White Trash Beautiful came
about while I watched an episode of Cops at work one day (during lunch, of
course). They were shooting here in Vegas and an officer, who'd just arrested a
prostitute, asked where the woman's condoms were. Viola! I had my idea. What
would happen if a cop and a prostitute fell in love? Well, throw in the mob, a
psychopath (love my psychopaths), and a small town, and White Trash Beautiful
was born. The original title was "Caught Without Panties" because of
the jail scene in the first chapter, but quickly turned into White Trash
Beautiful after hearing Everlast's "White Trash Beautiful". The song fit the
story so perfectly, I knew I had a winner!
“So you’ve never been to therapy before?” Dr. Carl shifted in his chair,
pen poised, notepad on his lap. The office reeked of incense.
“Never saw a need for it.” Luke’s shoulders tensed under Trey’s
fingertips. His eyes shifted toward her. “Until now.”
She didn’t blame him for being nervous. Their...problem wasn’t normal.
“Ms. Aston, you’ve never had this problem before, even when...”
“When I was a prostitute?” she finished for him with a smile. Trey
tickled Luke’s ear with her index finger. “No. I guess Luke just brings out the
best in me.”
“And Luke, has your job as an officer been affected?” Making a few notes,
Dr. Carl raised his gaze for the briefest of moments, but Trey noted the
amusement in his eyes before he focused again.
He obviously didn’t have any other clients in their situation.
“I’ve gotten looks. My partner knows, but so far has kept his mouth shut.
Can’t say how long that’ll last.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “She just
can’t stop.”
A chuckle rushed passed Trey’s lips.
Neither Dr. Carl or Luke seemed to appreciate it.
“Come on!” She clamped down the urge to run for the door. She’d agreed
she needed help, but treating her as if she was a fiend hit a sore spot. “It’s
not like I beat him. It’s all in good fun.”
“Does this look like fun to you?” Luke nearly ripped his collar showing
off the marks she’d left on him last night. Lowering his voice, he shot a hard
stare in her direction. “You have sharp teeth.”
“Ms. Aston, have you always had an oral obsession with your lovers?”
Oral obsession? What is this? The
Sigmund Freud special?
“Biting is not an oral obsession and this is ridiculous.” This time, she
made it to the door. Turning at the last moment, she addressed Luke, the man
who’d saved her life and turned her black heart soft. Her hero. “And you, I
have a different idea of oral obsession. Meet me in the car if you want to find
out more.”
She flashed Luke a wide grin before strolling down the hall.
It didn’t take him long to catch up with her. Luke’s lips pressed into
her cheek and his arms snaked around her waist just as she hit the door. “About
that oral obsession of yours...”
“Yeah?”
“Can we keep it off...uh...” He pointed down South.
“Can’t promise anything.”
If you're interested in more of White Trash Beautiful, here's the blurb:
Trey Aston is
hiding from the mob.
Desperate to save
her life, she sells her body in order to make the monthly payments her father
owes The Camino Family. But when Trey discovers her father hasn’t been paying
his debt, she’s forced to turn to the one man she hoped never to see again.
As a deputy of
the Parkvista Police Department, Luke Johnson refuses to acknowledge his high
school sweetheart is a prostitute and it determined to make Trey see it for
herself. That is, until she starts treating him as a client. His faith in his
ability to know right from wrong is challenged and he isn’t the only one who’s
notice. His brothers on the force don’t have his back where Trey is concern,
leaving him to fight against them for a criminal.
The Family is out
to make her pay, her father’s drunken rages are getting worse and the town is
cracking down on prostitution, but what really has trey on edge is the fact
she’s falling for the deputy who wants her behind bars.
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Nichole Severn graduated with
a degree in psychology from Utah Valley University is an active member of
International Thriller Writers, Romance Writers of America and Mystery Writers
of America.Her stories are filled with edge-of-your-seat-suspense, psychological trauma and bad guys readers love to hate. If she's not writing, she's snowboarding, rock climbing or buying her husband popcorn at the movies. She resides in Las Vegas, NV, and can be contacted through her website, Facebook, Goodreads, Blog, and Twitter.
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