Nicola C. Matthews
Angel H. Scott
© 2015 by Nicola C. Matthews
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Cover art by Bloody Feather Graphix Team
Ghost written by Nicola C. Matthews & Angel H. Scott
The urge to smash his fist through the wall was almost unbearable. Just watching Andy and Nicolette making kissy-faces at each other made him want to vomit. So exactly how the fuck had they talked him into managing that crazy bitch’s book tour in the first place?
Ash rolled his eyes, watching the two of them in disgust. Andy sat to the side of Nicolette who was happily signing autographs and chatting with her readers. They had all been crisscrossing the country, Nicolette’s book tour synced with White Coffin’s Blood to Blood tour to support and promote the band’s fifth album. Their evenings were spent in coffee shops and libraries where Nicolette pushed that piece of shit novel of hers, The Taming of Andy Savage, onto the legions of White Coffin fans who snapped it up like cotton candy. The damn thing was actually starting to sell more than their band shirts at the shows. What the fuck?
He reached out and thumped one of the books displayed on the shelf closest to him. It fell over with a soft thud, taking out a dozen other books in the process. He smiled, oddly satisfied with this small bit of chaos he had created. He would have loved to have gone through the entire library turning over the shelves and ripping the books to pieces. Give him a match and some lighter fluid and his night would just be getting started.
“Sir, can I help you find something?” a soft voice asked.
Ash turned around, surprised someone had managed to walk right up to him without him hearing. He stared at the petite auburn-haired woman giving him the stink-eye. She was absolutely unremarkable, her dark reddish-brown hair pulled up in a severe French twist, her blue eyes hidden behind a pair of large, black, plastic eyeglasses. She had to be a good six inches shorter than him, her attire absolutely unbecoming for any woman. Her too-small tits were hidden beneath an overly large sweater, her short legs encased in wide-legged dress pants which did nothing for her non-existent hips and ass.
The woman reached out to tidy the shelf, lining all the books back up into a neat row. “Was there something particular you were looking for?” she asked, glancing at him momentarily as she worked.
“Yeah, you got any porn around here? I’m bored out of my mind.”
She stopped for a brief moment before returning to her task. For a second Ash thought he had managed to shock the uptight bitch, but apparently she had at least heard of porn, even if she looked like she had never had a proper fucking in her life. “There are plenty of shit-tacular porn novels on Amazon if you are into that kind of thing. Feel free to help yourself,” she said, gesturing toward the row of computers in the back before she turned to leave.
Ash glanced toward the row of monitors before turning his attention back to the departing woman. “Then can you at least point me in the direction of the nearest strip club? Hell, I’ll take a dive bar at this point. If I don’t get away from those two pussies over there -” he jerked his thumb towards Andy and Nicolette, “then I’m going to fucking lose it. I’m in dire need of a nympho with big tits and a tight cunt. Otherwise I fear I might start picking out China patterns or some shit.”
The woman stopped dead in her tracks. Ash had to stifle a snort. Looks like he may have hit a nerve.
She looked over in the direction of Andy and Nicolette before turning around to stare at him. She dipped her head, looking at him over the rim of her glasses. Her eyes raked over him from the bottom of his biker boots to the top of his long, layered black hair which he had pulled back into a loose ponytail. She seemed oddly unimpressed with his chiseled cheekbones, full lips, adorable nose, and dark skin. She immediately dismissed him, which only pissed him off. What the fuck was this bitch’s deal?
“You know Nicolette Vampskin?” she asked instead.
This time Ash didn’t bother to try to hide his snort of disdain as he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, unfortunately. Somehow they roped me into putting together this fucked up book tour for her. I’ve spent way too much time surrounded by books without pictures of naked women in them.”
“Hmm, she can’t write for shit,” the librarian said, abruptly turning and walking back to the circulation desk at the front of the store.
“You never told me where I could get a lap dance,” he said, following her to the desk.
The woman slammed down the stack of books she had picked up from one of the tables as she walked. “Sir, I have work to do -”
“I’m Ash, by the way, Ash Pardue,” he said as he interrupted her, holding out his hand.
She stared at it for a second before turning that ice-cold stare back to his face, not making any move to return his offered hand. “Brandi.”
Ash blinked at her. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Brandi,” she repeated.
“Okay,” he said, dragging out the word. “Was that an invitation to go get a drink? Cause if you want to get the hell out of here the drinks are on me.”
“No, my name. It’s Brandi.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Like the drink?”
She rolled her eyes behind her glasses. “Yes, like the drink. Now was there something book related you needed help with, Mr. Pardue?”
He slowly shook his head. “No, not unless you have some porno mags stashed behind the counter there,” he said, leaning over to peek behind the desk. His soft brown eyes moved over her body again, making it abundantly clear that he really was checking her out.
Brandi stared at him for a few seconds, her head cocked to the side as she regarded him closely. Moving suddenly, she reached under the counter and plucked a black postcard from the depths held within, holding it out with a flourish of her manicured hand. “Here, since you seem to be so hard up to get laid, maybe this will interest you.”
Ash stared at the nondescript card in her hand, almost laughing at her words. He hadn’t really thought the woman knew what it meant to get laid. He took the card from her, glancing at words written in beautiful golden calligraphy on the front.
Leather and Lace Gentleman’s Club
“What the fuck is this?” he asked, flipping the card over to read the address printed on the back.
She shrugged. “Some asshole tried to leave a whole stack of these in the romance section. Apparently he thought our female patrons might want to earn some extra cash by becoming a stripper.”
He laughed. “No shit. So what did you tell him?”
She looked at him over the rim of her glasses again. Fuck, how the hell could she be so immune to his good looks and the sex-me-up smile he had planted on his face right now? “I told him the same thing I’m telling you right now, sir,” she said as she picked up her stack of books. “Please leave, or I will be forced to ask security to remove you from the premises.”
Ash laughed, but when she continued to stare at him without any trace of humor, he held up his hands and began to slowly back away from the desk. “Fine, don’t get your granny panties all in a bunch. I’ll just go sit by the two love birds and hope I don’t end up with my balls in a sling.”
With that he gave her a little wink and then turned, shoving his hands into his jean pockets as he headed back over to Andy and Nicolette. Seems some women were just so damn frigid you couldn’t pry their legs apart with the Jaws of Life, or an eight inch cock. Her loss. There were literally thousands of women who would have sold their souls to spend just a few minutes in his presence. He wasn’t about to waste it on some uptight bitch who obviously needed someone to pull the stick out of her ass and replace it with a fat dildo.
Brandi Charmane watched as Ash walked away, smiling to herself. It had taken all of her willpower not to fangirl all over him. She knew perfectly well who he was, and every inch of her body was screaming at her to pull him behind one of the bookcases and fuck him six ways from Sunday.
But she didn’t. Not yet, anyway.