Love Like Ice: BWWM Romance Novel

By Jamila Jasper

Everyone had some dark secrets, and Alice was preparing for this one to be hers.

Billionaire Blaine Danvers wants something absolutely insane from Alice Charles.

She'll bend to his will because she's desperate for the cash.

What was supposed to be a one-night transaction turned into something more.

Nothing could have prepared Alice for what came after meeting Blaine Danvers...

This full-length novel is extra steamy, so hot it will melt your device. Readers take heed, the romance between these pages is very hot and very frequent. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publisher s23991
• Release date: Aug 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9788822806017

Jamila Jasper

Jamila Jasper is a 32-year-old romance author who just moved to a small corner of New England. She's always been in love with black romantic comedies and writing interracial romance fan fiction. This love of writing has morphed into a passion for publishing BWWM novels. Jamila concocts, sweet full-length romance novels with guaranteed happily ever after endings, each one with a creative, strong female lead and an attractive, caring white man. Sign up for her e-mail list here to receive FREE stories, exclusive offers and an update of Jamila's publication schedule:  Bit.ly/jamilajasper  Hit this link to get text message updates from me: https://slkt.io/gxzM

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Author’s Note

This book is a second edition. The first edition was previously published for a brief time under a different title. Since then, the book has been reformatted to better fit the target audience.

Enjoy this ultra-steamy BWWM romance novel.

Warmest Wishes To My Beloved Readers,

Jamila

Copyright

Copyright © 2017 Jamila Jasper Romance

All rights reserved.

Chapter 1

The Meeting

Alice was twenty years old without much dating experience. She’d worked her ass off through high school, sometimes taking jobs that were less than legal to pay her way through college. Alice was an African American beauty whose booty didn’t go unappreciated by the men in her neighborhood. She had an hourglass figure with plump breasts and buttocks that attracted unwanted attention to a large degree.

Alice hated feeling like she was constantly on display. Men gave her attention but she never returned it. They didn’t know how to treat her. To them, she was just a pair of ass and tits. Alice hadn’t ever dreamed of becoming someone’s baby mama. She wanted more for herself than that, despite her past -- the past of poverty that she never spoke about in her college setting.

Alice had ignored the advances of the men in her community her whole life. She’d made it to twenty years old without giving any of them the time of day. Alice felt lucky. She’d kept herself pure and she wasn’t like some of her other friends who got knocked up the second they left high school. Alice knew love stories didn’t really happen for women like her, but she maintained her hope that just around the corner she’d meet the man of her dreams.

Unfortunately, he seemed to be just out of reach. Even when Alice tried to date, all the men were just looking for some fast action. They assumed that Alice’s alluring figure meant that she put out. Alice was just about ready to give up on dating altogether based on her last experience - her date had pinned her down in the back of his car and tried to force himself on her. She was done with men like that… done.

Now that she was at university, and about to enter her last year, she found that she was not only tight on cash but thousands of dollars in debt. She couldn’t ask anyone in her family for money. Unlike some of her white peers, Alice didn’t have a safety net. She didn’t know how things had spiraled out of control but now she was threatened with eviction, starvation or worse.

Alice wished she could turn to her mother, but there was no point trying to interact with Elise when she was using. That had been one of Elise’s biggest vices that Alice had been paying for since the day she was born. Elise had Alice at seventeen with a retired pimp twenty-five years her senior. Alice hated feeling like a stereotype or the product of a twisted situation. She knew it was technically wrong to feel ashamed of her mother and her circumstances, but she couldn’t help it. Few people in Alice’s life knew exactly what she was dealing with back home and what she was so desperate to avoid.

Alice had never known her father, but she knew what he looked like from old pictures. He’d never been around much; Elise said that he had no interest in claiming Alice as his own. Alice believed her. She’d always been hurt by the absence of a father in her life. That was one of the reasons she’d vowed to save herself for the right man.

Alice didn’t want to end up like Elise. Her mother had numerous boyfriends throughout Alice’s life but when Alice was still in her teens, most of them started to become more interested in her than in her addict mother. None of them counted as a father figure. Certainly not the ones that would do something nice for her only to attempt to get into her pants while she was underage.

