This is the first Installment of The Naughty Nine, a series of posts I'll be doing about the authors in the anthology, Angels Sinners. Today's post is featuring Ashley Nemer, writing under Niki Becker. This is one of her erotica titles, I'll be reviewing later. I've read the excerpt below, and it looks HAWT. I just love the strong silent type...emphasis on silent.
The Art of Safkhet Presents – Niki
Becker
SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT
Jake left
Justice, Kansas shortly after the wreck. His life had been forever changed and
he didn't know how he could stay in the one place that was a constant reminder
of both women. Now on a quest to prove himself he taps into the one thing
better left alone.
Charlie knew
that eventually she’d have to run again. Resolution, California wouldn't be
safe forever, someone would learn about her past. She just never imagined it
would be the one person she’s spent a decade trying to forget.
Charlie and
her brother Justin have made a new life in their beach side house on the banks
of California. Justin stripping and Charlie hooking - neither wanted these jobs
but they both paid the bills. Life was calm until trouble happened inside one
seemingly friendly hotel.
Jake and
Charlie, face to face with each other and their past.
Will they
both overcome their shadows that haunt each of them?
Is there
ever a way to forgive and forget when death is involved?
Special
Assignment - The only thing special about this assignment are the two people
involved.
Author Bio
Ashley, also
known as Niki Becker, is married and lives in Houston with her husband Tony.
They have two dogs, Toto and Doogie. They have been together for over 8 and a
1/2 years and he brings her more joy than she could ever imagine as a child.
She loves to read and has been hooked on the romance genre ever since her
lifelong best friend gave her "Ashes to Ashes' by Tami Hoag to read when
they were younger.
Ashley finds
her strength through her family, especially her parents. They always support
her in life; they push her to strive for greatness. There once was a motto that
Ashley heard in her youth through her Taekwondo life 'Reach for the Stars' and
that is what Ashley has always done. It was through her upbringing that the
values Ashley has and displays come from. With her parents always cheering her
on in life she was able to grow up having faith in herself and her ability to
conquer the world.
Ashley enjoys writing many different
genre’s of fiction. Her areas range from science fiction/ paranormal, mystery,
romance, poetry and erotica (using pen name Niki Becker.)
Author
Links
http://www.facebook.com/ashers83 (Add Friend)
Ashley’s
published works under
Ashley
Nemer & Niki Becker
Novels
Maverick Touch: The Cat by Ashley Nemer March 25th,
2013
Maverick
Touch: The Highway by Ashley Nemer March 24th, 2014
Blood Purple by Ashley Nemer
September 24th, 2012
Blood Yellow by Ashley Nemer July 3rd,
2013
Blood
Green by Ashley Nemer April 28th, 2014
Special Assignment by Niki Becker December
17th, 2013
Short Stories
Bud’s Christmas Wish by Ashley Nemer November
17th, 2012
Bud’s Christmas Miracle by Ashley Nemer November
24th, 2013
The Café (Temptation Tuesday) by
Niki Becker May 7th, 2013
Fantasy Cruise (Temptation Tuesday) by
Niki Becker July 2nd, 2013
The Backyard (Temptation Tuesday) by
Niki Becker August 6th, 2013
Sekhmet’s Revenge Volume One through Four
by Ashley Nemer & Stacy A. Moran September 28, 2013
Soul Mates by Ashley Nemer and L.S.
Broomfield October 2nd, 2013 (Through Secret Cravings Publishing)
EXCERPT
I loved my job, even if it wasn’t
for everyone. You woke up, got ready, plastered that smile on your face, and
then headed out to face the world. That mean, cruel world loved to suck the
youth right out of everyone. I wasn’t old by any means; twenty-eight was still
manageable. My whole life was ahead of me, but I wasn’t a spring chicken
either. The new girls came in, took clients, and would high- tail it when they
found Mr. Right Now, but not us veterans. No, we were in this job for the long
haul.
He was still asleep. This one always slept afterwards.
Maybe he had to dream it out of his system, pretend he wasn’t as bad as the
others. Let’s face it, most politicians and businessmen around here had one of
our numbers on speed dial. We didn’t judge; we weren’t paid to. We did,
however, talk, and if a john treated one of the young ones inappropriately, we
took care of him. Our sisterhood was elite, hard to get into, but once you were
here, you were a lifer, even if you did make it out of this hell hole.
I picked the money up off of the table and left the
hotel, counting the roll of twenties one by one while walking down the streets.
Some days it felt like I could do my job without the man’s help. Other days, like yesterday, I was glad to have a
partner in this. Maybe partner was too strong of a word; it was probably more
like a tour guide. You know, he told me where to go, what to do, and when to do
it, but yesterday, when I was attacked, he was like a partner. He’d never left
my side. One would argue that’s what the girls all paid him for, others would
say it was the least he could do with the situations he put us in. Me, I was
just thankful that I didn’t have to deal with it alone.
