DOXY: The Doxy's Daybook

DOXY: The Doxy's Daybook

by Sable Jordan

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DOXY: The Doxy's Daybook by Sable Jordan

Broadway shunned her.
But the show must go on...

Rosalyn Patrice Hayes is more than an actress, she's "a permanent affair." Every day, this southern-born beauty stars in a play she's also written and produced for an audience that doubles as co-star. It's a performance showing on a stage way off Broadway, the grandest stage of all--the hustle and bustle of life in New York.

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Warning: 18+ Only! This title contains erotic scenes, graphic language, anal sex, M/M sex, M/F/M sex, Cowboy sex, F/F sex, (sheesh, there's a lot of sex) umm...sex on a desk, sex toys, some light bondage, interracial/international sex, and a doxy with a smart mouth.

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"You smug bitch!"

Heads turn toward the outburst.

"Please, sit. There's no reason to make a production of this." She considers my words, pulls out the chair and drops into it. "Would you like your meal brought over?"

"What? You act like we're friends. I do not consort with hookers!"

Maria Burwell--yes that Maria Burwell, "of the Manhattan Burwells"--is married to one of the wealthiest men in the City. As such, she is the consummate socialite, attending every posh event with next season's "it" bag in one hand and a stiff drink in the other. Educated as she is in the art of polite society, you'd think she knows the difference between a run-of-the-mill prostitute and a professional doxy such as myself. Further, half of the people she "consorts" with actually fall into the category she's accusing me of.

"Maria," I begin again, my tone even. "I understand--"

Her fist strikes the table, rattling my water, reminding me I've yet to receive my wine. "I will not sit here and allow you to patronize me. You listen to me, you little cunt. I don't care what you think you understand. Only thing you need to do is stay away from my husband!"

There is no talking sense to some people. She's content to cast me the villain and I have no problem playing the role. As I said, acting is adapting; if she wants drama, she's come to the right place.

"What you've failed to realize, Maria, is that I'm not the one who initiated this affair, your husband did." I offer it casually, voice inflected as though we're old acquaintances having a nice chat. "And when Charles deems our relationship over, it will be. You've nothing to worry about from me."

Appalled, her mouth drops open wide enough to let all of that hot air escape if she's not careful.

"Do you know who I am?"

See what I mean? I'm aware her question is rhetorical, the acrimonious response of someone with more affluence than common sense, but it seems she's the one who's forgotten her role. "Everyone knows who you are, Maria. You do make a habit of embarrassing yourself at every turn." I pause for a swallow of water; place the glass back on the table. "At the mayor's luncheon, you were so drunk you lifted your dress bare-assed." I'd arrived near the end of the soiree for an appointment, just in time to witness the woman's flowing green gown go skyward. Chuckling softly at the memory I add, "And right now you're on the verge of giving us all a repeat performance."

She glances around, seeing the eyes, the reproachful shakes of heads. "These people don't know what you are, but I do."

I take a deep breath. "And what am I, Maria?"

"You. Are. A. Whore." Lips curl into a snarl as she snips off each word.

"That's where you're wrong. I'm a doxy." Her eyes narrow to slits, a frown marring her perfectly arched brow. "Allow me to explain. See, a whore doesn't warrant a second thought. A whore is a fast fuck in an empty closet, or on the subway. A whore is nothing more than a passing fancy, a means to satisfy an immediate human urge. Whores are..."--I shrug--"base.

"Now a doxy like me,"--I lean forward, voice still low, eyes boring into hers. "I'm that random smile on your husband's face in the middle of the day, Maria. I'm the pep in his step in the morning while you dawdle over the banality of which bag will match which shoes; contemplate what you and the girls will have for lunch over at Lupa's in the Village. And when he finally pushes through the door after working late, yet again, I'm the only reason Charles can stomach coming home to you at night."

Product Details

BN ID: 2940013619715
Publisher: Fresh Whet INK
Publication date: 08/05/2011
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 877,056
File size: 80 KB

About the Author

Sable Jordan: Stories so Whet, you’ll want to Lick My INK!

Quick and dirty, I’m a writer of multicultural erotica and seductive romances, and whatever else comes to mind. Tattooed vixen. Wicked humorist. Incurable humanist. Proud geek! Closet badass. (Shhh…) Lover of pit bulls, fast cars, all music, and candy. That’s the nut in a nutshell.

Come hang with me on my blog www.sablejordan.blogspot.com or visit my site: www.sablejordan.com.

And as always, thanks for Licking My INK!

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DOXY: The Doxy's Daybook 2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was ok. I really like the kizzie series better buy I did enjoy this read