Whore by Michelle Hughes

Embrace Your Inner Whore!

Taylor Ross shows up in the coffee shop I work in on the worst possible day of my life. Sharing the bad news that his father, one of my favorite customers, has passed away it adds to an already screwed up week. Everything I’ve worked for has blown up in my face and to top it all off I’m pretty sure I’ll be homeless at the end of the month.

Be wary of sexy strangers offering gifts! His father has written me into his will and until that moment I didn’t know he was a multi-billionaire who owned one of the largest companies in Chicago. Taylor offers me a job, a new place to live, and a chance for the future I’ve been working toward only to be thwarted time and time again.

Why would a man as beautiful as him worry about a young woman with nothing who was still trying to pay for college? It seems like he could be the answer to all my dreams! I’m swept into his world of money and power and for the first time in my life I am filled with hope. There’s only one problem. He has a secret that could destroy more than just my future. How far was I willing to go to have everything my heart desired?

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Thanks for all the support and most of all for proving that dreams can come true as long as you continue to work toward them.

What inspired you to write your book?

Some friends were having a discussion online and the topic came up ” Can a Virgin be a whore?” It started this huge debate and my muse was fueled!

Here is a short sample from the book:

“I own this suite Miss Burns. If you’re too afraid to share it with me I’m sure that we can reserve you a room on one of the floors below.” There it was. Another challenge.
The realistic part of myself wanted to seek out that place far away from him, but the part that re-fused to back down took the lead. “As long as you don’t think this is anything but business I guess this will do.”
“Until you lose our bet I agree to those terms. But when you do lose, I’d suggest you embrace your inner whore.” He turned and walked out of the room leaving me staring at his way too attractive backside.
My inner what? The dream came back full force and his words slapped me in the face. Such a pretty little whore. Was that really how he saw me? Mortified, I sat down on the bed attempting to catch my breath.
Maybe my subconscious had seen through the reality of how he felt about me, but it made no sense. I’d done nothing to give him the impression I was easy. Or perhaps unwittingly I had with repudiating defeat over his challenges.
Refusing to allow that negative thought, I grew irate. He was the male pimp here hiring me to turn on his clients so that he could sweep in and take away their companies. How dare he think I was the type of woman that screwed a man to get what I wanted! He wanted a whore? He was going to get more than he ever bargained for tonight.
I was determined to turn the tables on him with Mr. Morale’s and win this damn bet with the devil. I’d do it with my clothes on and take that five thou-sand dollars toward my education and say adios. So what if I had to beg for my job at the coffee shop back and work twice as hard this year to obtain my goals.