Saturday, October 4, 2014

Uncomplicated by Dawn Robertson and J.M. Walker, Spotlight

Uncomplicated by Dawn Robertson and J.M. Walker





Three days a week I work your everyday nine-to-five. The paperwork is never-ending. The pay is mediocre, and the office drama is simply intolerable. But the other four days a week, I am my own boss.
My name is Jennifer Sunshine and I am a Vegas Call Girl.
My clients range from frat boys on spring break to multimillionaire business men with stuffy wives and less than ideal equipment.
I don’t have a daddy-complex or some kind of sob story.
I don’t need the money, but it certainly is nice.
The only thing I crave is the exhilarating feeling I get from being in control of something. Anything.
My life is uncomplicated, simple even.
That was until he bulldozed his way into my life, and everything changed.
Overnight he made me realize how much I truly need him.
**** This book contains strong language and adult situations. 18+ ****



The sound of laughter echoed through my apartment as Jennifer strolled into the vast living room. “Well, I’m, Nora. I am happy for
you.” I smiled, knowing she was talking about Nora and Dean. The guy had finally settled down. Not sure for how long, but whatever.
“No, I don’t think you’re crazy.” Jennifer stopped when she came into the dining room and saw me sitting at the table. She grinned and walked up to me before placing herself in my lap. I kissed her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her middle, breathing in the sweet scent of lavender.
She placed a peck on my mouth and frowned. “Nora, I’ll call you back.” She hung up the phone and threw it on the table. “What’s wrong?”

I didn’t know why I was surprised, but shock tore through me that she could tell something was off. “How do you know something’s wrong?”
She tapped lightly on my glasses. “I noticed that you only wear them before bed or when you have a headache. Clearly it’s too early for you to be getting ready for bed, so something has to be wrong.”
“Perceptive,” I mumbled.
“Talk to me. Please,” she pleaded, entwining our fingers.
I looked down at our joined hands in her lap. “I had a business meeting today.”
She nodded in encouragement.
“My brother was there.”
Jennifer gasped. “What? How the hell did that happen?”
I chuckled and sighed. “He’s a business associate of the guy that’s trying to buy my clubs from me, Antonio Conti.”
“He wants your clubs?”
I nodded. “They’re all over North America in prime locations. At first, I thought he wanted to work with me, but soon found out I was wrong.”
“Okay, but I sense something else is going on,” she said, running her other hand through the hair at my nape.
The touch, although small, eased the tension that had built in my body since seeing Yan that afternoon. “They threatened to go to you regarding my past if I didn’t sign over my clubs,” I said in one breath.
Jennifer frowned. “Your past?”
I looked away and nodded. “My clubs are legal. One hundred percent, but I have underground dealings with anything and everyone. You name it? I have my hand in it. But...” I looked up and met her blue gaze, and breathed a sigh of relief.
No judgment. No yelling and screaming on how much of a loser I was. She listened attentively to every word that left my mouth, and I think I fell in love with her even more at that moment.
“I want to change. You make me want to change. Call me crazy. Call me fucking delusional, but you make me want to be a better man.”



Dawn Robertson

Dawn Robertson is a twenty-something indie erotic romance, and mother. She lives in sunny senior citizen packed Florida, where she wrangles her kids, and Pitbull puppy.

Dawn can normally be found swearing like a sailor, making late night drive-thru appearances, arguing with her kids (or being run over by their power wheels), reading a steamy romance while hiding in her bathroom, writing her little heart out on her laptop (or dragging her Macbook to the Genius bar praying they can save her latest work in progress), or sipping on a smoothie. She loves to hear from her fans, readers, and authors alike. Feel free to drop her a message.

Dawn rarely takes life seriously, so be sure to expect heavy sarcasm from her. She is also the life of the party, so be sure to meet up with her at one of the many author events she will be attending in the next couple months. Buy her a shot of whiskey, and she will love you for life.

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J.M. Walker

When J.M. isn't working her Monday-Friday 9-5 job, she's spending her time reading, writing and with the love of her life.

She's an all around Canadian girl. Born and raised in a small city.

If you don't see J.M. writing, you'll find her with her nose in a book. Whether it's her words or someone else's, she's drawn to it.

J.M. loves stories with Alpha broken males and that need to be ripped apart and put back together again. Men that fall to their knees over a wink or a giggle from their females.

Two things you will never find J.M. without; her cell phone and lip gloss. If she has both of those items, you have a happy girl.

Since starting her writing adventure in 2013, J.M. has met many people, real life, online, in her head and she loves every single one of them. Without the support from others, none of this would be possible and she's grateful for all that has been given to her.

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 Dawn Robertson and J.M. Walker are both Beau Coup authors!



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