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STAND ALONE BOOK 1
HOOKING INTO LOVE
Ex-biker-turned-businesswoman Stacey Waters moves back to Syracuse, New York, to mourn the loss of her wife. Grief and loneliness keeps her a solitary figure, and she likes it that way. There is no room in her broken heart for anything else. Hooker Izzy Webster left New York City and most of her demons behind, but she still only knows one way to make a living. When she spots Stacey in a club one night, it seems she is found her mark.
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CHAPTER 1
Tourist season was always a hit or miss time for a hooker in Syracuse, or, at least, Izzy Webster assumed it was. She hadn’t really been in the city long enough to tell. In the city she’d left behind, every day had been dicey and dirty. Even in summer, the sun was no match for the noise and smog of the Big Apple. Syracuse was different—quieter, cleaner, and conversely less predictable. In New York City, she wouldn’t have thought twice about approaching the miserable-looking hottie leaning against the front wall of the city’s only gay bar, because one protracted stare would’ve told her all she needed to know: that the blond woman was rich, lonely, and lost, and easy pickings for the faceless good time Izzy had to offer. Here in Syracuse though, Izzy couldn’t be sure the woman was even gay, much less willing to put her hand in her pocket for the privilege of having Izzy in her bed. Or that she didn’t have a bunch of friends waiting around the corner, ready to give an audacious lesbian hooker a good beating.
Not that Izzy particularly minded a good kicking. In the right context, that shit was fun and the sick side of her enjoyed it. Focus. Are you marking her, or not? It was a fair question because Syracuse was a city that had a respectable bedtime. If she didn’t pick up a job soon, she would be done for the night. Fuck it. Izzy ducked behind a street light and lit up her last weed pipe. She sucked down a lungful of herbal smoke and closed her eyes as it filtered into her bloodstream, dulling what remained of her inhibitions and lighting her senses with a subtle fire. Reborn, she opened her eyes. Colors brightened, the stars sparkled, and across the street, the blond was more alluring than ever.
With her high cheekbones, shaggy hair, and slim shoulders, all wrapped up in ripped jeans and a designer T-shirt, she was the kind of gal Izzy dreamed of when she went to bed alone. Izzy crossed the road, weaving through the late-night revelers who were spilling from the club, searching for taxis to take them home. The blond saw her coming. Her previously empty stare turned curious, and Izzy’s confidence took a boost. Perhaps she’d struck gold. “How are you?”
The blond smiled slightly, showing Izzy a beautiful set of teeth. “Good, thanks. You?” Izzy shrugged. “I’m bored. This club is shit.”
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