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    Vanilla: Book 1: Vanilla, #1
    Vanilla: Book 1: Vanilla, #1
    Vanilla: Book 1: Vanilla, #1
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    Vanilla: Book 1: Vanilla, #1

    By Ella Price

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    Work and class, that was all Mandy worried about. She didn't need the complication of a relationship. She had time for that when she graduated. Unfortunately, her best friend, Lena doesn't feel the same way. One night out at an exclusive club will change Mandy's mind. Nicholas Quinn was everything a girl could dream of and more, but she may be just a little too vanilla ...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherElla Price
    Release dateSep 16, 2017
    ISBN9781386519102
    Vanilla: Book 1: Vanilla, #1
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    Ella Price

    I have been writing since I was eight. I started out with poetry. Eventually, I moved on to short fantasy stories, then eventually books. I have always loved books, whether I was reading them or writing them. Books have always been a perfect escape from reality. When I was growing up, I admired authors and I always imagined I would eventually be one. The primary genre I write is fantasy romance. I love creating tough heroines and sexy vampires, werewolves, Fae, and every other supernatural creature I can come up with. I also write new adult romance when I am in the right mood. I want my readers to get the same joy from reading my stories that I do when I read some of my favorite authors.

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      Vanilla - Ella Price

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      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 1

      The rain was finally clearing out. I knew that meant Lena, my best friend and roommate, would want to go out tonight. It was Friday, and it was our first day of summer vacation. Lena and I had been best friends since middle school, so I knew how she was. I was spending the day working, but I only worked until five. I loved my job, so I didn’t really consider it work. I was an art major. In my first year of college, I met Meg, the owner of a downtown art gallery. Since art was basically my life, the job was perfect for me.

      During the school year, I worked part time and during the summer, I worked full time. I glanced at the clock on the wall ... it was a little after four. I already completed my closing activities, such as dusting and sweeping the gallery floor. It was somewhat of a slow day. Tonight, it would get busier. Monica worked nights, unless there was an event, then everyone worked.

      Mandy, darling, did you rearrange the Garro paintings? Meg asked as she sashayed out of her office. She spent most of her time there or meeting with artists. She was an older lady with a glitzy sense of style. She was successful at what she did, and she made quite a bit of money from it. She also had a lot of friends and connections.

      Yes, I did. I arranged them just as you asked. I was in a good mood. I made sure I did everything I was supposed to, so I could leave on time.

      Excellent. As soon as Monica arrives, you may go. Her good mood reflected in her voice like it usually did. She made her way toward the Garro display. She was singing lightly, like she always seemed to do. I didn’t recall ever seeing her in a bad mood.

      A few minutes later, Monica rushed through the door. She always seemed like she was in a hurry. She graduated last year, but she was still working at the gallery. I could understand why she wanted to stay; the gallery was an awesome place.

      I’m so glad the rain is going away. She sounded slightly disgruntled as she shrugged her raincoat off.

      Me too. I’m tired of gloomy weather. I didn’t have a car, so I had to catch the bus, which made the weather more of a predicament for me.

      I followed Monica to the back room. She was putting her things away, as I was gathering mine to leave. I slipped my raincoat on, just in case. I gathered my purse, making sure I had my phone.

      Monica put her things on the shelf, then glanced at me. Are you working tomorrow?

      I nodded. From two to close, I think.

      That’s right ... that charity thing is tomorrow night, she said thoughtfully. She walked back out toward the front room, and I followed.

      Yep, Meg is super excited about it. I admired her as I followed behind her. I was always slightly jealous of Monica. She was the tall, dark haired, model type. She had long legs, and tan skin.

      I, on the other hand, was slim, but I was short and petite. I was in proportion and my legs were long, considering my height, but I was by no means super model looking like she was. I had full breasts and nice curves, but I couldn’t strut in a pair of heels like she could. I had curly blonde hair that fell almost to my behind. Monica had the perfect stylish bob. I imagined myself getting the haircut she had, but I kept thinking it would look funny on me, so I didn’t.

      Monica took up her position behind the front desk. She smiled broadly at me as she picked up a magazine. Try to stay dry, and I’ll see you tomorrow.

