"From the first few pages, I was drawn into Charlie's story. Marni Mann created a character that is flawed yet desired; strong yet needs others to lean on; talented yet scared. This is a book that will draw you in, make you cry, make you angry, make you sad but will have you rooting for Charlie."-Wennie, I Heart Books
"A great story behind the title and the main reveal will leave you talking about it for days. When I found out what was going on my jaw hit the freaking floor. The author did an amazing job keeping me on edge and trying to figure out what was coming next." -Donna, My Sticky Pages
"The sex was naughty, the mansion a mystery, the multiple plot twists unpredictable- Seductive Shadows kept me turning the pages into the wee hours of the morning." -The Book Bar
From the Back Cover
I wasn't a prostitute; I was an artist who used her fingers to paint a fantasy that her body fulfilled. And when I was desired by men, I felt the most creative.
I had pondered the consequences of working at the mansion during Victoria's interview, and I did again as I lay in my own bed in the early hours of the morning. Would it be so horrible to be paid to have sex? Being hired to provide pleasure didn't mean I couldn't enjoy every moment of passion and every uninhibited, deviant thought. I craved sex and attention; I needed it. I was turned on by the cameras that would point toward my bed, by the lust that would be whispered in my ears, and by playing out the fantasies that I would compose. The challenge would make my release so much sexier. And if one of the clients tried to hurt me, Victoria would be there for my protection, to stop him before he went too far.
Not knowing anything about these men--their names, or even what the top half of their faces looked like--meant they also knew nothing about me. I would never have to discuss my past or the accident; the only thing I would have to unzip would be my lingerie. I would have enough money to pay off my mother's debt in a reasonable amount of time, take more than one class a semester, and because her disability checks would stop once she died, I wouldn't have to find a roommate to cover the remainder of the rent. I could get lost in the sex; I could escape, even if it was for just a brief period of time. I could forget.