Vegas is filled with human cast-offs, yet officer Parker McLean sees something special in hustler Slade Wolfgang. Unfortunately, so does Slade’s pimp who wants to sell him overseas in the sex trade.
Hustler Slade Wolfgang has little choice over his fate. At the age of twenty, he’s had to survive any way he can since being thrown out of his home for being gay. As soon as he hit Vegas, Slade was lured into the hopeless world of prostitution where he’s become a virtual prisoner to his pimp, the ruthless Julio Estevez. His evil keeper has even threatened to sell Slade overseas as a sex slave.
It’s another typical night on the Strip when Parker comes across Slade. His heart breaks every time he sees someone so young being exploited. Something in Slade’s eyes tells Parker the young man might be in real trouble though—especially after the recent spate of sex worker killings from a rival prostitution ring.
The two men’s lives become intertwined when Slade is almost beaten to death. The danger grows, but so does the relationship between Parker and Slade. Parker helps Slade to heal from the horrific attack and their bond deepens. But the human traffickers are still out there—and they’re still looking for Slade.
About the Author
M/M and M/M/F Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale – after all, who doesn’t? Since she loves several genres, you may find your heroes in a contemporary, historical, paranormal or sci-fi setting. One of her passions is bringing people's fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor.
When not indulging in her obsession for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. The Pacific Northwest is the ideal spot to enjoy both hiking and beachcombing. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She now resides on the northern coast of Oregon, where the constant rain and fog remind her of visits to family in England and Scotland when she was a child.
She is currently working on the Sin City Uniforms Series and a BDSM spin-off to the Gin & Jazz series entitled The Hampton Road Club. A follow-up to Bryan and Aubrey’s story in Rockin’ the Alternative will be available in 2015.
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Copyright © Morticia Knight 2015. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
Slade rolled onto his side amidst the rumpled sheets of the dirty motel room in downtown Vegas, facing away from the man pulling his clothes back on. The john wasn’t anonymous the way most of them were, but he might as well have been. Slade had done his job—he didn’t have to bother pretending anymore that he gave a shit about the guy who’d just fucked him. The money had already been collected before Slade had even taken his dick out. He might only be twenty years old, but he’d been taught by the best pimp in Vegas. Of course, since his pimp was also the one who’d told him that, he could only assume that it was true.
It didn’t matter. He had few choices. At least he wasn’t giving blow jobs for ten bucks behind the dumpster at the fast food joint he’d worked at back in Barstow.
“Hey, kid, you hear me?”
“Huh?” Slade looked up at the older pasty-faced businessman who sported what seemed to be an ever-growing paunch around his middle. The guy had requested Slade several times before. Even if he kinda turned Slade’s stomach a little, at least he wasn’t rough the way the others could be. He wasn’t dangerous to be alone with.
Harold reached down and cupped Slade’s chin, tilting up his head. “I said, how would you like to be mine all the time? I could set you up in a studio apartment, give you some spending money. It won’t be much, I’m no Bill Gates.” He chuckled. “If you needed more cash, I could get you a few dates here and there with some of my friends, you know, to help out.” He rubbed Slade’s chin with his thumb, softly. It would’ve been a loving gesture in any other situation. “But I would always come first.” He laughed louder. “Literally.”
Slade jerked his head away from him, fighting nausea at the idea of being kept by the smarmy man, being used at his will.
How is it different from…?
He pushed down the lump forming in his throat. “Julio owns me. He’d never let me go.”
“I’ll buy you from him. Let me take care of it for you, Slade. Take care of you.”
Harold leaned down to take a kiss and Slade rolled away.
“Your time’s up, man. I gotta get back on the streets or Julio will beat the shit outta me.”
Harold grabbed a fistful of Slade’s hair and yanked him hard, pushing his shoulders down forcefully until he was pinned to the bed by Harold’s body. He might be a middle-aged man who obviously didn’t know what the inside of a gym looked like, but he was bigger than Slade’s thin, hundred and forty pound frame.
There was a disturbing glint in Harold’s eyes. The way he squashed him into the bed, the way he pressed his fingers painfully into the flesh of Slade’s arms was harsher than he’d ever experienced with him before.
“That’s why you need me, Slade.” He growled it out before his voice gentled. He carded his fingers through Slade’s shaggy dark hair. “Love this. Keep it longer, past your ears.” Harold clutched it again, just enough that there was the bite of a sting. “Such a pretty thing. So sweet. You need me to protect you from him. I’ll set you up somewhere secretly. Just stay inside and he won’t ever find you.”