The memories of her past hadn’t made Alice cold to the world. Some people succumb to pain and let it ruin them. Alice used her pain as motivation to work even harder. But even with her scholarship, she was still on the verge of bankruptcy and losing everything she’d worked for. Alice’s goal after college was to meet a nice, well mannered guy, get a job working for a bank with her degree in finance and then have the perfect life. Her past didn’t have to ruin everything for her.

Alice hated feeling so defined by her tragic backstory, but she knew on some level that her experiences motivated every single one of her actions.

Despite this hardship, Alice had made it out of the hood and she had no intention of going back. Alice needed to find a way to pay off this debt and get herself some cash fast. She had a pretty good part time job, but her income was not enough to cover her expenses. Things were spiraling and with no one to turn to, Alice was considering taking a permanent way out of things.

To add to her stress, her mother expected her to send cash home, not understanding that college was more of a financial burden than a source of income. Alice’s little brother Jevon, who was only five,  had to be taken away from her mother and sent to live with her auntie in the suburbs. Alice longed to make enough money to bring her brother back, to get her mother the help she needed and to reunite their strange and broken family. Such dreams were not easily realized.

Elise had to want Jevon back. She had to want to get better. Alice couldn’t negotiate with her when she was using. She couldn’t get Alice to see that she was tearing her family apart. All Alice got was demands for money and angry tirades over the phone.

Alice was at the end of her rope and her desperation for cash was increasing. Throughout college, she was friends with plenty of girls who were stripping to put their way through school. These girls had done what Alice never could. They spent their evenings and weekends at seedy strip clubs, making thousands of dollars a night. All of it was in cash too so they could keep their earnings well under the radar. Alice wasn’t sure if she really envied them, but she envied their ability to go through college completely carefree.

Many of them had Mercedes Benz cars, and nearly all of them were perpetually decked out in designer clothes and designer augmentations. There were the girls who obviously made money from their tits and those who relied on their ass. But each one was financially stable. When you worked in that world, men handed you things for no reason whatsoever.

Those women never wanted for anything and most of them had steady boyfriends too. Men didn’t seem to mind that they spent their weekends exposing their breasts and butts at clubs. Even if she was hesitant to enter that world, Alice was desperate for money and there was one friend from that world she could reach out to. Goldie was one of Alice's closest friends and she was one of the best paid strippers in her club. Alice never asked her too many questions, but she had a feeling that Goldie was netting close to six figures. Perhaps Goldie could help her?

As the deadline to pay her tuition bill drew closer and closer, Alice felt desperate. This could be her ticket out. She didn’t enjoy the idea of shaking her ass in a club and having random men place dollar bills in her underwear, but she also didn’t enjoy the idea of going down the same dead end path that her mother had. First it was bankruptcy, then it was dropping out of school… Alice didn’t want to let her imagination take her too far. The preview was grim enough.

Alice called Goldie and the two planned to meet at the school’s burrito bar. Goldie arrived overdressed as usual. Goldie’s image was everything to her and she always had her eye on the next trend in plastic surgery. She was five foot eight, and had massive ass augmentations. Despite this, her butt still managed to look totally real and natural.

Goldie had caramel skin and long black weave that hit in the middle of her back. She wore tight skinny light wash jeans, with the whale tail of her black thong clearly revealed. Goldie wore a see through white crop top with a cheetah print bra underneath. Her face was contoured to perfection with massive fake eyelashes and overdrawn lips. Goldie didn’t look like a natural beauty but men didn’t seem to care. They loved her look.

Goldie paid for their burritos and the two sat at a corner table.

Goldie began talking, So what do you wanna know about stripping. I know that’s why your ass called me mid day instead of your usual ‘Let’s go take shots!’ that you text every Thursday.

Alice blushed a bit, not expecting her ploy to be so transparent.

I’m kind of strapped for cash I guess and I was wondering if I-- Alice started.

Well, honey, no offense but stripping is not for you. There are other ways you can make money without having to go through all the shit I put myself through, Goldie said.

Alice was silent, listening intently to the girl’s advice.

So, you’ve probably guessed that most of us don’t make all our money from stripping, Goldie chuckled.

She was wrong; Alice hadn’t guessed at all. She tried not to get too many details from Goldie’s sordid life.

I had no idea, Alice said.

Goldie laughed in disbelief. Girl, do you see the shit that we buy? It’s expensive!

Goldie launched into an explanation. She explained that many of the girls had sex for money. She’d only done it once but she’d made an easy $3,000 for just one night. Alice was shocked and she was starting to get uneasy. This wasn’t the kind of work she was looking for.

