Exploring Love Standalone Collection

By Jess Winters

Complete Box Set of Exploring Love Standalone Collection, a collection of four titles that have all the romance, action, and drama to leave you hooked.

Book 1 – A Night with the Biker
Book 2 – One Night with Mr. Right
Book 3 – Crazy Sweet
Book 4 – Perfect Trouble

• Language: English
• Publisher: SSPATEL Publishing
• Release date: Jan 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393663928

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Exploring Love Standalone Collection

By:

Jess Winters

Contents

Book 1: A Night with the Biker

Book 2: One Night with Mr. Right

Book 3: Crazy Sweet

Book 4: Perfect Trouble

Book 1: A Night with the Biker

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By:

Jess Winters

Table of Contents:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Chapter 1

(Carmen)

Everybody has a hard-luck story from some point in their lives. Well, most people, anyway. I was in a bad way for money; my rent was past due, the utilities were coming up, and my hours at work had just been cut in half due to downsizing. Yeah, things weren’t looking good for me that month and I was on the lookout for any way to make money—any way that was legal, that is. I considered some options from the other side of the law, but decided they weren’t for me. They all seemed like things I’d get trapped in, so I stayed on the legit side of things.

Well, some things I did were borderline, at least in my mind. Like the times I set up at the local flea market and read fortunes and sold magical items. I even went through a phase on Etsy in which I sold handmade, crocheted jar toppers and scrubbies for the kitchen, dubbing them as kitchen witch must-haves. Those things were legal, but they were on the border of taking advantage of people, because really, who believes in magic? Apparently, there’s quite a few people who still do. So, when my friend Patty said she had a semi-steady, money-making position for me, I jumped on it; or out of it, literally.

Patty owned her a business that catered to all types of parties—and she would take care of everything from the planning, printing of invitations, to the seating arrangements. She even branched out and started taking on the food and drinks for parties, too. This proved lucrative for her and her employees—she shared the wealth instead of becoming rich while her employees ran around disgruntled and staying in poverty or just above, as so many business owners do.

So, Patty called me up with a job offer. It wasn’t my ideal job, but I agreed to give it a try because she promised that I’d love it. Not to mention there was always the potential for tips, which I would be allowed to keep and didn’t have to turn in at all.

I went to Patty’s work, Perfect Party by Patty, and went to her office.

Okay, I’m here, Pats! Give me the lowdown on this job. I’m ready to go make some money. I flopped into a chair and smiled broadly.

Patty slid her glasses off her nose and let them swing back and forth by the ear piece between her finger and thumb. You didn’t put on your makeup? And what’s with the hair in a ponytail? She grinned and stood.

I didn’t know I was supposed to get all gussied up for this job. I thought it was helping set up a party or maybe catering. I was confused.

Laughing, she shook her head. "My, my, my. You, my dearest friend, you are going to be the main attraction at a bachelor party tonight."

I shot to my feet, shocked. What? No way! I’m not stripping, Pats, you know better. If I wanted to do that sort of thing, I would have gone and applied down at The Fuzzy Hole as a dancer.

No, no stripping, doll. You’re the cake girl. Patty put her glasses back on and walked to the desk to rifle through some papers.

Oh, okay. Cake I can do. So, what, am I serving it, baking it, carting it in? I went to her desk to see what she was looking at.

Nope. She handed me a paper with a picture of a costume on it. You will pop up out of the center of the cake!

The costume was a nearly see-through bikini with a couple of silver tassels dangling from each nipple and the crotch. I’m sure my eyes almost fell out of their sockets. "No, Patty. That is the same as being naked. Look at that thing. And, is it a G-string, too? Oh, my god!" I tossed the paper to the desk and looked at Patty.

Come on, please? You’ll love it. There’s a no-touch policy at these events. You’re perfect for this. You fit the guy’s description to a T.

I do? I didn’t think I fit anyone’s description perfectly, especially a man’s.

Yes, you do. She handed me the order intake. It was true, I did fit the description. Say you’ll do it, otherwise this bachelor will be out a lot of money and have no sexy girl to jump out of the cake. It would really help me out a lot, Carmen.

I thought about it for a while, eyed the papers again, bargained for more coverage in the costume, and finally, after a half-hour debate, agreed to do it. I needed the money. It came down to that. Three hundred dollars for an hour was the best money I’ve ever made. And tips on top of that.