“Hey, Charlie, he’s waiting for you.”
As usual, I faked the smile I flashed at Stan as I walked
through the doors and into the back office. I pulled the roll of twenties out
and tossed them on his desk. Sixty percent to the house, forty percent to my
bank account.
“I got a special assignment for you.”
“No can do. Got a regular in two hours. Can’t pass him
up.”
“You can, and you will. This one wants to drop a grand
just for one night with you. He asked for you specifically.”
“You can’t have one of the other girls do it? You know
how I feel about my regulars.”
I watched him raise his hand in the air, as if he was
trying to silence me. “I’ve spoken. I’m sending Misty to your regular. You’ll
collect ten percent, like a finder’s fee, if you must. This guy, though, wants
you specifically. Here’s his location and the time. Play nice.”
“Nice? Since, when do you want your girls playing nice?”
“Since we were just offered a grand for one measly fuck.
Now go.”
He was holding out the piece of paper at me, waving it.
With a regretful sigh, I took it and had just turned to leave when I heard him
say, “A grand, Charlie. Wear your best panties.”
“Yeah, we’ll see.”
I walked out of the office and through the building back
to the street. It was a good thing I liked walking, because I spent most days
with my feet on the pavement. The pier was always nice this time of year. The
paper said this guy was at the Eden Plaza on the pier. I knew that place well.
A couple friends worked there. My mind wandered to my regular that Misty now
had. I felt the need to warn her about his kinkier nature but decided everyone
needed to be introduced to the weird and strange the same way I had been, by
surprise.
The Eden Plaza looked magnificent against the sunset
along the pier. The whole building of the hotel seemed engulfed in orange and
red light. I walked up the side of the building and slipped into the lobby.
Andy was standing there behind the counter. He caught sight of me and waved me
over. He always was a good friend.
“Charlie! I assume it’s business not pleasure that brings
you to my hotel, yeah?”
“You know I couldn’t afford this place if it was for
pleasure.”
“Well you could, babe, if you ever decided to take me up
on my offer.”
“You know I can’t be a kept woman, Andy. I need ta earn
my way.”
“One day, Charlie, you will come to your senses. Until
then, I will have to settle for our movie and pizza nights, I guess.”
I reached my hand over the counter and touched his arm,
“Andy, I love our movie and pizza nights. Why ruin it?”
“I’m not, C. Just yakking. You be safe tonight. Should I
wait around for you? Walk you home?”
“Nah, but thanks. I don’t know how long this is gonna
last.”
With a smile and then a turn, I went over to the
escalators and retrieved the piece of paper with his information. Room number
337, third floor. The elevator let out a ding, and I stepped inside. The number three button stared at me, daring
me to press it. Now or never… I
watched my finger reach out and the ring around the number three lit up. The
doors closed and the elevator started moving. New people always made me
nervous, never knowing what to expect or what you were walking into.
The doors parted, and I stepped onto the floor. The room
was dead ahead, the master suite. Without hesitation, my feet lead the way,
like it was muscle memory controlling them. I couldn’t shake the notion that he
had specifically asked for me. He didn’t leave his name, so he wasn’t a
regular. Maybe he was referred by someone.
Knock,
knock, knock. The door opened, and a tall man, about 6’2”, stared back
at me. His skin was tan with a touch of sunburn across his neck. It was hard to
make the features of his face out due to the dark lighting, but his blue eyes
stared back at me, shining in the darkness. His hair was dark, but his smile
was bright. His white teeth were easy to spot through the blackness.
“Somebody order room service?” I flashed him my smile and
tossed my hair back over my shoulder. He pushed the door open and signaled me
in.
“Not a talker, huh? That’s all right. I’ll take care of
everything, baby.” Walking past him, I let my hand brush against his stomach
and linger a bit before moving toward the bed. With a graceful spin, I lifted
up on the balls of my feet and turned around to face him. “Shall we discuss
payment or just see what all you…” I paused when he started to walk towards me.
His hands touched mine, and it felt like a spark went off at our fingertips.
“Let me strip you,” he commanded, his voice deep and
sultry.
His hands were rough, not smooth like my normal
clientele. It was obvious he wasn’t a CEO type of worker. He slipped his hand
inside of my shirt. I felt his palm trail up the side of my stomach and cup my
breast. My lace bra wasn’t much of a barrier between his fingers and my nipple.
It perked up as if trained to stand at attention at any given moment when he
swiped past the hardened nub.
He lifted my arms up while he pulled my shirt off. His
lips parted with a smile when he caressed the blue lace bra.
“So breathtaking.”
“Thank you. What shall I call you?”
“You can call me John.” He chuckled low, like he was
making a joke.
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