Esme: The Facility, #1

By Sheri Fredricks

Down to her last ten bucks and to keep a roof over her head, Esme answers a vague Help Wanted ad. While upper tier cable channels are a comfort, buying food and paying her mortgage take top shelf.

When she arrives for the interview and is confronted by the unusual job requirements, she quickly realizes two things. She can walk out the door and starve, or lay it all aside and live to survive another day.

Esme is an erotic, brow-raising adventure that stars Sheri Fredricks' irresistible heroine, an everyday girl next door.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Temple Publishing LLC
• Release date: Jan 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386665755

Sheri Fredricks

Sheri Fredricks grew up on the central coast of California and resides within minutes of the pristine sunny beaches. She's a Border Collie fan, loves to eat sushi, and is addicted to Facebook. A writer of romance, she's the award-winning author of the shapeshifting Centaurs Series, Jungle Island Series, Monica Beggs, and many more. Sheri is currently writing more steamy, sexy stories for her voracious fans.

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Other Sexy Works by Sheri Fredricks

THE CENTAURS

Remedy Maker (Shifter Paranormal Fantasy Romance, Book 1)

Portals of Oz (The Centaurs, Book 1.5)

Troll-y Yours (Shifter Paranormal Fantasy Romance, Book 2)

EROTIC TARZAN ADVENTURE

Lord of the Jungle (Erotic Tarzan Adventure, Book 1)

Forever My Jane (Erotic Tarzan Adventure, Book 2)

Jungle Love (Erotic Tarzan Adventure, Book 3)

STANDALONE NOVELS

Monica Beggs (Sizzling Adult Film Star Romance)

Continuum (Erotic Twisted Fairytale)

BOOK DESCRIPTION

Down to her last ten bucks and to keep a roof over her head, Esme answers a vague Help Wanted ad. While upper tier cable channels are a comfort, buying food and paying her mortgage take top shelf.

When she arrives for the interview and is confronted by the unusual job requirements, she quickly realizes two things. She can walk out the door and starve, or lay it all aside and live to survive another day.

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CHAPTER ONE

OH, WHAT THE HELL. Couldn’t be that bad.

The online application last week quoted a reasonable paycheck and she desperately needed the cash to make next month’s rent. She would have to figure out utilities and food later. The idea of living without a cell phone and cable TV’s two hundred first tier channels was a screaming, nail-biting prospect, but it was also do-able.

An empty fridge, not so bueno.

Painful to do without certain luxuries? Perhaps. But broken down between the categories of Need or Want, the necessities of Need won out every time.

At thirty-eight years old and with nothing to lose, Esme had signed up for the advertised Craigslist experiment to test a product and offer a review, not knowing what she was getting herself into.

Typical for her, however. Esme did things on her own. No handouts, no favors－just a single gal trying to get by.

So, after two transfers on public transportation to a warehouse district in the industrial section of her metropolitan city of San Jose, she arrived. Then double-checked the address provided.

The flat, grey five-story stood squat and nondescript. No cleverly painted wall logo to identify the business displayed within or billboard-type sign stating the same. As if someone had hefted a giant hunk of clay and splat it down next to the street to take up a whole city block, the building’s face of dreary rough-hewn brick rose from the ground without apology, its manner unbroken by the extravagance of windows.

Only a few hack-job bushes alluded to a single curbside entry and location of the front door.

As her high heels tapped a static cadence down the shrub-lined walkway that ushered visitors toward the grey metal door, she wondered if she’d gotten the address wrong. Or somehow missed a different—

Nope. Esme eyed the stenciled white lettering: ENTRANCE

How quaint. She would have laughed outright if not for the security camera pointing down at her from a metal arm to the right. No round knob to turn, no handle to pull. How the hell could this be an entry when the very definition lacked the ability?

A glance at her watch, and she’d arrived