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