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My 4 star review of Intensity

Intensity by C.C. Koen is a great read. I loved it! it was definitely a short read- but that didn’t take away from the love story. It was a story with so many secrets- but held a level of passion that had my temperature through the roof!

Serena is a young woman, with the weight of the world on her shoulders. She lost her grandmother to cancer, and has so many medical bills. She can’t pay her mortgage and has lost the house. I felt so sorry for her at this point! She was struggling to survive, and was working a bunch of odd jobs- but with the weight of the world on her shoulders, she is sinking fast. Serena has nowhere to go, her mother left when she was young and she has no friends she can depend on. 

Boy I loved Linc, he was a hella good book boyfriend. Linc is the owner of “the Lounge”. Basically it’s an underground escort agency. And this is where Serena comes in, she goes to the office- and basically Linc sees her distress and wants to offer her a job- but basically her wants her in his bed- exclusively.

I liked the fact that it wasn't insta-love, it was kind of a build up to that. And when they learn more about each other, that’s when the true love story takes place. 

I really liked this fast paced, quick read- it left me wanting more and full of questions, I can’t wait for the second read in this series to come out

I received an advanced copy in exchange for an honest review. 

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Intensity by C.C. Koen- Excerpt #1

The flawless-skinned woman sitting across the table had to be out of her mind. Maybe I heard her wrong. No, her unsmiling lips and unblinking olive-brown eyes revealed she’d been serious.

I examined the Cafe Haus to see if anyone had overheard her. The loud rock music must have kept her voice from carrying. In the back corner, a girl with punk rocker multi-colored hair, her nose buried in a book, bobbed her head to some tune playing in her earbuds. The only other customer was a gray-haired man on the opposite side, pencil in hand, scribbling in a newspaper.

The coast clear, I leaned across the table toward Mylaynee Johanson and whispered, “You want me to be an escort?” I stood with such force my chair skidded across the tile floor, making an eerie screeching noise.

She grabbed my arm. “Please, give me a few minutes to explain.”

Embarrassed by the scene the exchange must have created, I scanned the room. The older man gone and the young girl halfway out the back door, I returned my attention to the stranger who’d just rocked my world, as if I needed any more surprises in my life.

Curious, but reluctant, I plunked down in the wooden chair. The previous day while working at a fundraiser, as I shuffled between two crammed tables carrying a tray stacked with overflowing plates, her chair rammed into my leg. Her quick hands and my knee-jerk save kept the other high-profile attendees from wearing their next meal.

Near the end of the evening, she approached me and struck up a chatty conversation. One thing led to another, and before I knew it I disclosed my hectic lifestyle, including three under minimum-wage jobs. When she mentioned a high-paying prospect, the possibility of earning a livable wage had me interested right away. Information exchanged, we agreed to get together. After hearing what she had to offer, it seemed fate got the last laugh, knocking me down another peg and reminding me I had no control or say about the obstacles thrown my way.

Wearing an air of confidence and a white silk pantsuit that no doubt cost more than I made in months, she took a slow sip of her chamomile tea. Her eyes never wavering from mine, she alleged, “It’s not a common escort service. You’re not forced to sleep with anyone.”

What? I cleared my throat. “I don’t understand.” Scooting my chair closer to the table, I clenched my hands on top and inquired, “How does anyone make money?”