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224 pages, Paperback
First published September 21, 2013
She stepped out on stage and took control of the crowd. Her lush hips swayed to the rhythm of the beat and she twirled slowly, watching the crowd. She bent and came up an inch at a time, her ass undulating, giving the crowd a show of her full breasts, pushed up high by a black and crimson corset, the color mimicking her lips and hair. She was known to the crowd, simply, as Tart.
She loved to dance. It was in her blood. Her mother had been a ballet dancer, and her dad had been big into tap. She’d been told all her life she wasn’t thin enough to dance. That she would never make it. But she’d proven every damn one of them wrong. She rocked the stage five nights a week and was totally satisfied with her life. Women came just to watch, not for sexual gratification; okay, some of them did, but others came just for ideas to take home, or for a boost of confidence. She liked proving to women that it was okay to be plus sized and sexy. It felt good helping people believe they were worthy.
She walked confidently to the pole, her long legs making it look effortless as she wrapped around the metal and twirled.
As the song slipped off and the club beat drummed back through, she grinned wide and applause filled her ears. Some of the girls played with drugs, but not her. The music was her high. She’d be buzzed on it for the rest of the night.
It keeps the demons at bay, hmm, Cherry? This bastard voice whispered in her head and she had to fake the last smile she threw at the crowd. Her stomach turned and she blinked against the hot tears that filled her eyes, suddenly, making her violet contacts swim. She caught her corset at the end of the stage and blew her customers a kiss, her throat squeezing tight as she slid behind the crimson curtain and her eyes collided with Mr. Green Eyes.“You aren’t supposed to be back here,” she gasped, sliding her voice down a notch and throwing a slight southern drawl into the mix, adding another layer of allure to her disguise.
“No, probably not.” He grinned, his face turning even more devastatingly handsome by the second. The rest of him isn’t bad either, she mused. His brow crinkled and he murmured, “You okay?”
She blinked rapidly to hide the evidence of her tears before pursing her ruby red lips and he smirked, taking a drink out of his glass. “Yeah, fine.
There is a motherfucking snake on this motherfucking plane. OH MY GOD.
Cherry Tart started out great. The first chapter in, my thoughts were "this is going to be good!" But then, well, it wasn't. I was completely on board with a plus sized stripper leading a double life. I enjoyed her taunting a man that wanted her. I was interested in who had hurt her so badly.Warning: Not for the faint of heart, those who can't handle a plus sized woman stripping, or those who clutch their pearls at hot sex. 18+
Cherry Kilgore is a plus sized beauty who moonlights at a strip club and goes by the name Tart. She dances to have control over her body and chase away her demons, hiding behind a mask, the only thing that makes her feel free. She loves 'em and leaves 'em, never letting a man get too close. Until she meets a man one night that strips her bare with his electric green eyes.
Kellan Morgan is a playboy with a good heart, who loves a woman with real curves.
When he figures out that the woman hiding under her mask is worth revealing, he decides to play her game... A game that is full of pleasure, pain, going the distance and finally getting the ultimate prize...
Realizing that love can truly be found in the darkest of places.
There is a motherfucking snake on this motherfucking plane. OH MY GOD.


