Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now?: Consent, #1

By Serena Simpson

Can the man from the club be Mr. Right or simply Mr. Right Now?

Althea's friend talked her into spending the evening in the hottest new club on the east coast - CONSENT.

She made a vow to herself that she would only watch. Yes, it was that type of club.

Then Mr. Tall, Dark and built like a bodybuilder, approached her. His hair was black enough to be the entrance of hell with strands the color of hell's fire running through it and eyes to match.

Suddenly, the last thing she wanted to do was watch.

This is an adult romance 18 years and older

• Language: English
• Publisher: Serena Simpson
• Release date: Jan 26, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201383800

Serena Simpson

Serena grew up watching reruns of Star Trek and getting impatient when the football game ran into overtime and delayed or canceled Star Trek. You may understand why football is not a sport she prefers! She spent years creating stories in her head and reading ALL THE BOOKS! It wasn’t until her daughter was lying in a hospital bed and she realized that life was too short bot to be with the people she loved that she started looking for an alternate career. She’s been writing since 2015 loving it on some days and hating it on others. What she loves the most are the fans. Okay, she also loves a good steak, but shh… What you will find in all her books are love and family.

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Acknowledgments

Iwant to say thank you to my daughter. When I sat her down and said I wrote a book, and it’s erotic, I want you to know in case someone says something to you like, do you know what your mother is writing. Her response? I’ll fight them, mom. That’s her way of accepting me no matter what. God, I love that child. Then she said I want to read it. Reluctantly I agree she is old enough to read it, so when you see it come out in paperback, it’s for my baby.

I want to thank my beta reader, who encouraged me to write it and said she loved it. Thanks to my editor, who didn’t flinch at editing it and as always, thanks to Perie, my awesome cover designer. I haven’t seen the cover yet, but Perie’s doing it case closed.

Last but definitely not least, thanks to you, my readers, new and old, for taking a chance on this book.

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Blurb

Can the man from the club be Mr. Right or simply Mr. Right Now?

ALTHEA’S FRIEND TALKED her into spending the evening in the hottest new club on the east coast - CONSENT.

She made a vow to herself that she would only watch. Yes, it was that type of club.

Then Mr. Tall, Dark and built like a bodybuilder, approached her. His hair was black enough to be the entrance of hell with strands the color of hell’s fire running through it and eyes to match.

Suddenly, the last thing she wanted to do was watch.

Chapter One

A lthea, please... Her friend begged, drawing out the, please.

No. No means no! Althea looked over Nina’s shoulder, knowing better than to meet her eyes. She met the barista’s eyes who was ease dropping on their conversation.

You can’t even meet my eyes, which means you’re curious and maybe a little interested.

Ignoring the barista and the sexy wink he sent her way; Althea turned her attention back to her best friend.

Every time I go out with you, I end up in trouble.

What! When? Nina’s eyes took on the innocence of a manipulating six-year-old."

Most recently was that Christmas party.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Let me refresh your memory. Althea closed her eyes. She could remember it like it was yesterday.

The party was at a bar downtown. One of the companies Nina was affiliated with issued an invitation for her and a plus one. Althea went knowing better.

They were a law company. What could go wrong?

Famous last words.

Althea, they’re doing body shots.

The music was loud, and the bar was bigger than she anticipated from the outside. It must cater to an older crowd with its pristine hardwood floors and sleek seating. There was a jukebox as well as a spot for a live band. Right now, a DJ was spinning tunes.

Thanks, no thanks, you know I am a lightweight.

There is not enough alcohol in a shot to get you drunk. Look at them. They’re sober.

I don’t know. WTF? She just slurped that out of his navel!

It’s called a body shot.

Nope, nope, I refuse.

Party pooper, then let’s just do a few shots.

Maybe.  The silver fox in the corner distracted her from Nina’s ramblings.

Oh, he’s hot. Now you have to do a few shots to loosen up.

She followed Nina to the bar making eye contact with the silver fox every now and then. Older men knew their way around a vagina. Her body perked up.

Bad Althea, she hit her own hand. You are not here for sex. Even if it’s beginning to remotely feel like the Sahara down there.

The bartender winked at her and poured whatever Nina requested. One sip made her think she was drinking water instead of wine, and it was clear. Shrugging her shoulders, she downed it needing the hydration. The bartender gave her another. The drinks were on the house for the next two hours.

Well, that was a generous Christmas gift. When