Tasty Tuesday Snippet: Daddy’s Angel #ebook #kindle

BLURB:

Angela McCool had always wanted to be a movie star. She’d pictured her name in bright lights, signing autographs, and giving press interviews. A one-way trip to Hollywood was going to be her big break. Many auditions and failed opportunities later, Angela was saved by a man named Jackson under one condition – that he owned her.

Jackson Fischer was a businessman who saw money at every opportunity. It was fate that he met Angela one night and it took little convincing to make her go home with him. Now came the bigger challenge – to keep her.

Enzo De Laurentis is an agent to the stars and had dealt with many insane requests over the past several years. He also knows talent when he sees it. When he meets Angela, he knows he can turn her into the Next Big Thing – as long as he gets her away from her pimp.

Will Angela be able to escape Jackson before it’s too late? Is Enzo really her saving grace?

Daddy’s Angel is a sensual/erotic book that deals with prostitution, empowerment, and trust issues.

 

Unedited SNIPPET:

It was no surprise that Jackson toed the line of sweet angelic son in front of his parents and hell raiser in the community. With his mother emotionally absent and his father physically gone, it was money who’d really raised Jackson. Whenever Jacqueline wanted him out of the home, she literally threw dollars at him so he could go ‘be busy somewhere and out of her sight.’ Don would shower Jackson with expensive and rare gifts whenever he felt guilty about his actions and fortunate for Jackson, that was often.

It was his nanny, Miss Celia, an older Southern Black woman who nourished him and taught him right from wrong. She was the one that took him to his baseball games on the weekends and picked him up from school during the weekdays. She helped with his homework and found tutors for him when the assignments were beyond her reach. If Jackson was being rowdy, she was the first to swat him with a wooden spoon she kept tucked away in her apron. Jackson felt closer to her than to his own mother – a fact that had never left his thoughts once he reached adulthood.

When Celia died years ago, Jackson was crushed; crying for days and huddling into his room. He cried at her funeral and found comfort in Celia’s family when his mother shunned him, stating she didn’t want him to ruin her cashmere sweater with his tears.

Jackson should’ve not been so surprised when the very next day, a new caretaker by the name of Ana, showed up at his front door as if Celia and her many years of work had never existed. Jackson could honestly say it was that moment troublemaker Jackson died and a new rebellious Jackson was born.

He was in and out of trouble starting in his late teens – smoking pot, staying out past curfew, and petty theft. Each time he had gotten caught by the police, Jacqueline would simply roll her eyes and drag herself back upstairs to consume more pills. Don sweet talked whatever police officer caught Jackson and offer some bribes. And Ana played the role of good house servant and kept her mouth shut.

Jackson decided to get even bolder with his antics, going as far where he needed an attorney to answer to charges of DUI while joyriding in his father’s fancy cars. All the attorney did was keep him out of jail and running an expensive tab for Don.

Some called it White privilege or affluenza. All that Jackson knew was he was a rich White kid that had a lot of money and time.

It also made him feel invincible and untouchable.

He grew up watching many of his classmates grew up to become reality stars or famous in some other aspect. Whoever didn’t become famous, became lawyers, doctors, or executives.

And then there was Jackson – rich and bored. His intelligence could’ve gotten him into any prestigious school in or out of the United States and his wealth would’ve kept him afloat forever. Jackson didn’t want to be like everyone else. He just didn’t know what it was that was his passion.

He could vividly recall the moment his life changed forever. One of his friends became a world-famous actor, and hired Jackson to be his personal assistant. Jackson ran errands and did whatever his friend wanted from grabbing lattes to picking up designer suits for award ceremonies to making late-night drug runs. In exchange, Jackson had unlimited access to other celebrities. He quickly discovered that behind the stage makeup, designer wardrobe, and numerous awards were people who were broken and battered – fragile egos damaged by horrible childhoods and haunting career choices.

He also discovered the same people had kinks that needed to be met.

It was one night after a sex marathon with a Hollywood starlet that a new untapped resource was born. “Jackson,” the young woman moaned and writhed beneath him as he kneaded his hands into her supple flesh, “you have the hands of an angel. I would pay to keep you around just to massage me.”

It was an idea Jackson wished he’d thought of sooner. He loved sex and he loved massages. What better way to combine them both?

So it began – a quest to make his prostitution business legit. First, he would have to become certified in massage therapy. Then, he would have to find the perfect women. They would have to be weak, down on their last dollars, and desperate. Mentally-strong women wouldn’t do because he didn’t want to keep a rotation. No, he wanted these girls to need him and be the brain when they didn’t want to think. He would also have to approach these girls as someone who would legitimately help and not hurt them.

It was by luck that he looked like a Ken doll – blonde hair, cobalt blue eyes, a muscular tawny build, and a schoolboy charm that would make any woman want to drop her panties for him. Many of the items he owned – clothing, cars, and expensive trinkets – were given to him for free, simply because of his looks.

No woman would look at him and think he was a fast-talking pimp who had hoes on a corner. Instead, they looked at Jackson as the guy next door. He was convincing, letting the girls that he was only trying to help and if they wanted to leave, they could anytime they wanted. He was the shoulder to cry on, the counselor whenever there was a problem, the disciplinarian whenever there was an issue with the girls. With the perfect smile and soft dimples in his face, Jackson looked endearing and safe.

Of course, being wreckless in bed didn’t hurt, either. Jackson had a reputation of bringing his conquests to multiple orgasms and making them sore for days long after a night with him. His oral skills were legendary as his cock, making a woman sing as she held his face down in her nectar and rode his tongue to many orgasms throughout the night.

He wasn’t a pimp. He was a stockbroker, if you will. Just as a person would watch the stocks to see how their money is doing, Jackson eyed his girls to make sure they acted right. To him, he was merely a protector of his investments.

And his investments were managing his personal massage business. High-class executives, Hollywood actors, musicians, athletes, and regular Joe Schmoes would call up Jackson’s service to set up an appointment. The girls would go to the client’s house, render any services, and return home to Jackson, with a large wad of cash in tow. It was always discreet and untraceable, especially back to Jackson. He was sure some person in a white coat with a couple of letters at the end of their name would tell him that his issues with women were related to his mother and the massage business was a fuck you to her in some form. They were probably right.

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The first half of Daddy’s Angel will be available for FREE (20K words) next week with the full book out (PAID) in late April.

 

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