To Be Read Thursdays are a meme hosted by yours truly. This is a way to feature the books you’ve added to your TBR list over the past week or a newly added book that you are excited about reading in the near future. Anyone is welcome to participate in this meme. Please just link back to this page so I can read your posts.
I am still running behind on all of my reviews, despite my best effort. I’m trying my best not to worry about it because at the end of the day, I read and review books because I enjoy doing so, right? So here’s one of the next books on my to read list that you can look forward to:
New York Night by Stephen Leather
It had been so easy to get the boy to come with her that she almost felt guilty. Almost, but not quite. She had undone the top two buttons of her shirt and he could barely take his eyes off her cleavage. Normally she’d have poured scorn on him but that wasn’t the plan so she’d sat down next to him and asked him his name. Like she cared. His name was Matt and he was seventeen which made him a year older than she was. He was good looking in a surfer dude sort of way, curly blonde hair and blue eyes and a sprinkling of freckles across a snub nose. They talked about school. He went to an upmarket private school and his parents wanted him to go to an Ivy League college. He was interested in bands she’d never heard of and liked graphic novels. She feigned interest and made the right noises but nothing he said was of any interest to her. Everything she told him was a lie. Everything. She didn’t want him to know a single thing about her. Not that he cared, he could barely take his eyes away from her cleavage.
She wanted his body, nothing more.
She offered to buy him a burger and they walked to McDonalds. He had a cheeseburger and fries and a Coke while she nibbled on chicken nuggets.
“I’m going to be a lapdancer,” she said, and he lifted his eyes and looked into hers.
“Sure,” she said. “I’ve got the equipment. Might as well make money from them.”
His eyes went back to her breasts. “How old are you?” he asked.
“Eighteen,” she lied.