How exactly would I be making tips if there’s a no-touch policy in effect?

Well, sometimes, the cake girl gives the bachelor, or someone he designates to sit in his place, a special little dance. Nothing says you have to do this, but you will get at least another fifty bucks in the form of a tip, if you do decide to do it. She was getting out the paperwork for me to sign; there was a lot of signing.

All right, but like I said, I’m not a strip dancer. I wasn’t going to do it; I’d already made up my mind. The three hundred was good enough for an hour’s worth of waiting and popping out of a cardboard cake.

Fine. That’s perfectly fine. Now, let’s get you ready. We have to do something about this makeup and this ponytail.

I knew Patty was detail-oriented, but two-and-a-half hours to do my hair and makeup and get me into that skimpy, might as well not be there costume, was ridiculous even for her.

Though, I have to admit, I looked really hot when she was done.

Chapter 2

(Spyder)

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Perfect Party by Patty is a one-stop shop for anything and everything to do with parties. I didn’t really want to go to the place, it looks like a chick’s spot, maybe even chicks with kids, and that’s not my scene at all, but it’s not everyday my best friend gets married and I wanted to throw him the perfect bachelor’s party.

It’s not some uptight, good boy party either. It’s going to be edgy, and by that, I mean it’s going to be on the edge of earning him a divorce before he gets married. No, but it’s going to be so risqué that it would make most people blush: strippers, role-playing, cake-girl, candies in the shapes of tits—a girl from our motorcycle club is making those, using her own tits as molds. Yeah, it is going to be over the top and I’m excited to go.

Who knows? Maybe I’ll get lucky with one of the hot little strippers I’ve ordered. Perfect Party by Patty didn’t do strippers or role-playing escorts, so I had to rustle them up on my own. That’s okay, I had no trouble doing so.

I arrived early to the banquet hall at the compound where we have all our special events, and I unlocked the deliveries door. A van from Perfect Party would be arriving soon and I wanted everything, and everybody set up before Jack, the lucky groom-to-be, got there.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the pearly pink van with bright colored balloons painted all over it, pull into the compound. The van slowed to a stop and I could see the driver checking his directions as if he wondered if this was the right address.

Walking out to him, I motioned for him to pull forward. He rolled down his window and held up a clipboard. Um, I have a delivery for Mack Stone; is this the right place, man?

He was nervous, and I laughed. Yeah, dude, this is it. Big bachelor party for a Road Venom member tonight. Just pull up over there at the open door by the hall.

I followed on foot. The driver was a nervous little square and I laughed at him several times as he unloaded the goods and carted them into the hall. I told him where to put each thing.

He dropped the last load and said, Um. Patty and her girls will be here any minute to get it all set up for you. They have the other van and the helium tank, the cakes, the liquor, and all that stuff for you. He raised his hand in parting as he quickly got back into his van and left.

Within ten minutes, Patty and her crew showed up. They were quick, precise, efficient, and had the place set up within an hour.

Patty, a frumpy-looking woman, whom I thought could be sexy if she let her hair down and got out of that power suit for a minute, shook my hand. Here are your copies of the paperwork. The cake-girl is out in the van. She’s nervous but she’s amazing. I’m going to stay until it’s time for her to get into the cake.

Sweet. Thanks, Patty. Jack’s gonna love this. I shook her hand again. Tell that girl we don’t bite unless she wants us to. I winked at her.

Blushing, she nodded, tittered a little laugh, and left as fast as the nervous little deliver dude had.

An hour later, Patty had wrangled her cake-girl into the back room where the cake was. Jack would be the last to show up. The strippers were filing into the back room, not wearing much to start with, they’d be naked in no time after the music started.

My blood was pumping hot already when I went in the back room to shush them all up, and that’s when I saw the cake-girl. Now, the strippers were hot, no doubt about that. The role-playing escorts were hot, too. I handpicked them, so I should know. I wouldn’t bring in ugly women for my friend’s bachelor party. But that cake-girl? Damn, hot didn’t even come close to what she was.

Mega nuclear meltdown hot is what she was. I was gawking when she caught sight of me. I admit it, but hell, she should have been used to that from men—bet she couldn’t walk down the street