WIP ~ Highfliers

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Chapter One

“Remember, don’t make eye contact or else you’ll end up in a gutter.”
Bryn sucked in a breath as she slid the tray, loaded with drinks, from the bar. Not making eye contact was the easy part, balancing glasses filled to the brim and weaving her way through the crowded room was more of a challenge.
Not upending the tray before she took her first step was an accomplishment. One handed may have been the preferred carrying technique, but with the weigh of her load, there was no way that was going to happen.
“Oh, and Bryn.” Sally flashed her a sympathetic smile. “It’d help if you breathe.” No doubt, she experienced a similar sense of dread on her first time entering the VIP section of the nightclub.
Open and exposed for all to see, as if royalty on display—to be admired—Reeves Walker and his partners in crime seemed oblivious to those around them.
There was no questioning Highfliers had filled the club’s legal quota of guests for the evening and doubled it. But that was on someone else’s head, all Bryn had to do was pick a path to her destination and hope her tray wasn’t sent flying by an uncoordinated dance move.
A few women dripped from the mostly male group. Perfectly made up faces and manicured finger nails, complimented designer clothes and sexy stiletto heels, like a trade mark, set those of the in-crowd apart from the clingers on.
Reeves Walker, like the show-stopping centrepiece was seated in the midst of the elite. White leather low line modular couches, sleek and every bit as stylish as those seated upon it lined the walls, giving the vibe of seclusion and intimacy, in the busy club.
Designer labels weren’t exclusive to the women. The fit of a well-cut Armani suit emphasized what she could only imagine to be a ripped body many women had delighted in running their hands over. She didn’t have to be close to Reeves to imagine he smelt as expensive as he looked, splashed with a heady fragrance to compliment his charm.
He’d not long been settled with his four most regular buddies when the women began to descend. A slight nod of his head was enough of an invitation for them to step over the threshold and into the cream. Reeves Walker was like the delectable cherry on top.
Laced with poison Bryn couldn’t imagine why a woman with any common sense would willingly risk the allure, but, over the past two weeks of working the bar, she’d witnessed the game over again. Acceptance into the circle meant a ticket to his bed. His reputation wasn’t rumor. Practically every night he left with a different women, and Bryn doubted he was being hospitable and ensuring they arrived home safe. He was a free agent to entertain whoever he pleased, but what she couldn’t understand was the willingness of women who frequented the club in hope of becoming the next notch on his belt. Surely even they realized that Reeves Walker was the master player, and he lined them up like pawns.
The only alteration she wished he’d make to his practice was that he sat in a position other than the one he occupied, so he was more easily accessible when waited upon.
No sooner had she spied an opening in the crowd, making delivery of the drinks a possibility, was it filled by a couple too caught up in each other to realize they were a hindrance.
Just my luck. There was no longer an easy way of serving him first, at least, not without putting the tray down on the table in front of him.
Bryn weighed up her options, risk spilling a full tray of drinks into the club owners lap, or set it down and smear his precious glass topped table. The perfect surface for cutting and lining up cocaine. Not a grain of dust need be missed when snorting from the polished black top, not to mention the ego trip as consumers watched themselves ingest the powdery substance in it’s reflection.
She knew drugs, almost as intimately as the Lord and every trick in his book, having been exposed to a scene many would class as a disadvantage. Bryn saw it as a constant reminder of what she’d never become. Employed to serve drinks in a drug lords club wasn’t the worse she could do. The money she worked for was earned, even if it was dished out by the hands of one so cold and heartless.
Super model good looks with his chiseled jaw and rich as dark chocolate hair she’d enjoy nothing more than to rake her fingers through. He was the prize most women came to Highfliers in hope of winning. But not Bryn. A tough guy she could handle, even one so good-looking, it was the reptilian ice interior that was incapable of fulfilling her needs.
She needed this job, so her next move was important. Another glance confirmed there to be no easy way to get around the mobs, so the glass top it was.
Keeping her line of sight at shoe level, she slid her way between two women, who were clearly absorbed in the men seated on their opposite side, and set the tray down.
A gasp from the woman to her left, despite the blaring music, caused attention like a spotlight on a solo act.
Bryn glanced up, jade green eyes, as mesmerizing as any drug he offered, met her gaze and held. Her lips parted and before giving any thought as to who she was addressing, she smiled. “Seems you already had a shower, I didn’t think you’d appreciate a stick mess in your lap.” Alternative meanings popped into her head as soon as the words escaped her mouth. She diverted her eyes, remembering Sally’s caution only moments earlier, but not before witnessing a smile tease the corner of his lips.
Swiping a cardboard coaster from the stack on her tray, she set it down on the pristine surface and placed his scotch on top. The order in which the drinks had been positioned so they made it to their rightful owner, no longer made sense. Since breaking the eye contact rule, she was certain her position as a waitress was currently up for grabs. A few mixed up drinks could do her no more damage so she dished them out as quickly as possible.
Before turning away, she stole another glance at Reeves. He was watching her, green eyes pierced the outer layer and she clenched to her core under his scrutiny. It wasn’t any wonder staff weren’t permitted to look him in the eye. This man possessed the ability to be the undoing of even the toughest of dealers, she’d be like a midnight snack to him.
She shuddered, sexy he may be, but the cruel dangerous reputation was enough to chill the warmth from her blood. With her head held high, and the deliberate sway of her hips with each step she took, Bryn walked over to where Sally stood watching her. “If I finish the night, do I still get paid?” She placed the tray on top of the bar and folded her arms across her chest.
If Sally weren’t her mentor, Bryn would’ve been intimidated under her constant watch.
With head tipped back, Sally let out a loud burst of laughter. “When his Lordship has a hard time fighting back a smile, from what was the most average delivery of drinks I’ve ever seen, I’d say you might have earned yourself immunity.”
“But I looked him in the eye.”
Sally picked up the tray from the bar and wiped it clean with a damp cloth. “You call that looking him in the eye?” She shook her head. “Honey, you all but ogled him.” Laughter followed as she handed the tray back to Bryn. “My bet is, before the night is through, you’ll be Reeves Walker’s requested waitress.” She turned to walk away, then stopped. “And, Bryn, that’s exactly where you want to be.” She winked, before attending to a waiting customer.