Great. A prisoner.
“Harold, please. You’re hurting me.”
After crushing his mouth to Slade’s, Harold took what he wanted and there was nothing Slade could do. Even when he shoved his limp cock into Slade’s mouth, Harold still hadn’t been able to get it up again. He ended up rolling Slade onto his stomach instead and had stabbed into him with his fingers. Harold told Slade that he knew he loved it, that Slade was only faking by resisting. As soon as Slade gave in, told Harold how he thought about getting fucked by him all the time, how he jacked off dreaming about him, Harold stopped.
“That’s better baby.” Harold kissed his temple, his cheeks, brushed over his lips. Slade shuddered in revulsion. “Mmm, see? You tremble under my touch. I know you want me. Just be honest and we’ll get along fine.”
Blessedly, he let Slade go then stood, adjusting his pants then refastening his belt. “Here’s another fifty.” He tossed the bill on the bed next to Slade. “I can’t get back here for a couple weeks or my wife will get suspicious. We’ll work it out, though. You’ll see.”
Slade nodded, fighting back the tears. There was no use in crying. He’d figured that out three years before when his staunchly religious parents had kicked him out once they’d caught him kissing his boyfriend. They’d been terrified he would turn his younger brother gay. He’d been seventeen and still had three months to go before he graduated, so he’d taken a job at a fast-food place to try to survive. One free burger a day and a few bucks to put in his pocket—but not enough to even rent a motel room every night.
He sat on the bed, not daring to move in case Harold started up with him again. After he’d left, Slade went back to his thoughts about those days. The first offer to suck a guy’s dick had been one night when he’d been sleeping out on the streets. He hadn’t been able to afford a room for the previous three nights and he’d been freezing. The ten dollars the guy had tempted him with added to what else he’d scrounged together had been just enough for him to get a place to stay.
Eventually, he’d learned through some of the other kids on the streets that Vegas was the place to go, that there was plenty of really good money to be made there. No one mentioned that he’d get the ever-loving shit beaten out of him for working an area that belonged to an established pimp. After Julio had taught him a lesson, he’d fucked him raw for days to ‘erase his debt’ for stealing clients in Julio’s territory. Then he’d set him loose on the streets.
He sighed with the same resignation as always.
Time to get back to work.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
3.5 Stars I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Copping an Attitude is a sweet story about a cop, Parker, and prostitute, Slade. Basically, while making his rounds, Parker comes across a fight at a casino. There he finds Slade slithering away from the scene. When confronted, Slade runs and Parker chases him down. He threatens to take Slade into the station, but Slade begins to freak out. If Slade fails to make enough money in a night, his pimp will beat him or worse. Slade pulls a desperate move and breaks free and flees. Parker doesn’t know why, but he can’t get Slade out of his mind the following days. He worries about the young man who appeared distressed and in need. Parker eventually finds Slade again and rescues him from a beating. These two form a bond that turns into love. The story is enjoyable and the characters are well written but there could have been more depth to them. The author “tells” us background information about these two, but it’s not really lived through the characters. I do like how Slade struggled emotionally getting back on his feet. That made it more realistic. Someone who lived through the crap he did would most likely struggle when set free from their hell. The story could have definitely benefited from being longer. Things happen very quickly. That is not to say I didn’t like the book, because I did. I just feel that expanding on the strong foundation already created would move this story from 3 stars to 4 or 5 stars easily. Also, this is a second book in a series. I have not read the first book and was able to read this story without any problems.
This book had an excellent story that actually makes you believe that there are good people who you can truly trust. It was full of crime, mystery and of course romance. There was plenty of anticipation towards the end to find out the outcome, it kept me interested throughout, along with a few twists you won't expect. Slade/Lonnie was a troubled man. You had to really feel sorry for him, he didn't have family that would accept him, so turning to prostitution was his only choice. He didn't have a lot of friends. He was afraid to believe anyone would actually want to help him. I definitely didn't like his lousy, no good pimp. He was portrayed as a criminal and lived up to every word. I thought Parker was a dedicated patrolman for Last Vegas, who had a caring partner. The author did a great job when telling Parkers story, I liked that he had to actually weigh how much he cared for Brett and how to let him down. It wasn't just about him and Slade/Lonnie, but a story about his previous boyfriend and events that occur in real life. I liked that he went out of his way to help Slade/Lonnie without knowing him, but feeling an attraction to him. They both had to work through trust issues. This was an enjoyable book. I would read more by this author. I was given this in return for an honest review by Inked Rainbow Reads. Sherry