Goldie explained that she had an online profile where she made money doing various naughty activities on camera. Alice squirmed in her seat as she listened to her. She wasn’t sure that she was quite that desperate for cash. Not yet at least. She also explained that she had a profile where she would go out on dates with guys for a lot of money. Goldie went on dates with high class clients who didn’t want to be seen with their frumpy wives at dinner function and these men paid her a significant amount, without sex.

Oftentimes they bought her gifts -- one of these gifts was  Goldie’s impressive ass augmentation. Goldie also mentioned that she’d had work done on her tummy and gotten free boob jobs for two of her friends. The guys were mostly nice, but some of them were real creeps.

But I actually think you could benefit from something else, Goldie said after she’d explained a variety of techniques.

What would that be? Alice said.

She was a little titillated by what she’d heard, a little scared but very eager to learn more.

Sweetheart, you’re still a virgin right? Goldie asked her.

Yes, I am, Alice said, a little embarrassed.

Oh thank God. I have the perfect idea for you, Goldie said.

Goldie launched into another explanation. It was a website where girls could sell their virginity to older extremely wealthy men who had a penchant for youthful flesh. Well, one of these websites. This website sought specifically black girls who were willing to risk impregnation by having the buyers take their virginity. A lot of white men had this fantasy, and were willing to pay big bucks to have it fulfilled.

The arrangement was this: you put up a profile, you were matched with a buyer who took interest in you. You could look at what he was offering as well as his net-worth, both of which were well vetted. Then, he could pay you for a date and see where things went from there. Often times, the dates are at their homes, so Goldie promised that she would be the check-in person for Alice if she decided to actually take her up on it.

I’ll help you make your profile. They love innocent looking girls like you, Goldie said and then she laughed, Girls like me look a bit too... used up to these guys.

I don’t know if I can do this, Goldie.

Of course you can! Listen… If you’re worried about a husband you can always lie. If you’re in a tough spot I promise this will end all your problems.

But it’s sex with a stranger! I’m just not that kind of person, Alice urged, trying to get Goldie to see her perspective.

Goldie kissed her teeth, Listen, Alice… The cards are stacked against us. I don’t know what demons you got, but if they’re anything like mine, you need to do whatever it takes to get ahead. Don’t let the demons win because you’re too much of a prude to do what needs to be done.

Alice pursed her lips. Goldie had a point sometimes as much as she resented it. Still, Alice didn’t know if this was the sort of thing she could do easily. She was humoring Goldie now -- there was no stopping her once she put her mind to something -- but Alice wasn’t convinced that going through something like this could possibly be worth the money.

Could you really put a price on self-worth?

Goldie pulled out her laptop which was of course, brand new, and then opened up the website. The girls put together a profile for Alice and uploaded it. Goldie was excited. Alice could see that she enjoyed working her magic on her hapless victim. The idea of transforming prudish Alice into a vixen exhilarated Goldie in an almost unnatural way.

Are you sure I should say I have the best natural homegrown booty ever? Alice scoffed.

Goldie smirked, Trust me okay… Listen, if this doesn’t work, I’ll loan you a couple grand. Just trust me!

Alice was powerless to disagree with her. There was a reason she’d come to Goldie. That woman knew more about the seedy underbelly of the world of sex work than Alice could ever imagine. Plus, she trusted Goldie. Others might have just seen Goldie’s silicon implants, but Alice knew she had a warm heart too.

Go through the messages tomorrow and I’ll guide you through what to do next. Trust me, it’ll work that quickly. Before you know it, you will have all the money you need and like 10% of the emotional scars that I have.

Alice went home, wondering if she really had the stones to do this. She checked her bank statement one last time before bed. That pushed her to consider Goldie’s plan seriously.

She had to lose her virginity some time. Better with a crusty old guy who would pay her handsomely than with a fumbling dweeb beneath the bleachers of a high school football stadium, or wherever it was people who had sex in high school lost their virginity.

She’d been waiting for the right guy but maybe she needed to do this for herself. Alice had her ethical reservations but it was one time and then she wouldn’t have to worry about money ever again. Who could say no to a promise like that?

Goldie had promised her that a deal like this would pay beyond her wildest dream. It wasn’t like she’d change or become a full time sex worker, all she wanted was enough cash so she could get back to focusing on her