Blog Tour: Hooker Heels by Ryan Ringbloom

Hooker Heels Tour Banner Hooker Heels by Ryan Ringbloom Publication Date: October 1, 2015 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance Hooker Heels Cover

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Synopsis: Kenna Winston knows two things. Men and money. That's her game. But when she's offered a business contract, the game changes. Kenna has to decide if she is ready to up the ante or if the proposal being offered is crossing the line, even for her. And what happens if her heart gets involved?
Oh, that's right... she doesn't have one. Zackary Knight has always had things handed to him. That's not the life he wants. Can't anyone see that he is more than just a dollar sign? What about the beautiful woman who just showed up on his doorstep? Is she someone he can finally open his heart up to? Because his heart... it's a big one.
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About Ryan Ringbloom

Ryan Ringbloom
Ryan Ringbloom is a YA/NA author who lives for anything Romance. The passion, love, angst, awkwardness… she loves all of it. When Ryan needs a break from reality she sneaks off to read a romantic story or write one of her own. Drinking coffee, reading Tweets and hugs from her six year old are the best part of her day. You can follow her on Twitter: @RyanRingbloom or visit her website at www.RyanRingbloom.com . Feel free to contact her, she would love it!
EXCERPTS: Hooker Heels by Ryan Ringbloom

Excerpt #1
Expectations are as follows:
Spend a minimum of two hours with client daily, not to exceed four hours.
Not too bad. I expected it to be longer. Those were part-time hours.
No money or gifts valued over $100.00 are to be accepted from the client.
That sucked.
 All payments will be made through a personal account set up in the employee’s name.
Direct deposit. Perfect.
Sexual advances are to be met with believable enthusiasm.
Believable enthusiasm. Like faking it? No problem there.
Discretion is mandatory.
No shit. For him and me both.
Employee is to cease any romantic encounters with anyone other than the client until the contract ends.
No other men for now. Fine with me. I could use a break.
The contract expires after six months.
I finished reading. “What happens after the six months are up?”

Excerpt #2
“Perhaps you’d care to join me.” His eyes roamed down to my legs and he took a sharp breath in through his nose. He stood and extended his hand to me. “We can discuss my business some more and then maybe we can discuss yours.”
My business. I covered my gulp with a small cough. It was crystal clear what he was insinuating and yet I accepted his hand, gracefully standing from the tall stool. That was the kind of power that came with money. And at the moment, I was powerless.
“Send another bottle up please,” he all but growled, his hand on my back ushering me in the direction of the lobby.
“Right away, Mr. Parker,” the bartender acknowledged him.
Mr. Parker. That was the name of my wealthy suitor. Good to know.
A black card was slipped into a slot in the elevator and it took off to an unmarked floor on top of the hotel.
The doors opened to a posh hallway and I followed Mr. Parker to the only room on the floor. We entered the penthouse and were greeted by a butler dressed in black tails.
 “Good evening, Mr. Parker. Miss.” He nodded at me. “I have your bottle of champagne set up on the bar. Shall I pour?”
I glanced around the enormous space. There was a bar near the windows with another bottle of Dom already waiting for us. A simple gesture was made, two glasses of champagne were poured and a crystal glass was placed into my hand.
Fancy nights courtesy of a man who was attracted to me and looking for sex was nothing new. I’d received many drinks, trinkets, jewelry and more from the many disposable men who had come and gone in my life. I had incredible assets and knew how to use them to get what I wanted. Or needed.
The butler disappeared. I didn’t even see him leave. We were alone. I placed my empty glass down on the bar. Time to work my magic and see what it would get me.
Hmm, what was Mr. Parker’s fantasy?
Figuring out a man’s desires was my gift. It was a talent I had perfected.
Once again, I found Mr. Parker admiring my long legs. They were toned and perfectly tanned. A winning combination that I learned early on stilettos accentuated even more.
I reached forward and pulled on his blue silk tie, walking backwards, leading him seductively over to a pristine white sofa. I gave a playful push, seating him in front of me. His eyes opened wide in lustful admiration.
I expertly unzipped my dress in one quick motion and let it fall. He groaned and leaned back. I hid a smile at his predictable reaction and stepped free, kicking the garment to the side. If I was wearing a bra or panties, I would have removed them next but… oops look at that, I wasn’t wearing any.
This left me standing tall in nothing except my heels.
My hooker heels.

Excerpt #3
Everything about this introduction was so awkward.
“Make yourself at home. Open some wine. I just need a few more minutes to finish up and set an extra place,” Zack said before disappearing into the kitchen area.
“What is this?” I hissed through my teeth at Tariq. I needed some answers. I needed them now. “Why did you bring me here?”
Tariq grabbed my elbow and led me into the corner, out of sight. “Do you know who that is?” I shrugged, clueless. “That is Zackary Knight, son of Corbin Knight.”
Wait? What? As in hotel billionaire, Corbin Knight? Dollar signs briefly flashed before my eyes. Rows and rows of them. But I was lost. “What does this have to do with me?”
“His father has been concerned lately that his son is not getting out enough, meeting people, meeting women. He’s my boss. He asked if I could arrange to find his son a companion.”
“A companion?” I shrieked. “Like as in a—”
“Lower your voice,” Tariq demanded.
“Is this your favor?” I strained over my shoulder to get another look at the guy in the next room.
“Think of it more as an opportunity. His father is willing to pay the right person. Big bucks.” Tariq placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye. “You’re unemployed. And I’m no fool, Kenna. I know that you did not leave Backsides on your own. You need this, don’t you?”
I looked away and swallowed.
“It’s easy money,” Tariq said smoothly.
Money. That word always changed everything.
“Would I have to sleep with him?” I kept my voice even.
Tariq shuffled his stance. “If that’s what he wants, yes.”
So by companion, he meant prostitute. My insides twisted.
 “Does he know about this?” I motioned my head toward the kitchen.
“No, and that’s part of the deal. Zack can never find out. You just do what you do, flirt, be beautiful and follow my lead tonight. We’ll discuss it more later.”
Not many things rattled me. This did. My hands started to shake. Another pay-for-sex transaction in less than twenty-four hours. Was this the way people saw me, the way I presented myself?
“Tariq, why did you call me for this?”
“Because this is what you do. This is your game. Men and money.”
“My game?”
“Yes, Kenna, your game.”
I closed my eyes. He was right. It was useless to deny it. As far back as I could remember, men and money had indeed been my game. If you considered all the things I’d done and received as “gifts” with men over the years, then you needed to call me what I was.
A hooker.

Excerpt #4
She let out a long throaty moan and I noticed the strange way she was positioning herself. A closer look made me realize she was lining herself up with the jet stream coming from the side of the tub.
So when she said let me take care of everything, she literally meant everything. Not gonna happen. I pushed the button on the tub. The sound of the reverberating water dulled down to nothing. Kenna opened one eye in question.
“I know what you were doing. The tub is not going to do my job. At least not while I’m in it with you.”
“Oh.” She pulled her bottom lip in and bit down. Her hands stayed wrapped in place but motionless. “So, should I stop?”
“No. You definitely should not.” I cleared my throat. “We can finish what was started in here, then I’ll take my time in returning the favor. Me, not the tub.”
The fast firm pace of her hands showed her enthusiasm for my offer. In the still water, I had a perfect view of all of her. Every perfect inch. One of her hands continued to stroke in an increasingly faster rhythm while the other one explored a few nearby places. I gripped the side of the tub, holding on for dear life.
She cupped. She rubbed. Her hand dipped lower. And then her pinky….





                                                        






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