      I will try. I waved as I walked through the door. I was happy to be free for the evening. I walked the short distance to the bus stop and waited for the bus. I was sure as soon as I got home I would be bombarded by Lena and her plans for a fun night. I wasn’t big on clubbing. Lena went out a lot. Usually, I had an excuse not to go, but she knew since it was summer, my excuses would be limited.

      I boarded the bus after only a few minutes. I was out of work just in time. The apartment I shared with Lena was only a mile away from the gallery. It was closer to school, which made it easier for me to walk to class.

      I walked into the apartment, and music was blaring from Lena’s room. I didn’t bother calling her name because I doubted she could hear me. I dumped my things on the couch and made my way to her room.

      Knock, knock, I called when she didn’t immediately notice me.

      She was routing through her closet, looking for something to wear. She smiled at me, then hurried over to turn the music down. You should find something to wear. We are going to have some fun tonight.

      I sighed as I plopped down in a chair near her bed. Where are we going? I always let her pick where we went. I hadn’t regretted it yet. She knew all the best places to go. I wasn’t into clubbing like she was.

      So ... hear me out before you freak out. I found this totally awesome club in the middle of downtown. I met this guy that goes there, and he has a friend ... she started, but I cut her off.

      No, no friends, I said firmly. I didn’t want to be set up. I wasn’t in a big hurry to get into any kind of relationship. Relationships were distracting, and I would much rather finish school first.

      Oh, come on, she pouted. You are totally his type.

      His type for what? Why can’t we just go hang out? I was trying not to pout like she was, but I really hated being set up.

      This is where the ‘don’t freak out’ part comes in. They are both Doms and the club is of a more mature nature. The hesitant tone in her voice told me everything.

      My eyes widened with shock. Lena! No!

      She raised her hands. Please, please, please, Mandy. Patrick is so hot, and Quinn is to die for. I have done a session with Patrick and it really isn’t as bad as you think.

      Lena, I said I would go to a dance club, not a sex club. That is a bit of an extreme leap. I was shocked that she even suggested it. It was a seriously extreme leap.

      It is so much fun, I promise. You just have to relax and give it a chance. You can meet Quinn and if you don’t like him, then you don’t have to do anything with him. She continued to watch me with her hopeful eyes. She knew I had a hard time saying no to her.

      I wanted to say no, but she looked like I would break her heart. Lena, I moaned as I got to my feet.

      I wasn’t a sex club kind of girl. Hell, I wasn’t a girl that had even had sex yet. I was waiting. I wasn’t really sure what I was waiting for. I liked to think it was for prince charming, but I was pretty sure I just didn’t want the stress and responsibility of being sexually active. Every time Lena had a boyfriend she would freak the minute her period was a few seconds late. I didn’t need that right now.

      Just come with me. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I just want you to meet Quinn. Pleeaase!!! She was resorting to begging, annoying me more.

      I rolled my eyes. Fine. I was defeated, and she smiled when I surrendered. She knew she would get her way. It wouldn’t hurt to go there and meet Quinn, but that was all I was doing.

      She squealed in excitement as she jumped up and down. She began to push me toward my room. Go get dressed. Wear something sexy but elegant.

      I can’t believe I agreed to this, I muttered.

      You are the best. She hugged me, then she hurried back to her room to find her outfit.

      I sat down on my bed and looked around my room. I wasn’t sure about this. Lena was so excited, but I was terrified. I decided to get dressed, since she would be bugging me soon enough. I couldn’t believe I agreed to go with her. I considered telling her no, but I decided against it. I could do this at least once. If I went and didn’t like it, then I would know. There would be nothing really lost.

      I stood in front of the mirror trying to decide if what I was wearing was overdoing it or underdoing it. I didn’t know what the proper sex club attire would be. The dress I was wearing clung to my curves. It was a pale pink rose color that went well with my hair and skin tone. It showed some cleavage, but nothing was hanging out. The swishy skirt fell to my knee, and the white heels gave me a few extra inches. My manicure and pedicure were fresh from the previous night. I pinned my curly hair up. I wasn’t a huge fan of makeup, and my complexion didn’t require much. I put on some light mascara and enough eyeshadow to bring out the light green of my eyes. I added a rose lipstick to match the dress. I looked good, but I wasn’t sure if I looked sex club good.

