By Casey L Bond and Rachael Brownell
Tag line: "He's never lost a game..."
It's dual perspective so you get to live what each of the main characters live.
It's different than anything either of us has written so far. It's dark and twisted, in a good way, and will keep you guessing at every turn.
A dangerous game has begun….
“Sydney, order up for table two!”
Who knew the road to Hollywood would be so glamorous. I’ve been working in this diner for months. My feet hurt. My arms ache. But slowly, I’m putting money away. I’ll get to California. I refuse to wind up like my mother.
Head down. Work hard. Save money. It’s all going according to plan, until Jake Bishop walks into the diner…
In his game, everyone’s a pawn…
“Can I get you anything else, gentlemen?” she asked with a smile.
I had to touch her. I had to have her. Girls like Sydney are rare. And I will make her mine—whatever the cost. No one will get in my way.
…and he’s never lost a game.
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Sydney. Her skin felt as soft as it looked. I shouldn’t have touched her, but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been to New Orleans dozens upon dozens of times. It’s a unique city, filled with tourists and superstition. And until tonight, I’d never been superstitious.
An old fortuneteller freak stopped me on my way to the shit-hole diner and said I would make a decision that would change my path. She didn’t know that I’d walked the path to this very restaurant before. It had been a few years.
Who knew that the decision to return would be blessed with a beauty—five foot six with curves in all the right mouth-watering places. Clothed in cheap polyester, stained with God knows what, Sydney was a fucking vision.
Blonde hair to her waist. Big brown doe eyes. Tits that were way more than a fucking mouth full. I could almost taste her.
I didn’t miss the rumble of her stomach when I asked her to dine with us. She was hungry. Something that flashed in those eyes told me it wasn’t because she just skipped lunch today. Maybe I could meet some of her needs. Fuck that. I could definitely meet all of her needs, but it was up to her to let me. So, I left her my business card, my number.
Girls like Sydney. They’re afraid. They never make the first move. Most never even make the second. I doubted she would call. I’d tipped her well, not because she was the best waitress I’d ever had, not even because she was within my sites. I tipped her so that when I came back to the diner, she would remember me. She would want to serve me.
And, oh, would she ever serve me. I just had to play my cards right.