Mistaken For An Escort

Angie:  My grandmother needs medication for her asthma, and I make a pittance working as a line cook at a greasy spoon diner.  As a result, I answered an ad looking for models.  Little did I know but this “modeling gig” was of an adult nature.  What?  This isn’t what I signed up for!  I want out.  NOW.


Peter:  I don’t usually use escorts, but boredom was literally making me dizzy so I took City Girls up on its offer to “show me a good time.” (their words, not mine)  They had all the girls in a room dressed in the frilliest of nothings, and customers were allowed to observe through a two-way mirror.  None of the women caught my attention … until I saw *her.*  Angie was busting out of her red dress with flames in her eyes and steam hissing from her ears.  The curvy girl’s got me hooked with her spirit and fire and now, I want my baby in her belly!


This is the next installment in the City Girls series.  You’ll love this steamy tale that touches on the taboo because how many customers really get to select the woman they love from a line-up?  However, at City Girls anything is possible because it’s va-va-voom fun!  This is a follow-up to First Time Escort and My Roommate’s Dad, but all my books are standalones and may be read in any order.  As always, no cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.