I have some updating to do on Beauty From Pain. I've posted some things on Facebook that haven't made it to my blog yet. This could be sensory overload for you. Just sayin'...
Beauty From Pain Excerpt
(Jack McLachlan's POV)
I sit in the dark corner of the club and scan the room like a starved predator searching for his next prey. I haven't chosen her yet, but the woman I will share my bed with for the next few months is in this room right now.
I watch a lovely blonde approach my table. “What can I bring you?” Hmm. A waitress-not at all my usual taste.
I have a type. Attractive. Mature. Refined. This barmaid meets the attractive requirement well enough, but she’s void of refinement or maturity as displayed by her choice of apparel-a white barely there tank top and frazzled cut-off denim shorts. She doesn’t do it for me. Plus, my last two companions were blonde. I want a different flavor this time, but no redheads. I want a brunette. A beautiful one.
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