About Dirty Girl:
Angus Boone is the devil.
He lured me in, but not with candy or treats. And like the devil, he saw what no one else did.
All of my sins…all of the stains on my soul.
And then he smiled.
I should have run…far far away.
Instead I made a deal that changed us both forever.
***This is part one of a three-part serial***
Warning: This is non-traditional romance,with adult content, sexual situations and a non-traditional ending.
Dirty Girl: Part 1
Dirty Girl: Part 2
She was nothing if not predictable. I’d watched her for weeks on the security monitors, traipsing from club to club. Smiling. Flirting. Seducing. It had taken me a while to figure out her system—her game—but I hadn’t minded. It was time well spent watching her work her magic wherever she showed up.
I knew if I was just patient, my persistence would pay off, because like I said, she was nothing if not predictable. Ten o’clock every third Friday night at The Alibi Room. I shook my head and took a sip of my coffee, wishing I had something stronger to drink.
I watched her smile at the bouncer and step inside the club, the knot in my stomach loosening and tightening by degrees. She shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be watching but that’s how obsessions went.
And obsession was something I knew a lot about. As much as I hated seeing her on my screen, I couldn’t stop myself from watching her. And every time she showed up I leaned a little closer, unable to take my eyes off of her, unable to stop myself. Unable to stop her.
“Fucking stupid girl.”
Tonight she wore a short gray skirt and a pink sweater. Tonight she was all legs.
Tonight I was all hard on. I licked my lips and settled in for the show, hating myself just the same. I should do something, I should stop her, I should help her, but I don’t.
I shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I do.
About Allie Cooke:
Indie author and die-hard Southern girl, Allie Cooke has been reading and writing romance since she was old enough to hold a crayon, so a future as a romance writer wasn’t very farfetched for her. From billionaires to blue collar, from CEO to sexy entrepreneur, whether they’re wearing jeans or suits, Allie’s always had a thing for hot, hunky Alphas who need to be saved from themselves…Usually with the help of the right woman.
When she’s not writing, editing, or reading. Allie can be found cooking up mayhem in the kitchen or catching up on the latest and greatest TV shows with her favorite man.
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