ONLY YOU 2

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

Tisha Stewart, a twenty two year old virgin gets her life turned upside down in just one day. She loses her wealthy father to the cold hands of death, she learns that her fake friend who stole her boyfriend is her step-sister, and to top it all, she is forced to spend the night with an old sleazebag to pay off her late father's supposed debt.

Spencer Grant is a handsome and sexy billionaire who avoids being in the spotlight. When a business rival attempts to set him up and spikes his drink, Spencer books a hotel room and orders an escort.

In a twist of fate, Tisha ends up in Spencer's hotel room. She needs a place to hide and he needs a woman to pass the night. Spencer mistakes Tisha for the escort he ordered and they spend a passionate night.

When he wakes up in the morning, Spencer finds Tisha gone. Not only is there no trace of her but the evidence of her innocence stares him right in the face.

Now Spencer is determined to find this mysterious girl who has not only stolen his heart but whose face now haunts his dreams.

THIS BOOK CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE

RUNNING

Tisha Stewart opened her eyes and realized that she was on a bed. She looked around her and noticed that she was in a hotel room. She got up from the bed but almost fell due to lightheadedness.

She sat back down on the bed and tried to recall how she ended up in a hotel room. She looked at her body, she was wearing an extremely short and revealing, red skin-tight gown.

She gasped in surprise before getting up from the bed and going to stand before the mirror. The heels she had on were so high that missing a step would surely see her falling on the ground, the makeup on her face was very thick and her hair was styled weirdly, her look was nothing short of a whore. As she stared at her reflection, the events of the day finally came back to her and she recalled how she ended up in the room.

She suddenly became afraid and looked around her for a weapon. The only thing she could find was the lamp beside the bed. She inspected it and realized that it could perfectly pass for a weapon.

Just as she picked up the lamp, she heard the sound of someone about to open the door, she quickly ran back to where she was sleeping before, placed the lamp on the floor where her hands could easily reach it, and closed her eyes while feigning unconsciousness.

The door was opened by a short, old sleazebag with an ugly face and a protruding tummy. The man stared at her for a while before making a phone call. When the call connected, he asked angrily, "how much longer would she be out for? I told you to