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They both joined
The Club and made an arrangement. She got the money to pay her overdue bills
and he got access to her body, whenever and however he wanted it...
After being dumped by her boyfriend of six years, Lyric Johnson has no way to pay her bills. She’s been trying to find a job for months, but no one seems interested in hiring a recent graduate of a creative writing program. When Lyric’s neighbor tells her about THE CLUB, selling her body seems to be her only option.
After being dumped by her boyfriend of six years, Lyric Johnson has no way to pay her bills. She’s been trying to find a job for months, but no one seems interested in hiring a recent graduate of a creative writing program. When Lyric’s neighbor tells her about THE CLUB, selling her body seems to be her only option.
Seven years ago recording artist, Maverick, had one of the
biggest-selling singles of all time. When his second album failed to gain any
traction and his personal life fell apart he disappeared into obscurity.
Now on the advice of his manager Maverick has joined THE
CLUB and he’s chosen Lyric for an arrangement.
YELLOW DOG BLUES is a SERIAL NOVEL, which unfolds
in TWO PARTS (approximately 90 pages each).
Each novel in Ren Monterrey's The Club series can be read as
a stand-alone or as part of the series.
Excerpt:
My hand
shakes as I open the front door to The Club.
I have no
idea what I’m doing here. Am I really contemplating selling my body for money?
I consider
turning around and trying to figure something else out, but I’ve exhausted
nearly every option I can imagine.
My next door
neighbor, Cali, referred me to The Club when she found me locked out of my
apartment with an eviction notice plastered across my door.
Chad, my
boyfriend of six years, decided to join the Peace Corps without telling me. He
finally admitted he was leaving when I found him packing for his flight to
Africa. He left me with an apartment I had no way to pay for and several months
of utility bills that were past due.
Despite all
of my best efforts to secure gainful employment I haven’t been able to find a
job. Not even a nibble. Not even after a nationwide search.
I guess
earning a Master’s degree in Creative Writing was much less marketable than I
ever imagined it would be.
Out of
complete and utter desperation I dialed the number on the black business card
Cali gave me. The gruff woman who answered the phone asked me only two
questions: how old I was and if I was a blond. Then she told me to meet her at
three pm, quickly spit out the address and hung up on me.
So here I am
at five minutes until three, my heart practically pounding out of my chest,
trying to convince myself to go inside.
You have no job and nowhere to live, I
remind myself. Not to mention a six figure student loan that’s about to come
due in a few months. How I’ll ever be able to afford those monthly payments is
something I can’t even contemplate at the moment.
I take in a
deep breath and force myself to go inside.
As
nondescript as the exterior of the building is, the interior is in sharp
contrast. It’s rich looking with dark wood everywhere. The décor reminds me one
of those men’s clubs from the movies. One of those places that only admits rich
old men and exudes an atmosphere of excessive wealth and old money.
The Club has
a similar vibe.
There’s a
young woman standing behind a large mahogany desk. I expect her to give me some
type of greeting, but she just stares at me with her big doe eyes.
As I get
closer I realize just how tall she is. She towers over all five foot four of
me. It would surprise me if she wasn’t some kind of model. She’s rail thin and
has that emaciated look about her.
“I have an
appointment with Claudia.”
I’m
surprised that she doesn’t check an appointment book, or even an electronic
calendar, until I realize there is absolutely nothing to check. The desk is completely
bare.
“Follow me,”
she says.
She doesn’t
give me any time to reply. She takes off down a long hallway at a pace so brisk
I practically have to run to keep up with her.
When we get
to the door at the end of the hallway she turns to me and says, “Go inside.
Claudia is waiting for you.”
Before I
have a chance to reply she takes off back down the hallway leaving me alone
with the drumbeat of my pounding heart.
It takes
several impossibly long moments for me to gather enough courage to open the door
to Claudia’s office.
Ren Monterry lives in a small town outside Phoenix,
Arizona with her husband and their bloodhounds. She writes New Adult and
Contemporary romance under a number of different pen names including Sierra
Avalon, Savannah Young and Dakota Madison.
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