Wednesday, January 14, 2015

LISA'S REVIEW: Heartnapped (Jessica Lane)

Contemporary / Interracial Romance

Date Published: July 9, 2014

Jayla Simmons never imagined herself working in a place like Vice, but what's a girl to do when she has a child to support all on her own? Her disdain for the place isn't limited to her occupation. Her boss, Carter Rossi, has had a strange fixation on her since she started dancing at Vice, and though she's reluctant to admit it, she's drawn to him as well. Carter Rossi is tired of the cat and mouse game he's been playing with Jayla's since the day she walked into his club. The son of Don Antonio Rossi has been denied few things in life, and Jayla Simmons will be no exception. He'll have her by any means necessary.

Holy Crap, I cannot wait for the next part of this series. I am so pulled into this. It ended way to fast! Be warned this is a short story that will leave you begging for more. I love Jayla's character and Carter is something else. This is such a great start. I hope this just gets better and better. I don't know what to say with out telling you everything. I feel like I could go on an on here. But, if I did then you would know it all! Jayla has it hard being a single mom and I really felt for her character and the life she was being force to lead. I think Carter is going to be a very interesting character and I want so much more of him. Wow is about all I can say! Great start Jessica Lane, I can't wait for more!



I ignored them. After two years of doing this job, I'd become a pro at blocking out the cat calls and

propositions of the vultures that always seemed to surround me here.

"You're doing this for Jorden," I reminded myself as I finished my "dance."

Working as a stripper wasn't so bad. I mean, I could forget my morals and put my self respect on

the back burner for a few nights a week, right? What I hated so much was having to live in the

small town where this place was located.

I'd come to Barton, Texas, pregnant and alone, almost four years ago. My mother kicked me out

two days before my eighteenth birthday when I told her I was carrying Jorden. I stopped in Barton

originally just to grab a bite to eat, and saw a flier advertising $600 rentals with utilities included. I

dialed the number on the bottom of the neon sheet of paper, and the rest was history.

Not many of the citizens of Barton were outright hostile to me, but the leering glances from men

and the death glares I received from their wives spoke volumes. My skin crawled knowing that

most of the male population in town knew what I looked like beneath my clothes. I'd only been

intimate with one person in my entire life, and that was Jorden's father. That didn't stop me from

feeling dirty and violated every time I stepped offstage.

I hated this, but I didn't have many other options, so I swallowed my pride and went backstage to

change for the next number.

The stench of hairspray mixed with booze and cigarette smoke permeated the cramped changing

room as girls rushed in and out wearing sparkly, lacy next­to­nothings.

"There's the superstar," Joanne croaked, her voice mangled by age and years of smoking. "I was

beginning to think I'd have to entertain your boyfriend tonight."

My dark complexion made me a hot commodity around here. That had its benefits. For starters, it

meant that I usually made the best tips out of all the girls I worked with because I... stood out. It

also meant that I never had to 'work the floor.' No lap dances and no private room quickies. The

boss wanted to keep me as desirable as possible to the clientele, so I only ever did stage

performances. "Everybody wants what they can't have. You'll be like a star; beautiful and distant."

Those were his exact words to me, and how I'd chosen my stage name.

"Mr. Rossi is not my boyfriend. He's my boss!"

Carter Rossi had given me this job on sight. He'd tried to talk me into being a waitress, but I knew

that I'd make more dancing. Almost immediately after I started working at Vice, Carter became

oddly fixated on me, leaving the other girls to think that something was going on between us. Little

did they know that I wouldn't dream of touching Carter Rossi with a 10­foot pole.

The man wasn't a gargoyle or anything, far from it. He was gorgeous beyond belief, and he knew it

too. The cocky bastard would strut into Vice every night like he owned the place... okay, he

technically did, but it still got on my nerves. His black hair always looked like he'd just rolled out

of bed, but the nonchalant nature of it suited the handsome, rich boy who'd probably never had to

work for anything in his life. His eyes were so green they had to have been contacts. I'd never seen

eyes like that before in my life. He had a body worthy of his Adonis­esque face, and all 6­foot-

infinity­inches of him towered over everyone in the room, making all stop and take notice.

In short, he was the type of man that was used to getting any woman he wanted, and unfortunately,

he'd set his sights on me. If I was a different kind of woman, or even the me that I was four years

ago, I might have enjoyed the attention Carter chose to lavish me with, but life had seen fit to make

me wiser than my years about the ways of men. I knew Carter's kind ­I'd lost everything to a guy

just like him four years ago­ and I wasn't about to be taken in by good looks and a few sly words.

It wasn't just my heart at stake this time. I had Denny to think about. The last thing she needed was

for me to provide her with a lackluster male role model when she'd already been asking me for the

past year about her dad.

I grew up in a tiny town with lots of room for my imagination to grow, and never outgrew my love for playing make believe. I developed my love for storytelling when I was very young, and used it as a way to escape and explain the world around me. That storytelling ability has grown and evolved a lot since then and taken me many different places. I'm having fun following where it leads me. I've been writing since I was a child; seriously, my mom has the crayon illustrated short stories to prove it. My writing has been mostly private since the end of my UIL creative writing days circa 1998. The writing bug bit me again when I was a freshman in high school, and I finally had the guts to publish my first e-book, Purple Hearts, in July of 2013! Now, I'm hooked, and determined to make a career out of this little passion of mine. My writing style is very direct with a little bit of humor. Alpha males are my guilty pleasure, but don't expect my female main characters to be passive damsels in distress. Every girl needs a little spark to her to keep the guys on their toes, right? I write mostly interracial/paranormal romance, but I've been toying with contemporary and historical romance plots as well. In short, I'm a dreamer by nature and an artist by trade. I endeavor to take my readers on a different journey with every new story I write.

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