Book Title: Warrant
Author: S.L. Schiefer
Genre: Dark Erotica
Release Date: May 14, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Devon Harper knows two things for certain:
1. She lives to dance.
2. She is a prostitute.
At 18 years old, Devon’s mother went missing and she was suddenly forced into a brutal prostitution ring. In a life plagued with a series of let downs, the only thing constant has been dance. But when an unlikely ally, Enzo, enters her screwed-up life, she wonders if there is hope for her yet. Will striving for a degree in dance help Devon escape the throes of prostitution? Or will it cause her to lose more than ever before?
*Caution: The story of Devon Harper is not a pretty one. It contains disturbing situations, graphic violence, sex, strong language, drug use and all types of abuse.
I got another last minute call today. I have to say, I’m really apprehensive with how the last one went. I’m being reassured by Boss that everything will be fine. But he said that last time too. So I’m not too inclined to listen to him.
And when Boss follows me into the room again, my fear skyrockets. I drop everything I have inside the door and cross my arms over my chest. My favorite defense mechanism.
“What’s on the list of requirements this time?” I know I sound snippy. I don’t even care at this point.
“Well, I’m here to teach you a lesson tonight.” His eyes go cold. I’ve only ever seen that happen a few times. Shit is about to hit the fan.
I know better than to speak unless spoken to him when he like this. It took trial and error for me to figure this out.
“I need you to strip and sit in this chair.” He’s pulling the chair that usually sits in the corner directly in front of the bed. So, doing as I’m told, I start taking off all my clothes and throwing them into a pile off to the side. I’m surprised when he leaves the room, and comes back in with Kameryn. I’m even more surprised to see that she has tears pricking her eyes.
“Kameryn here has been playing both sides. And she didn’t think she would get caught.” He roughly grabs her arm, pushing her toward the bed. “Strip.”
“I-I’m … I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.” Her sniveling pleas are like nails on a chalkboard as she strips.
“You’re damn right it isn’t going to happen again.” He turns his cold gaze to me.