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    F*ck Club: Con
    F*ck Club: Con
    F*ck Club: Con
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    F*ck Club: Con

    By Shiloh Walker

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    Conner Steele has nothing but respect for ladies. He absolutely adores them and takes more than a little bit of pride in his job—or rather, his former job.

    After a run-in with a cop, former male escort Con, along with his brother Riley and best friend Shame, decided it might just be best to hang up their...hats and retire from the business of being paid to pleasure.

    After all, they have a profitable business going with their new pub. No reason to ruin a good thing and Con is more than happy to keep pleasing the ladies—just...no longer as a job. Finding a date or company for the night has never been an issue for him, either. He’s been told more than once that he can charm a tiger out of its stripes. But lately a new hire at the bar is turning the tables on him—she is the one charming him, twisting him up into knots and getting him so worked up, he can barely see straight.

    In his rather expert opinion, Shawntelle Callahan is nothing less than a queen.

    And she’s a queen on a mission, too. Even as tangled up as he is over her, he can see that. First she tries to coax him out of retirement for one last engagement. When that doesn’t work, she sets out to drive him crazy. After finally admitting that she’s a writer who’s looking to do a story on male escorts, Con realizes it will be best to just stay away from Shawntelle. Sure, she says she’s just looking for some hands-on information but he knows there’s more to it than that. There are secrets in her eyes, barely hidden lies and doubt.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShiloh Walker
    Release dateMar 23, 2017
    ISBN9781370036332
    F*ck Club: Con
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    Shiloh Walker

    Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a kid. She fell in love with vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the more...ah...serious works of fiction. She loves reading and writing anything paranormal, anything fantasy, and nearly every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest. She writes paranormal and contemporary romance, as well as romantic suspense.

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      F*ck Club - Shiloh Walker

      F*ck Club: Con

      Respect the Ladies

      Shiloh Walker

      Copyright

      This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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      Chapter One

      More than once, Conner Steele had been told he could charm a tiger out of its stripes.

      He took it as a compliment, and more than once he’d used that infamous skill to charm a lady out of her clothes. Or at least out of her panties. He wasn’t particularly concerned if she kept her skirt on. And sometimes, the lady was happy to keep her clothes on…and just go down onto her knees.

      He didn’t mind that at all.

      The woman in front of him put him in the mind of going down onto his knees.

      She was, in his rather expert opinion, a damn queen.

      And in typical queen fashion, she had the unique power to wreck the lives of those miserable, lesser beings around her.

      Shawntelle Callahan stared at him with an eyebrow arched and a smile on her red-slicked mouth.

      Do I need to repeat the question? she asked softly.

      Hmmm… Con cocked his head to the side and then shook it. Nope. I heard you just fine. It’s just…well, I’m not sure where you’re coming from, but I’m a bartender, Shawntelle. I work the bar. That’s about it.

      Shawntelle crossed her arms over her chest, pursing those raspberry-red lips. That’s not what I’ve heard.

      Really? He gave her a bored look. I would think that you’d have figured out by now that you can’t believe everything you hear, sugar.

      He nudged her shoulder with his, then nodded to the glasses yet to be washed. Now, if you don’t mind…we need to get those washed before five o’clock rolls around. We get pretty busy then.

      Shawntelle scowled at him as he cut around her but before she could argue, he moved out from behind the bar and headed for the office in the back.

      Ballz & Bellz, the pub he ran with his brother Riley and his best friend Shame, was quiet for the moment, but he could always figure out a reason to duck into the office. Right now, that reason was to escape the newest hire.

      Shawntelle Callahan had joined their list of employees three weeks ago.

      And since then, she seemed to have affixed herself to his ass—or she’d tried to.

      Con didn’t sleep with employees, though.

      He didn’t have a lot of rules about sex, but that was one.

      Even if Riley hadn’t outright told him not to fuck the employees, he would have avoided such entanglements. Back in college, he’d made assistant manager at the bar near campus and he’d figured out really quickly that flirting with employees could cause problems—especially after he’d started dating two of them at the same time. All it had taken was one of them getting jealous, even though he’d made it clear he didn’t do attachments.

      Ever.

      So he didn’t sleep with anybody on the job—unless he was on the job. So to speak.

      Shutting the door behind him, he ignored his brother’s hard look as he went to turn on the radio, just loud enough to drown out the sounds of their voices. The walls here were like paper.

      That done, he turned and looked at Riley. Arms crossed over his chest, he said, We’ve got a problem.

      Of course we do. You’re a pain in the ass. Riley jerked his shoulder in a shrug, looking mildly amused. But I’ve had a couple decades and change to get used to you.

      Ha-ha. Dropping into the chair in front of the desk, he drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair. The new bartender.

      Shawntelle. Riley narrowed his eyes. She’s hot. And no, you can’t date her. She’s an employee.

      She tried to hire me.

      Riley’s eyes narrowed.

      What?

      You heard me. Con leaned forward, holding his brother’s gaze with his own. She tried to hire me.

      Did you tell her we were…out of business?

      No. Con leaned back in his seat once more, filled with an abnormal restlessness that he couldn’t even begin to explain, and started to bounce his knee. I didn’t want to confirm or deny. She was kind of weird about how she asked, Ry. I didn’t want to give her any rope to try and hang me with.

      You think she’s a cop?

