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ABOUT THE BOOK
Title: PORN STAR
Author: Zara Cox
Series: Dark Desires,
#1
On Sale: September 13, 2016
Publisher: Forever
eBook: $4.99 USD
Zara
Cox brings her self-published novel to Forever as the start of a sexy new
series.
People call me many things: CEO,
billionaire, bastard. Q.
I love women. I love sex. I love
money. I love hot, wild nights with no promise of a future, because a future is
one thing I don't have. I'm twenty-eight years old. I won't live to see thirty,
and I don't care. Or I didn't, until her.
Nobody plans for a life like
this. Some of us just end up here.
They call me Lucky, though luck
has never been on my side. Before I met Q, my life was a big, twisted mess.
Never enough money, never anyone to trust. No way out. With Q, the shame and
fear disappear. Instead I feel pure pleasure, and that's something I've never
had before. But if what I've just learned is true, we'd better enjoy every second
together while we can...before our time runs out.
Previously published as I, Porn Star.
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PORN STAR Excerpt
“So it’s true?
It’s not a con? This job really pays a million dollars? For…sex?” she rasps.
“You think I’d
admit it if it was a con? What did the ad say?”
Her delicate jaw
flexes for a second.
“One
million uninhibited reasons to take a leap.
One
million chances to earn a keep
One
million to give in to the carnal
Are
you brave enough to surrender,
For a
payday to remember?”
It speaks even
more to her desperate state of mind that she remembers the ad verbatim.
I remain silent
and wait for her to speak.
“So…assuming it’s
not a con, how will this work, then?”
“If you pass the
next few tests, and I decide you’re a good fit, you get the gig. You’ll receive
one hundred thousand dollars with each performance.”
“So…ten
performances…over how long a period?”
“Depending on how
many takes are needed, anywhere between three weeks and a month. But I should
warn you, it’s hard work, Lucky. If you think you’re just going to lie back and
recite the Star Spangled Banner in your head, think again.”
Her fingers drum
on the table, the first sign of nerves she’s exhibited. “I…I won’t be doing
anything…skanky, will I?”
“Define skanky.”
“This is going to
be straight up sex. No other…bodily stuff? Because that would a firm no for
me.”
My mouth attempts
another twitch. “No water works, waste matter or bestiality will be involved in
the performances.”
Her fingers stop
drumming. “Okay.” She waits a beat, stares straight into the camera. “So when
will I know?”
I hear the barely
disguised urgency and I rub my finger over my lip again. “Soon. I’ll be in
touch within the week.” I’m not sure exactly why I want to toy with her. But I
sense that having her on edge would add another layer of excitement I badly
need.
When she opens
her mouth, I interrupt. “Goodbye, Lucky.”
A passing thought
about the origin of her name is crushed into oblivion. I press the remote to
summon the bodyguard to escort her out, and I leave the room.
In my study a few
minutes later, I bring up the screen on my desk and activate the encrypted
service I need. I open the application and within minutes, the members of my
exclusive gentlemen’s club are logging in.
My email is short
and succinct.
The
next Q Production is scheduled for release on 20 May 2015.
Limited
to ten members.
Bidding
starts in fifteen minutes.
I start the
countdown and rise to pour myself a neat bourbon. I swallow the first mouthful
with two prescribed tablets, which are meant to keep me from going over the
edge, apparently, and stroll to the floor to ceiling window. I look down at
Midtown’s bumper-to-bumper traffic. This mid-level penthouse is one of many I
own in this building and around New York City.
Technically, I
don’t live here. I only use it when volatile pressures demand that I put some
distance between the Upper West Side family mansion and myself. I would never
stray far for long. For one thing, I’ve accepted that my family would never
leave me alone.
I know what I
know. So they’ve made it their business to keep me on a short leash. But with
over three hundred properties in my personal portfolio, and a few thousand more
under the family firm’s control, there are many places to disappear to when the
demons howl.
Today, the
Midtown penthouse is my temporary haven.
I turn when the
timer beeps a one-minute warning.
I return to my
desk and adjust the voice distorter. When the clock reaches zero, I click the
mouse. “Gentlemen, start your bids.”
My words barely
trail off before the first five bids appear on the screen. Sixty seconds later,
the total bid is at a quarter of a million dollars. I steeple my fingers and
wish I were more excited. The money means nothing. It never has. It’s the end
game that excites me.
My mind drifts
back to Lucky. I turn the gem of her elusiveness this way and that and admit to
myself she has potential.
I want to take a
scalpel to all her secrets, bleed them and soil my hands with the viscera. I
also want to fuck her until her body gives out. Right in this moment, I’m not
sure what I want more.
So I concentrate
on the numbers racing higher on the screen.
Half a million. One
million. One point five.
My phone beeps
twice. I pick it up and read the two appointment reminders on the screen.
7pm – Dr. Nathanson. My shrink.
9pm -
Dinner with Maxwell.
I re-confirm the
first and delete the second.
Cancelling dinner
with Maxwell will bring a world of irritation to my doorstep. No one cancels
dinner with Maxwell Blackwood. For a start he’s one of the most powerful men in
the country.
He’s also my
father.
Yeah, my name is
Quinn Blackwood, heir to the Blackwood Estate, only child of Maxwell Blackwood
and Adele Blackwood (deceased). My family owns a staggering amount of property
across the eastern seaboard of the United States and a few in the west.
According to the bean counters, I’m personally worth twenty-six billion
dollars.
But tangling with
my father in hell is what I live for. Have done since I was fifteen. So I
ignore his summons and watch the stragglers fall away until I’m left with the
top ten bidders. The bids wind down, and within the space of half an hour, I’m
just under two million dollars richer.
I spot the
familiar name of the top bidder and I sneer. Taking his money on top of
everything else is darkly satisfying.
Once bidding
ends, I close down the application and call up another list. Dozens of charity
websites showing pictures of starving children flood my screen. Within minutes,
fifty charities are the grateful recipients of two million dollars.
I may be Quinn Blackwood,
occasional user of prescribed meds to keep the demons in check, who moonlights
as Q, porn star to an exclusive
few who pay millions for my work.
And I may be an
unhinged asshole with serious daddy issues.
But no one said I wasn’t a giver.
Review:
Porn Star by Zara Cox has quickly become one of my favourite reads!!!
When I first started reading this novel, I knew almost instantaneously that I would fall in love with it. Everything from the plot line, to the synopsis, characters, and even the title had me intrigued and dying to know more.
Zara Cox has written an amazing novel, and because of it, I am eagerly anticipating reading more books from this author in the future.
4/5 Stars!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Zara Cox has been writing for
almost twenty-five years but it wasn't until nine years ago that she decided to
share her love of writing sexy, gritty stories with anyone outside her close
family (the over 18s anyway!). This series is Zara's next step in her erotic
romance-writing journey, and she would love to hear your thoughts.
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