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Devil’s Den #1
BY VIOLETTA RAND
Welcome to the Devil’s Den, a Texas strip club where the air is heavy with desire—and sometimes dreams come true.
Ever since her mother kicked her out, twenty-year-old Robyn Gonzalez has been working the poles at the Devil’s Den, saving up to finish college and travel the world. With only her wits and her gorgeous body to rely on, Robyn has learned to be independent—fiercely independent. She’s never been tempted to let a man distract her from her dreams . . . until she meets the dead-sexy Garrick Dempsey.
The club’s new head of security, Garrick had walked away from a career as a mechanical engineer to return to his roots in Corpus Christi. He hadn’t planned on getting to know someone like Robyn, with her sinfully sweet combination of vulnerability and strength, at the Devil’s Den. She acts tough, but only because she’s been hurt. Soon Garrick knows he will do anything to win Robyn’s trust. And if that means surrendering to the red-hot chemistry between them, all the better.
Devil’s Den #1
BY VIOLETTA RAND
Mom told me if I didn’t come back, she wouldn’t call the police and report me as a runaway. I refer to it as my bargain with the devil. It was my fifteenth birthday: September 18. My day of infamy. I try to forget about it. However, every year is the same. I end up alone, on this pier, contemplating my future, which really just transports me back in time. In the cover of darkness, everything looks better. Even my broken relationship with my mother.
I missed out on so much—graduating with my friends, enjoying the simple pleasures of small-town Texas. I breathe in and swear I’m back in Odem. I see the miles and miles of farmland and the old wood-frame houses with chipped paint where tenant farmers used to live. Railroad tracks cut through the center of town, literally splitting it in half. Newer, high-end homes on small plots of land are located on one side, dilapidated or smaller homes on the other. And now that the highway has been diverted through town, so much has changed. The once quiet streets are inundated with traffic, and large gas stations line the off-ramps so truckers and tourists can fuel up.
I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to get back there—to a place where I’m comfortable and safe. Until then, I maintain a low profile. I don’t keep in touch with former classmates and I certainly don’t use social media. I won’t until I make things right.
Corpus Christi is the fourth windiest city in the country, a saving grace for an otherwise barren landscape. The current breeze whips my long black hair. It feels so good. I sit down and stare into emptiness. Silence is always a welcome companion. Yet as hard as I try to stop them, more memories flood my mind. I checked my mailbox this morning for a birthday card from my family. I chew on my bottom lip. I didn’t get one.
That’s why the last thing I needed to do was spend my twentieth birthday in the company of a hundred drunks.
Usually the club owner makes a big deal over his girls’ birthdays. Not me. I begged him not to the day he hired me. Instead, he gives me a $200 bonus every year with my weekly paycheck. I’ll go to the spa and get my nails done and get a full body massage tomorrow. That’s how I reward myself. I don’t need a big party or gifts. My happiness comes from staying independent—paying my rent, making it to school on time. Macey thinks I’m bitter. I’m not. Just determined. In two years I’ll finish my undergrad degree and move on to graduate school. In five years I’ll be traveling in the Middle East, moving from one excavation site to another. I love history and archeology. I’m a double major, and will make good on my educational aspirations. They’re all I have.
I made that promise the day I lost my family. Maybe if I do something right, I’ll regain my mother’s confidence.
Raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, Violetta Rand spent her childhood reading, writing, and playing soccer. After meeting her husband in New England, they moved to Alaska where she studied environmental science and policy as an undergraduate before attending graduate school. Violetta then spent nearly a decade working as an environmental scientist, specializing in soil and water contamination and environmental assessments.
Violetta still lives in Anchorage, Alaska and spends her days writing evocative New Adult romance and historical romance. When she’s not reading, writing, or editing, she enjoys time with her husband, pets, and friends. In her free time, she loves to hike, fish, and ride motorcycles and 4-wheelers.
Links to Violetta’s website, blog, books, etc.
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