I don’t blog as much as I used to. Hardly at all, actually. So on the advice of my writer-friends Kim Golden and Xio Axelrod (just so we know who to blame if things go awry), I’m going to try something new. A serial-novella. To keep it tongue-in-cheek, I’m going to make it something I might not normally write. And if I like it when it’s done, I’ll publish it on Amazon, B&N and all the usual platforms. And if I (and you) hate it, we’ll never speak of this failed experiment again. That’s the deal. 🙂 So … here we go — every Tuesday for the next five weeks, click here, to follow the story, ‘Paid Companion’. I’ll post the first 10 chapters and then go dark to finish and publish on Amazon, shortly thereafter.
As far as this story, the title kind of speaks for itself, but I won’t give you a blurb because I have no idea where it’ll go just yet. Here’s a little taste of ‘Paid Companion’, before we get down to business next week:
Sunday, 2:13 pm, Washington, DC
“You’re not really doing this, are you? Tell me you’re not doing this.”
“Damn right I am. I’m not in a position to pass up that kind of money,”
“You’d be a hooker, Lia. I don’t care what they call it—you’d be a hooker.”
Lia laughed and tossed the last of her clothing into the small weekend bag and zipped it shut, setting it on the floor next to her unmade bed. Stephanie was her best friend and she generally followed her advice, because it was basically sound. Most of the time. In this instance though, she couldn’t afford to listen to her.
“It’s a lot of money. More than I’ve ever had at one time in my life. And for what? To stand around and look cute during a week-long vacation with a man who’s pretty damned cute himself? Tell me honestly that you’d pass that up.”
Stephanie said nothing for a few moments then sighed. “Okay, fine. So I would probably do precisely what you’re doing. But we need to make a plan before you get on that plane.”
“Yes, a plan. You’re getting on a private jet to meet a complete stranger and be his ‘paid companion’ for a week. That sounds like the beginning of a bad novel, or an episode of Dateline Mysteries. So we need to have a plan for if you get in trouble and need me to come get you, or send in the cavalry. Or the Miami PD.”
At that, Lia paid closer attention. Stephanie was right. She didn’t know Blake Morgan except as someone whose pictures got taken in magazines a lot. He could be a homicidal maniac who because of his wealth and influence could easily ‘disappear’ foolish young women like her, with no consequences at all. But that was part of the thrill—not knowing what awaited her at the other end of that plane ride. Surely not death. Based on Blake Morgan’s photos, a girl was much more likely to lose her heart than her life.
“Okay, Stephanie. Let’s come up with my escape plan. Just in case.”
“Thank you,” Stephanie sighed. “I always feel much better when I have a plan. Especially when I’m sending my best friend off to become a hooker.”