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Liquor and Lust

Liquor and Lust

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jan 11, 2019
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Romance
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A stripper. Someone who sheds clothing, dances, and can even perform sexual favors for others. All in hopes of earning cash. Melanie. Young, Beautiful, single mom struggling to provide financially for her child. As much as she despises pleasuring strange men and exposing herself.... She does it all for her son. She doesn't trust men. & Liquor seems to be the only perk in life. What happens when a stranger that goes by Harry Styles starts to show up and refuses to leave her alone? What will he think, when he's aware of her son, or what her job consists of? Can he handle her? Can she handle him? Or will they be blinded by Liquor and Lust?
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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