Leigh Foxlee
About: Casey Carpenter's life spins out of control after her husband cheats on her and drains their bank account. She can't afford her condo, her furniture is about to be repossessed, and the only man who can help her is a misfit-turned-model she used to bully in high school. Sparks and shoes fly when the once popular girl becomes a sex maid for this former ugly duckling.
Excerpt: Did I leave the bedroom TV on again? I walked up the stairs, frowning as I tried to remember my hectic morning. Kiss Corey goodbye, grab a muffin for breakfast…
When I opened the bedroom door, I stopped mentally ticking off my before work routine and let out a scream. I couldn't help myself.
My husband Corey and my best friend--make that supposed best friend--Emma were screwing each other's brains out on my brand new sheets. I hurled curses at them before I hurled the shoe I yanked from my foot. Then I turned and ran from the scene, sobbing as I went.
Corey ran down the stairs after me, and I turned to face him as he padded into the open kitchen. Emma trailed after him. Her long, brunette curls were a tangled mess, and she struggled to keep the sheet up over her boobs as she tried not to trip over the hem. Her honey colored eyes met mine briefly, and they flashed guilt that she quickly hid by looking away.
Corey's gray eyes were full of fake regret and false apology. This wasn't the first time I'd caught him in bed with another woman, but it would be the last.
"Casey, baby, I can explain." He gripped my arms and pressed me into the marble countertop. He tried on a sexy smile, rubbed my skin through my shirt, tried to press his cock against my thigh, but I squirmed away.
"I've heard this story before," I practically growled the words as I steeled my resolve. He was a gorgeous man. There was no denying that. And whether I hated him or not, he still had a physical effect on me. But I couldn't let that sway me this time.
"You told me you were going to leave her," Emma hissed these words once she overheard our conversation. She shot daggers in my direction.
My eyes blurred from tears, but no way would I cry again. I glared at my soon to be ex-husband and my ex-best friend. We'd been high school pals. Corey was the star quarterback. Emma was the head cheerleader, and I was their brainy little tagalong. But how brainy was I? I'd been playing this game of denial with myself for a very long time. Did a smart girl really do that?
And the truth hit me like a punch to the gut. But then, I'd known the truth all along. Corey was using me. Always had been. After all, I was the main breadwinner. I was the one bringing home paychecks, while he made excuses about turning down good job after good job so he could go out and be the playboy.
And enough was enough. As he leaned in to kiss me, while Emma screamed like a scalded cat about him being a traitor, I pushed my tiny hands into his massive pecs and scooted out of his embrace.
Once I was a safe distance away, I snapped up my cell phone and said, "I want you both out of here in under an hour, or I'm calling the police."
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Watch for more BDSM fairy tales from Leigh soon! Here's a sneak peek at the cover for No. 3.
And watch for more 50 Shades of Fairy Tales coming from our friend Madeline Apple and Courtesan Press! Here's a sneaky peek at her lovely cover, too. Click on the cover to pay Courtesan a visit.
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