Sunday, August 25, 2013

Tangled Beauty by K.L. Middleton Excerpt

Tangled Beauty by K.L. Middleton

Sinclair Jeffries thought she knew what she was getting into when her zany, gay friend, Jesse Eddington, talked her into portraying his girlfriend during his parent's anniversary party on Huntington Beach. That is, until she met Reed, Jesse's sexy as hell older brother, and ends up getting much more than what she'd bargained for.

Reed Eddington assumed his future was settled until he met Sinclair, his brother's so-called "girlfriend", but the raw, sexual tension between them is hard to ignore. As he watches their ruse from the sidelines, he finds himself wanting to uncover more than just their amusing little facade.

This is book ONE of my new series, Tangled. Each book will feature a different couple and their steamy romance. You will also get a chance to revisit previous characters, to see how their relationships have weathered.

Due to sexual content and heavy subject matter, this book is recommended for ages 18+

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Chapter One

“Have you heard the news yet?” asked Tiffany.
We were in the back of the salon, mixing hair color.
“What news?” I asked, trying to brush a loose strand of hair away from my eyes without getting any powder in them.
“Judy sold the shop.”
I raised my head and stared at her in horror. “What? When?”
“I guess the deal was finalized last night. She sold it to some guy from L.A.”
“So, are we getting shut down?”
“No. Nothing’s changing but the ownership. She sold it to one of her friend’s sons so she could retire.”
I heaved a sigh of relief. “Jesus, you scared the hell out of me. I don’t know what I’d do if Tangled was shut down.”
“Me neither. Anyway, I cannot wait to meet the owner,” gushed the pretty nineteen-year-old. “Judy says he’s freaken’ hot and that we’re all going to love him. He’ll be here on Monday.”
“Huh,” I said, stirring the color. It would be nice having another guy in the shop. I wondered if he knew anything about hair or if he was gay. Many times, it went hand-in-hand.
“Is that the color your customer wants?” she asked, pointing towards the swatch I was examining. “It’s going to be quite a change for her.”
I stared at the bright red lock and nodded. “I’ve tried talking her out of it but she keeps insisting.”
Tiffany picked up her bowl of color and turned to leave. “Well, good luck with that.”
I snorted. “I’ll need more than luck.”
My customer, Mrs. Lancaster, was a thick-jowled, heavyset lady in her fifties; a woman who was normally very conservative. Today, she’d brought in a picture of a twenty-something celebrity who had long, vibrant, red hair, and wanted that same color. Unfortunately, on Mrs. Lancaster, it was going to look like a crime scene.
“Okay,” I said, after returning to my station. “You’re certain that this is the color?” I asked, holding out the brightly colored strands. 
“Yes, dear,” she said, touching the sample lovingly between her fingers. “I want that exact color. I know it’s going to be just lovely.”
I forced a smile. “Okay, then. Let’s do this.”
“Oh, no…oh no, you did not just do that!” hollered Felicia from across the salon.
I turned around and stared at the little old man sitting in Felicia’s chair, a huge shit-eating grin on his face.
“Oh, my God,” apologized a well-to-do older woman sitting in a chair beside them. “I am so sorry. Henry! You have to behave yourself!”
“No, I’m sorry,” said Felicia, setting down the scissors. “I am not cutting this old man’s hair if he’s going put his mouth on me. Hell no.”
It was then that I noticed the front of Felicia’s hot-pink T-shirt. There was a wet spot on her right boob.
“Henry, did you hear that? You have to behave yourself!” scolded the woman. She turned to Felicia. “I am so sorry. My brother suffers from Alzheimer’s and doesn’t always know what he’s doing.”
I watched the delight in the old man’s watery blue eyes and there was no doubt in my mind that he knew exactly what he’d done. Felicia was a very top-heavy woman and her breasts sometimes got in the way. She’d even cut my hair once and I was lucky not to walk away with two black eyes.
Felicia picked up her scissors. “Okay, but if he touches me again,” she narrowed her eyes. “I’m gonna cut more than his hair.”
  “Oh, my Lord,” whispered my customer. “This is better than daytime television.”
I grinned. “You can say that again.”
To me, it was just another day at Tangled. I’d seen everything, heard everything, and it was what kept me coming back to work every morning. I loved my job, loved my coworkers, and wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Fortunately, Henry kept his hands and mouth to himself for the rest of his appointment with Felicia, while I finished coloring and styling Mrs. Lancaster’s hair. When it was finished, I turned her back towards the mirror, and held my breath as we stared at the results.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Oh, my God…it looks fabulous!” she beamed.
I sighed with relief. It still looked shockingly bright to me, but if she liked it, that was all that mattered.
“You look like a new woman,” I said, spritzing her hair with hairspray.
She patted the side of her hair fondly. “Mr. Lancaster’s idea, actually. He has always adored redheads.”
I stared at my own auburn hair in the mirror’s reflection and wondered if he’d meant something a little more subtle than the ‘Ronald McDonald’ color she’d selected.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. “Tell me,” she whispered. “Do you do pubes, as well?”
“Ah, no,” I whispered back. “You’re on your own down there.”
She bit her lower lip. “Oh, shoot. Maybe I’ll just shave it off.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but then changed my mind. I certainly did not want to continue that particular conversation.
After she’d paid and left, I rushed to clean my station. I had the weekend off and was going to be spending it on Huntington Beach. I still had a lot of packing to do before the trip and couldn’t wait to get started. It was the first time I’d had an entire weekend off in months.
“At least that old geezer gave me a decent tip,” declared Felicia, holding up a stack of bills.
“I still can’t believe he did that,” giggled Tiffany. “What a crazy old coot!”
She nodded and shoved the money into her bra. “The worst thing is, I haven’t had that much action for almost two months. And then, to get my titty sucked by a toothless old white man?” she clapped her hands and laughed heartily.  “Lord, have mercy!”
“Two months?” I snorted. “That’s nothing. It’s been over a year for me.”
Her eyes widened. “A year? Girl, next time Henry makes an appointment, we’ll make sure you get him.”

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