Tell Me No Lies

By Mahalia Levey

Dancing isn’t easy. Four nights a week Caileigh disappears into the persona of ‘Autumn’ to make a decent buck. The foster care system didn’t prepare her for what happens after turning twenty-one. Armed with only a high school diploma and forty bucks, she’s thrust on the hard cold streets, where she takes the only job a young girl with no prospects can get. Selling small pieces of herself to strangers isn’t the life she wishes for. Deep down she aches for a better life.

A scant piece of paper gives Orias the name of a seedy business and a photograph to keep vigil over his newest target. To find such beauty among the dredges of society wrecks every ounce of intelligence he possesses. For once, despite his being fallen, Orias thinks to disobey a direct order—never touch the protected. The way she moves on stage entrances him, but the sadness hidden underneath a facade of sexual promise makes him want to battle all her demons. Underneath his dark soul, he craves her light and the warmth of love. Will Fate allow them a life together?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: Feb 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781613332269

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Tell Me No Lies

A 1Night Stand Story

by

Mahalia Levey

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2012 by Mahalia Levey

ISBN: 978-1-61333-226-9

Cover art by LFD Designs

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Chapter One

The throbbing beat of the music broke. Autumn to main stage. Cara to backstage.

As the sounds resumed, Caileigh, known at the club as Autumn, grimaced. I’m up.

Thank you, lovely, for the dance.

You’re welcome. Save another for me. She slid off the lap of her favorite regular. He kept his hands to himself and treated her with respect. Many others got ass grabby or groped her breasts without permission. Not Trent. He gave her his special wink as she headed front stage for her two number set. Multiple times he’d asked her to leave the club and offered a better life. She knew better than to believe in empty promises. Some of her closest friends had followed that dream with their own regulars, only to return broken hearted.

She’d worked at Uptown’s Gentlemen’s Club for two years, so far. Though the title was flashy and the interior immaculate, she felt an air of darkness in its black-lighted environs whenever she worked. Evil didn’t lurk far, but the bring your own beer joint brought in the dollars and dancers wanting an in waited their turn on a long list. The club ensured the patron’s hard-earned paper went directly into the G-strings of the dancers, who in return paid the house fee and a cut to the bouncers and the DJ.

The previous performer cleaned the pole and mirrors with a spray disinfectant and fresh towel. Since they all wore slippery, glitter-laced lotions, an unwashed pole was not only nasty, but a slip and fall hazard. Caileigh inhaled the crisp, lemon scent, waved her friend off stage, and waited for the music to cue.

She stretched her legs and ground her seven-inch stiletto, thigh-high boots across the floor, testing her grip patch. Picking the right music meant more money, so she had spent a few