Title: Becoming A Jett Girl
Author: Meghan Quinn
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.
AMAZON // B&N
If you are going to read a book about an exotic dancer - this IS the one!
After hurricane Katrina killed her parents, Goldie has lived on the edge - of poverty and a hairs breadth away from being on streets. She's working at a strip club serving cocktails to faceless men with groping hands. She knows if she can just get onstage her life will change for the better.
She's having a good night when two men with sexy voices sit in her section. After a few drinks, they leave more than just a tip - there's a black business card with her name embossed in purple on it and a telephone number on the back. She doesn't know what it means. Her friend Layla sees the business card and flips her lid! The card represents an invitation to become a Jett Girl. Jett Girls work at an exclusive club and live the pampered lifestyle or so the rumor goes - no one on the outside really knows what it entails because Jett Girls are bound by contract to secrecy.
Goldie takes a chance on becoming a Jett Girl after being mugged - she doesn't have any other choice. Goldie had no idea how much her life would change when she agreed. She's living in a mansion with several other Jett Girls, Kace their trainer and Jett himself. She's got a regimented scheduled of exercising, training, waxing and other fun stuff. She's learning from Kace and the other girls what is expected of her.
Things seem to be going fine except for the fact that she hasn't met Jett yet and he hasn't called her up to the Bourbon room. In reality Goldie has met Jett, he was one of the two men in the bar with sexy voices. He had seen her around town and had to do everything in his power to make her a Jett Girl. He's trying to give her time to get used to the other girls and doesn't want to scare her with his "appetites".
Goldie's temper is rising, her desires climbing and she's going to blow up if she doesn't get called to see Jett soon! Jett knows she is gonna be trouble and turn his world topsy-turvy, but he can't resist her. When he calls her - desires ignite and they burn wildly for one another. They buckle in for the ride of their lives, hold on tight and hope they don't get burnt in the process.
The story comes complete with great friends, drinking games, peeping toms (or janes), bad guys, and buckets of steaming steaming moments. I will never look at a fishing pole or broccoli the same. Meghan did a great job of taking the seediness out of the adult profession and made it into something the reader can relate to. The way she blended the different aspects of the story together was pure talent. I am hoping there is more to come from Jett and Goldie and the rest of the crew!
~Review by Carmie~
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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