      Con frowned at him. It wouldn’t matter. We got immunity. Just over a month ago, they’d made the decision to pull the plug on their primary source of income. Con had known they’d do it eventually and while he hadn’t really wanted to at the time, he’d understood.

      Now that they were done, he could actually admit to himself that he was glad.

      While he might miss the sex—and the women…and the sex…okay, and the women—maybe it wasn’t so bad to go to bed with a woman and know that the sole reason they were in bed was because she wanted him.

      Not that he’d minded to be paid.

      Maybe it had rubbed him raw when his brother had forced him to admit, point blank, that he was, in fact, a whore.

      He’d fucked women for money.

      For Riley, it had been necessary. Con didn’t fault him for it.

      They’d been in a bad place.

      But Con had decided he was going to get involved and money hadn’t been the pressing issue for him. Not at the time. He’d done it for the thrill, at first.

      But then it hadn’t really been a thrill.

      He was still working everything out in his head, but there was a very plain and simple fact—he’d been a whore.

      He’d loved sex, and he’d enjoyed the women, and he’d liked the money.

      All of those reasons had added up to the fact that he’d been just fine with sleeping with strangers for money.

      But they were done with it now, out of necessity. Not just because the cops had discovered what they were doing, either. It had taken a threat to the lives of some of Riley’s clients for them to decide to shut down.

      None of them were going back to it after that.

      It wasn’t worth it.

      Besides, they were doing fine with the income from the pub, now that the debts from their parents untimely deaths were paid off. Now, the primary debt was one that belonged to their younger sister—her medical school bills. Charli insisted she’d take care of them, but neither Con nor Riley wanted her starting out her life in debt.

      The pub let them make enough money to get by and still pay a decent sum toward her education, so they were all good.

      No reason for him to even consider the offer Shawntelle had made him.

      No reason at all.

      Don’t, Con.

      His brother’s words had him looking up.

      Don’t what?

      I know the look on your face when a woman has you intrigued. Riley leaned forward, his eyes narrowed. Un-intrigue yourself.

      Con rolled his eyes. "I’m not intrigued. Sure, she’s hot. But… He shrugged. We’re not doing that anymore, remember?"

      Chapter Two

      "Julia, look…we’re…I’m not doing it anymore."

      The woman sitting on the bench in front of him looked away, her bright-blue eyes focused on the river.

      It was hot, the late fall weather more befitting the dead of summer. But that was life in the Ohio valley. Con could feel a damp trickle of sweat rolling down his spine and reached for the bottle of water he’d brought as he waited for her to respond.

      I don’t understand. You said the guy who was bothering your brother was arrested.

      He was. Con put the bottle down, resisting the urge to go around the table and hug Julia. She was so quiet and soft, shy and timid. The timidity had gotten better over the past six months and the fact that she’d even called him, asked to meet, meant something.

      But as bad as he felt, he knew it was time to step away.

      It had been too close—a cop propositioning Shame, then questioning all of them.

      Then that Mobley son of a bitch had gone after some of Riley’s women.

      If he was arrested, then why are you stopping? Julia managed a smile, her eyes almost painfully bright with hope. I mean, it’s not like anybody is in danger, right? You even said that you were pretty sure he wouldn’t go after anybody you were…talking to.

      Con almost wished he hadn’t explained anything to Julia. He hadn’t, with anybody else. He’d just told them that, due to extenuating circumstances, he was going to have to step back. They’d all understood. He was careful not to keep an ongoing relationship with anybody he thought might try to cause trouble later. Con considered himself an expert in the study of people and it had served him well.

      Which was why he’d known he’d have to offer Julia some sort of explanation.

      She’d left an abusive husband only after he’d put her in the hospital and caused her to lose the baby she’d been carrying.

      That had been two years ago and the counselor she’d been seeing had recommended she try to start dating.

      It hadn’t worked very well because Julia panicked anytime a man touched her.

      A friend of hers had recommended she hire a prostitute.

      That friend had been a client of Shame’s.

      It had taken four dates with Con before she’d so much as let him kiss her.

      They’d made it into the sack after three months.

      He felt like he’d done something good, helping her.

      And now he was leaving her to muddle through on her own.

      I just don’t understand why we have to…stop.

      Something about the way she looked at him made dread curl inside him. He’d been worried she might be getting too attached and now he realized maybe that was the problem. How did he fix that?

      As he sat there, trying to formulate a response, the skin on the back of his neck prickled.

      Slowly, he looked up.

      Shit, he muttered, eyes landing on the tall, statuesque female heading their way.

      Julia froze.

      What’s wrong? she whispered, fear bleeding into her eyes.

      It’s okay. He reached out, covering her hand with his. She turned it over, lacing their fingers. It’s just…somebody I know. Probably coming to hassle me.

      Shawntelle came to a stop by their table less than a minute later, smiling serenely. Hey, Con. Small world, huh? Her eyes arrowed in on Julia. Hello. I’m Shawntelle. I work with Con.

      She shoved out her hand.

      Julia looked at Shawntelle for a long moment, then slowly tugged her hand free from Con’s grip to shake. When she finished, she tucked both hands into her lap and sat there, shoulders curved slightly inward.

      It pissed Con off, seeing her huddle in on herself like that.

      She’d been getting more confidence, finding herself.

      What’s up, Shawntelle? He didn’t let the temper show in his voice, although

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