      Lena came bursting into my room startling me a little. She hesitated when she saw me. Wow. She sounded a little shocked as she looked me over.

      Is it too much? I asked worried. She was wearing a tight red, tank dress. It was more of a modern look than mine. She was wearing a lot of makeup, at least more than I was. Her lips and shoes were the same crimson color as her dress. Her brown curly hair was loose around her shoulders. She looked like she was going clubbing. I looked more like I was going to a tea party.

      No! It’s perfect. I know Quinn will love it. The excited gleam in her eye reassured me. Are you ready?

      I glanced at the clock. It was only a little after eight. I didn’t realize I took so much time getting dressed. It is kind of early isn’t it? I was nervous. I was trying to hide it, but I was failing.

      They will be there. Come on. She was coaxing and encouraging me. She knew I wasn’t comfortable with this, so she was giving me the extra push I needed.

      I need to switch my purse. I hurried to my bed. I quickly switched my phone and wallet to a smaller purse that matched the dress. I still can’t believe I let you talk me into this. I was a little worried I would regret it later.

      She giggled. It will be fun. It is not as scary as you think.

      I didn’t believe her for a second. I knew she would say anything to get me to go. I followed her out of the apartment to her car. She seemed like she was in an excessively good mood. I wasn’t quite sure how I felt yet. I was sure as soon as I walked in the club, the reality of what I was doing would hit me and I would freak out.

      The drive was relatively quick. I loved having an apartment right downtown. It made things so much more convenient. Lena parked on the side street of a busy part of downtown. There was a variety of restaurants and bars, but nothing that screamed sex club.

      She hopped out before I could ask her anything about the place. I sighed and followed her. She was in such a hurry, and I was trying to delay. She walked down a set of stairs, and I reluctantly followed. There was a man in a suit standing just outside the set of double doors.

      She gave the bouncer her famous flirty smile. I’m Lena, Patrick’s guest, and this is Mandy.

      The man looked over a list, and then nodded and opened the door for us. Lena hurried inside, and I forced myself to follow. The main part of the club was blocked from view when we walked into the front room.

      Lena hesitated before moving into the main part of the club. Are you okay? She looked at me for confirmation.

      I nodded. I felt a little sick, and I knew I was pale, but at least I was trying.

      She hurried over to me. It really isn’t that bad. You are gorgeous. She was trying to reassure me, but it really wasn’t helping. Come on. She snatched my hand, wasting no more time. She was ready to see Patrick.

      I let her lead me into the main part of the club. It looked like a regular bar, just more expensive. There were not nearly as many people as I expected. I knew it was a private club because there wasn’t even a sign out front. I was pretty sure it was invitation only. There was a circular bar in the center of the room. There was a variety of booths, tables, and couches spread throughout. Off the main room, hallways led to private rooms in the back. I expected to see some X-rated activities, but everything seemed pretty laid back. I was sure it was just early. I was also trying not to look around too much.

      She hesitated and looked around the room. There they are! The excitement in her voice was evident, as she pointed them out. Patrick is in the gray suit.

      I looked in the direction she was pointing. Two men stood near the bar. Patrick was good looking. He was smiling. His light brown hair was short and neat. He was tall and athletic. If I met him on the street, I wouldn’t think he was the sex club type.

      The man standing next to him was the complete opposite of him. His expression was darker and less forgiving. He was gorgeous, almost too gorgeous. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. His black hair was longer and slightly untamed looking, but at the same time he made it look classy. I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were, but I imagined they were brown. His skin was darker like it was his natural color not a tan. He was tall and broad, but he was fit like he worked out. I knew if I stood next to him, he would be so much larger than me. Just looking at him made me feel like my heart was going to stop. If that was Quinn, there was no way I was going to be able to make it through. He hadn’t even looked at me yet, and I was pretty sure I didn’t want him looking at me like that.

      I started to panic. I can’t do this. I pulled back as Lena attempted to pull me toward them.

      She looked at me, startled at first, then her annoyance was evident. What? Don’t flake out on me now.

      I should have never come, I countered. It’s your fault I’m here.

      Mandy, she moaned.

      "Lena,

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