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Hope you enjoy Bryn and Reeves story as much as I loved writing it.

Brenna x

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For Keeps is Live

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Such a mixture of emotions when a book baby makes it out into the big wide world of books…so excited to share with you Rossi and Joel’s story.

Hope you enjoy reading as much as I loved writing it!

Brenna x 

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Stay tuned, ‘For Keeps’ is coming soon…

Joel Turner, hot shot entrepreneur, has big plans for small town Mystic Cove, but not everyone shares his enthusiasm. Even though his presence alone is enough to spicy up the town, Rossi Brookes will stop at nothing to see Joel’s business venture fail.

But, how fine a line is she willing to tread to win the fight?

Just Swipe Right…

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Woohoo! I am so in love with the cover for my March release, Just Swipe Right…hope you love it as much as I do.

Stay tuned for details on release date, blurb, and an interactive website.

❤️️ Brenna x 

Release Day

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As always, on release day, I experience mixed emotions from excitement through to dread.

It’s not so relaxing to dish my baby up to the world and hope that those who take the time to read it get as much enjoyment out of the experience as I did writing it.

No matter the cocktail of feeling, I’m super excited to turn my focus to one of my many ideas waiting patiently for their turn in the spotlight.

I do hope you love Flic and Dave’s story…available now on ebook.

Happy reading.

Brenna x 

Count Down Is On

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Woohoo! The Pact is due for release in one week.

Since I registered to this fact earlier today, I’ve been experiencing moments of excitement, followed by fear, panic, dread and back to excitement again.

It’s never easy to let our babies loose in the big wide world, no matter their form, but we do.

I’m usually not one to play favourites, but this novel holds a special place in my heart. I hope you enjoy reading The Pact as much as I loved writing it.

Big thanks to those who have pre-order on iTunes, I appreciate it.

Brenna x

 

 

Midweek Motivation

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After such a busy writing weekend, I expected inspiration to settle and my mind to shift from overdrive to cruise…but, it didn’t. I have seen the other side of 3am every day before my eyelids became too heavy and I was forced to call it a night.

It’s times like these that I wish my kids were on school holidays. I’m not going to lie, I dread having to get up before nine, so when my alarm screeches for me to rise at seven I certainly don’t bound out of bed eager to start the day.

Most weeks by the time Wednesday rolls around I am in need of a pick me up. Lunch with friends or dinner out with my kids, either suits me fine…I love to cook, my nonna and mum taught me well, but nothing beats having someone do it for you…this week, for some reason, I didn’t feel the need to indulge.

This afternoon as I sat waiting for my daughter to finish work I thought about why that may be, and the only answer I could come up with was that I am happy and content in what I am doing.

Over the past two weeks I’ve had two books released and another up for preorder, available 29th March. Uni has started, and I’m loving the law and criminology units more each semester. Sweet Life For Mum’s, my motivation and success coaching service, is taking off, which I’m super excited about! And, I’ve even taken time out to read.

I’m grateful for the life I live, the beautiful people I share it with, and the new friends I’m making along the way. Even before I began writing this post I didn’t realise what I am about to admit, but gratitude is my key. Being grateful rather than looking for inspiration to motivate me means I use my time more productively, which brings me closer to materialising my dreams.

Moving forward is so much more satisfying than sitting stagnant, and if gratitude is what it takes to achieve what I want to do, then grateful I am.

Thanks for reading, it means a lot to me that you are here and sharing in the exciting journey that is life.

Brenna x