Two Girls. Two Boys. The math should be easy.
London and Brooklyn have shared everything their whole lives. They shared a birthday, a mother they never met, and a tragic past. Their bond is unbreakable and beautiful. The sisters may look identical but they are nothing alike.
Brooklyn is the wild and reckless sister. London is logical and responsible.
When they leave the only home they have ever known with their best friend Miles, their bond is tested.
Miles finally sees Brooklyn and London as more than the girls he grew up with. He is smart and caring, everything London should want. But it might be too late because a new stranger enters their lives, changing everything.
Kane is mysterious and troubled, with commitment issues. He should to be perfect for Brooklyn and her wild side.
What happens things don’t go as they should?
Nothing goes as planned. Things are never as they seem. No one is who they say they are.
The lies are so vivid, they are almost real.
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Alyne lives in Ohio with her husband, dog and cat. Working full time in an office all day, she spends her nights reading, writing or watching TV marathons.
She loves coffee, animals and country music.
She loves coffee, animals and country music.
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When I step inside the dim room, I lean against the closed door and wait for my eyes to adjust. It's dark with purple accent lighting in the ceiling and floor. I step up onto the small round stage, grabbing the pole in the center of the room and find my customer on the couch, waiting.
"Kane," I whisper. His arms are stretched across the back the leather couch, looking relaxed and comfortable.
I lick my lips and step on the small button on the edge of the platform. The music fills the room and I spin around the pole so my back is to him. Having him watch me across the room is one thing. Having him so close and all alone was different.
There's nowhere to hide. There is nothing in between us but thick air.
I use the pole as my only defense, using it for strength and a distraction. I hide behind it, sliding down the pole and spreading my legs. Kane's eyes grow dark as he watches me spin around and use my body as the only weapon I possess.
"Come here," he says. His voice is low and gravelly.
I step down from the platform and stand between his spread legs. He leans forward but doesn't make a move to touch me. I'm buzzing with anticipation. Any other client and I would be praying they kept their hands off. But Kane is different and I don't know why.
Maybe because I know his name or because I think he invited me back her for reasons different than any other customer would. Maybe it's because when he looks at me, he's not just trying to see what is underneath the clothes, he trying to see what is underneath my skin.
I think that might be worse.
I unbutton the plaid top I have on. I was going for the young and innocent look. It usually pays well. Kane looks up at my face as I reveal the red lace bra underneath. I crawl onto his lap and he finally breaks eye contact.
He drinks in the exposed skin. He sighs and I feel the puff of breath on my neck. I roll my hips into him and feel a rumble in his chest. His arms are still on the back of the couch but his body is tense, no longer relaxed.
"Are you going to touch me?" I ask.
The tension is sparking in the air. There's a current of electricity between us that is impossible to ignore.
"Do you want me to?"
His hands leave the couch and I brace myself, ready to feel them on my body. They don't though. He grips his knees, leaning closer to me.
"I want to touch to you, Brooklyn. But I won't pay for it."
His words are clear even though they are almost a whisper. I pretend the words don't sting and bend backward, arching my back and putting my body on display, hiding my face. I feel his breath roll over my exposed stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
I pull myself up and find myself staring into his face. I see the struggle there, trying to hold back. There's conflict swirling in those dark eyes. I see a challenge in making him snap.
"Then why bring me back here?" I ask, reaching back and unsnapping the bra. The fabric falls between us, forgotten.
"To get you alone. To see you dance and move for me."
"But no touching?" I tease, running my hands over his wide shoulders.
Kane licks his lips, and for a second I think he will break his control. He brings his face closer and I can smell the alcohol on his breath. It's faint but enough to bring back memories I've been fighting.
"If I touch you, I won't be able to stop," he whispers, voice vibrating with need. "What will happen then?"
His words give me chills. I can't tell if it's from excitement or danger. My blood rushes in my veins and my heart pounds hard in my chest. A knock sounds at the door, signaling the time.
"Time is up," I say.
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