Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Sold To My Boss's Friends - To Go Book |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | S.E. Law |
| Language: | English |
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Sierra: I didn’t know Club Z could be so dirty. I’m just a bartender at the elite venue, but my manager convinced me to do something extraordinary: to auction myself to three men who’d bid on me “for parts,” so to say. Who does this? It was insane. Unspeakably taboo. And yet, the three men were so gorgeous … and I loved it every second of it. Harry: It was an illicit auction, but then again, my buddies and I are corporate raiders so handling special situations comes naturally to us. After all, we’ve made our fortunes by being aggressive and dominant, so there’s nothing so different about this particular deal. But now, my friends I are here to claim what we paid for … and to enjoy Sierra’s sweet spots until she’s melting with need. This is a follow-up to Mr. Hot Boss To Go. In this book, we meet Sierra Malone, an innocent bartender at Club Z. With the help of her manager, she goes up for auction but it’s a dirty one where events spiral out of control, to both her pleasure and that of her bidders! Let your hair down and enjoy the ride because it doesn’t get hotter than this! All of my books are standalones and do not need to be read in order. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers. | |
| Books by Author: | S.E. Law |
1
Sierra
Mom smiles at me, but even on the small screen of my phone I can see her trying to hide the pain in her hands by clutching them together. Rheumatoid arthritis has been giving her a run for her money for a few years now, and it’s gotten so bad that I know she’s in constant agony; not that she’d ever admit that to me.
After all, Lynette’s trying to be discreet, but I can see the way she’s just barely moving her fingers over each other, trying to massage the swollen joints, and it makes me sad. I’ve watched my mom take care of everyone around her for as long as I can remember because as an ICU nurse in Nebraska, that’s her calling, and has been for over twenty years now. I even remember that Lynette won the VIP Staff award multiple years in a row, and I was so proud.
But long stretches of hard work and raising me as a single mother have etched fine lines around Lynette’s eyes and mouth. She says they’re just from smiling so much every day, but I know the truth. Life is difficult for her, and I worry sometimes. After all, my mom is getting up there in age, and she’s starting to really feel her years. I know she’s on her feet constantly for twelve-hour shifts every day, but that’s just what happens when your patients are seriously ill.
“How are you, Mama?” I ask in a gentle voice. “Feeling okay?”
She laughs, her gray-brown bob shaking.
“Oh, honey. I’m fine. Don’t you worry.”
But I frown.
“Mom, have you been taking your meds? I mean every day, not just once in a while.”
At first, my mother tries to parry.
“Well, you know I’m not feeling so bad,” she begins. I merely pin her with a look.
“Are you rationing your arthritis medication?” I ask in a blunt tone. “You know I hate that you do that.”
Lynette shakes her head quickly then.
“Oh, definitely not, sweetie. These new meds are the best, so actually, I don’t need to take them every day. So it’s not really rationing,” she explains in a cheerful tone.
My heart drops as I look around my tiny apartment, trying to keep my mom from seeing the distress on my face because I know Lynette’s suffering without her daily dose of drugs. That shit is expensive and she’s basically living in constant pain because we don’t have enough money to buy a full supply for each month.
“It’s such bullshit that even working at a hospital, your meds are so expensive,” I seethe with barely controlled rage.
Lynette merely smiles again.
“No, it’s fine, honey. It doesn’t hurt too bad, and as long as I’m able to do my job, then it’s okay. Besides, I count myself lucky. I could be one of my patients, and those are the folks that we really need to pray for.”
I swallow hard around the lump in my throat because trust my mom to try to put a positive spin on things. But I know the truth. Those new lines around her mouth are from constant discomfort, and even now as I look into her eyes, I can see the shadow of pain.