BECOMING A JETT GIRL ♥ Release Blitz
Title: Becoming A Jett Girl
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.
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.
Giveaway!
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.
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