Summary

Tingles is sexy, dark, erotic, new adult, and contemporary short stories in one book. Let's get cozy and join me on my couch as we get tingled on these sweet, hot, aching, and satisfying collection. *************** Tingles Lady No. 6 LADY NO. 6. A story of an MC Pres Tyke Cain who finds his true love in the brothel. *** This is better to be the right place. The place seemed calmer and different. The air smelled richer and cooler. According to my contact, this was what pinned on the address. It looked like an ordinary establishment from the outside with a cheap red neon light Gero bar sign. It didn’t look like a whorehouse to me though, but this could definitely be the most decent place I had been to, for the past few months. Yeah. I’m a fucking manwhore who craves sex and release, and it’s the only thing that makes my life normal. Living with Phoenix MC was definitely far from being ordinary. No normal life that dealt something against the law, but I had to live with it, or else my mother would throw a party wherever part of hell she was. She was the reason why I didn’t have a real family, why I grew up from poster to poster until I was legal to escape from the hell they called home. She was the reason my father literally died that day—sentenced for the crime he didn’t commit—the same day she broke his heart. The very same day she ruined my life and my future. I despised that day until this day and onward. Every fourteenth of Feb-fucking-ruary. To my surprise, there was no bulky bouncer at the door, no noises from the patrons or even music. The last brothels I’d been to, had prostitutes lingering around to welcome customers, but this one sounded like I was walking into my death trap. “You must be Mr. Cain? ” A mid-thirties man in a well-tailored suit approached me. He must be the manager. He had a small scar at the tip of his right eyebrow, but it was almost invisible if not in close proximity. Bingo! “Yes,” I answered, remained disinterested. “Mr. Cain. ” He offered a handshake. “I’m—” “I don’t give a fuck who you are. Just lead the way to the suite. ” Christ, why do they have to treat me nicely when all I want is to fuck their whore? And who the fuck care...