I always believed that girls like me didn’t find happily ever afters.
But despite my sordid past and personal demons, the Miami Hush Club promised to make my every fantasy a reality.
With a membership, they could gift me my dream job, dream car, dream house,
and the perfect life for me and my little family.
They easily sucked me into the madness and twisted me inside out, caging me until I didn’t know right from wrong.
The steep price of entry?
My darkest secret.
There’s only one problem.
Some secrets destroy.
Some even endanger the ones I love, and the one man I never imagined I would.
Because some secrets, when shared, give power.
And power is a dangerous thing.
Especially when the one pulling my strings, playing god, has the terrifying means to destroy me.
And worst of all, after I’ve given my secret away, I find the only thing that’s left is my wrecked and tortured soul.
But guess what?
The club can take that too.
Miami Hush Club: Book 1 By Michelle Warren
Ten years ago
The moment playing out before my eyes is ripe with irony.
My boyfriend is having sex, but not with me. Even though we run a wildly
successful escort service together, I expected Casper to be faithful. What a
lovesick fool I was. Instead, it’s me who’s being fucked as I helplessly watch my
sister and best escort, Alex, sit atop Casper’s dick, enthusiastically riding him into
At first I’m frozen in shock, so the situation crashing down on me is
momentarily unfathomable. In some ways, it’s a nightmare that makes no sense.
My heart stops, collapsing in my chest and sinking into my gut as I desperately
try to hold myself upright. Or maybe those are my malfunctioning lungs, unable to
inhale the thickness of betrayallaced air. Either way, it’s only my vision that
continues working. My eyes soak up all the information, piecing together fragments
of incomprehensible images as my brain tries to catch up.
Casper and Alex don’t even realize I’m here watching them because they’re
too caught up in screwing to the rhythmic beat of the blaring music that’s making
the condo’s walls vibrate. Still, the music isn’t enough to drown out their escalating
moans of pleasure.
I want to break out of this hell but I’m mesmerized, watching his hands grip the
curve of her hips, his fingertips sinking into her soft flesh, and his muscular arms
flexing as they lift her body effortlessly, controlling the speed of their wild and
ferocious coupling. Rising up, he takes her breast in his mouth and then drags his
tongue along her collarbone, right before their lips connect feverishly.
It’s at that moment that I realize that this is more than a mindless fuck session,
because Alex never kisses her clients. Ever.
At this new understanding, my gut roils as my brain kicks in and attempts to
process this. How long has this been going on? Why would the two people I love
most do this to me?
But the need for answers is quickly overcome by the surge of intense fury
shooting back to my heart, delivering a jolt of electricity, jumpstarting it in erratic
beats. Now it’s exploding with a dangerous concoction of emotions—rejection,
And anger. Lots and lots of anger.
As if my body can’t take the boiling volatile mixture, my hands begin to shake,
my muscles convulse, and finally I erupt, releasing a strangled scream.
Michelle Warren didn't travel the road to writer immediately. She spent over a decade a professional Illustrator and designer. Her artistic creativity combined with her love of science fiction, paranormal and fantasy led her to write her first YA novel, Wander Dust. Michelle loves reading and traveling to places that inspire her to create. She lived in South Beach, Miami for six years, which inspired the Miami Hush Club, but currently resides in downtown Chicago.