Table of Contents
Epilogue - As Told By Kerri
Epilogue As Told By Brittney
Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney
Epilogue
Description
Also By Naughty Angel Publishing
Foreword
Adrienne & Reese
Adrienne
Reese
Ginger & Blaze
Ginger
Blaze
Zander & Madison
Zander
Madison
Cydney & Colt
Cydney
Colt
Dominic & Poppy
Dominic
Poppy
Celine & Wes
Celine
Wes
Jules & Linc
Jules
Linc
Avery & Finn
Avery
Finn
Tatum & Evan
Tatum
Evan
Ana & Oliver
Ana
Oliver
A Note From The Author
Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Lance
New York Daily Journal
Jocelyn
Michael
A Goodbye From Lance
Well hello again
Kerri
Lucien
I’m back!
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Ethan
Brittney
Man Chaser is done!
Wicked Lil’ Brat: A Secret Baby Romance
Mason
Stories From The 6 Train
Alexis Angel
Naughty Angel Publishing
Stories From The 6 Train
By Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Contents
Description
Also By Naughty Angel Publishing
Foreword
Adrienne & Reese
1. Adrienne
2. Reese
3. Adrienne
4. Reese
5. Adrienne
Ginger & Blaze
6. Ginger
7. Blaze
8. Ginger
9. Blaze
10. Ginger
11. Blaze
12. Ginger
Zander & Madison
13. Zander
14. Madison
15. Zander
16. Madison
17. Zander
18. Madison
Cydney & Colt
19. Cydney
20. Colt
21. Cydney
22. Colt
23. Cydney
Dominic & Poppy
24. Dominic
25. Poppy
26. Dominic
27. Poppy
28. Dominic
29. Poppy
Celine & Wes
30. Celine
31. Wes
32. Celine
33. Wes
34. Celine
Jules & Linc
35. Jules
36. Linc
37. Jules
38. Linc
39. Jules
Avery & Finn
40. Avery
41. Finn
42. Avery
43. Finn
44. Avery
Tatum & Evan
45. Tatum
46. Evan
47. Tatum
48. Evan
49. Tatum
Ana & Oliver
50. Ana
51. Oliver
52. Ana
53. Oliver
54. Ana
A Note From The Author
Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Lance
New York Daily Journal
Jocelyn
Lance
Jocelyn
Jocelyn
Lance
Jocelyn
Lance
Jocelyn
Lance
Lance
Jocelyn
Lance
Jocelyn
New York Daily Journal
Lance
Jocelyn
New York Daily Journal
Lance
Jocelyn
Lance
New York Daily Journal
Jocelyn
Jocelyn
Lance
New York Daily Journal
Jocelyn
Lance
Jocelyn
Lance
Jocelyn
Lance
New York Daily Journal
Jocelyn
Lance
Michael
Jocelyn
New York Daily Journal
Jocelyn
A Goodbye From Lance
Well hello again
Description
Kerri
Lucien
Kerri
Lucien
Kerri
Lucien
Kerri
Lucien
Kerri
Lucien
Kerri
Lucien
Kerri
Lucien
Kerri
Lucien
Kerri
Lucien
Kerri
Lucien
Kerri
Lucien
Kerri
Lucien
Kerri
Epilogue - As Told By Kerri
I’m back!
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Ethan
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Ethan
Brittney
Brittney
Epilogue As Told By Brittney
Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney
Man Chaser is done!
Wicked Lil’ Brat: A Secret Baby Romance
Mason
MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
Becca
Mason
Becca
Mason
Becca
MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
Mason
Becca
Mason
Becca
MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
Becca
Mason
Becca
Mason
Becca
Mason
MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
Becca
Mason
Becca
Mason
Becca
Mason
Becca
Mason
MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
Becca
Mason
Becca
Becca
MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
Epilogue
So I hope you liked the the stories!
Description
Dirty Lil’ Angels
Parker
New York Daily Journal
Amy
Parker
Amy
Parker
Amy
Parker
Amy
New York Daily Journal
Parker
Amy
Amy
New York Daily Journal
Parker
Amy
Amy
Parker
Amy
Amy
Amy
Parker
Amy
New York Daily Journal
Amy
Amy
Amy
New York Daily Journal
Parker
Parker
Amy
Parker
Amy
New York Daily Journal
Amy
Time For Some Short Stories
Buyer’s Remorse
Jenny
Darren
Jenny
Darren
Jenny
Darren
Jenny
Jenny
Darren
Jenny
And The Last One, Folks
Whitney & Dax
Whitney
Dax
Whitney
Dax
Whitney
About the Author
Description
*In New York City, HEA is just a subway ride away…*
Come follow ten couples as they meet, flirt, and play.
A cowboy looking for love. An ex-SEAL dealing with scars.
A billionaire. A rockstar. A biker. A professor, and a virgin.
Each looking for love. And finding it, as their lives touch each other.
*In a city that never sleeps, this collection will keep you awake. *
Each sizzling tale delicately intertwined with the others.
Stories that will make you smile. And stories that will make you sigh.
*Stand clear of the closing doors. This train is about to make you come…*
Also By Naughty Angel Publishing
Alexis Angel
Wicked Lil’ Brat
Man Chaser
Red & Blue
Scandalous
Client 5 (unpublished)
Jailbait
Python
12 Inches
D.I.L.F.
Dirty Daddy
Mr. President
Abby Angel
Men of the House
Woman of the House
Mergers & Acquisitions
Profit & Lace
Dark Angel
The Virgin Market
Gambling For the Virgin
Buyer’s Market
Mona Cox
Alicia Vs. Billionaire
Ashley Vs. Boss
Natalie Vs. Prince
Christine Vs. Professor
Kim Vs. Stepbrother
Lisa Vs. Outlaw
Carla Vs. Cowboy
Fiona Vs. Football Player
Becca Vs. Biker
Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero
Rory Vs. Rockstar
Daphne Vs. Daddy
Dedicated to Jess Bentley.
Foreword
For 5 years, I lived in New York City. I woke up in my Midtown East one bedroom apartment in Beekman Place and went for a run along the East River. I got home at 6:45 and got ready for work and was on the 6 train at 51st Street and Lexington Avenue headed towards Wall Street. Five days a week. 52 weeks a year, minus any vacations.
To say I’ve seen some things during that time would be an understatement. I’ve seen the best and worst in people.
I’ve seen moments that touched my heart. And scenes that made me ashamed to be a human being.
But through it all, there was a common theme. An undercurrent.
For anyone who is familiar with my writing, one of the themes that run through it is my predilection to set the story in New York City.
There’s no other city in the world that takes the best in people, combines it with the worst and creates a melting pot of absolute gritty perfection.
Like a wealthy, unshaven, well-dressed, handsome, man. A hint of danger. A touch of familiarity. A sense of being part of something greater than anything else. Feeling part of history just by walking the streets. As if you’re in the center of the world. Crossroads of humanity.
This is a book of love stories in multiple forms. Love stories between man and woman. Between various professions and statuses. And between me and the city I love where I spend 6 months of my life each year.
These stories are pre-Alexis Angel. They were written by me when I lived in New York City. They were never published. Until today.
I hope you enjoy them.
Love,
Alexis
Adrienne & Reese
1
Adrienne
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
I practically snarl the words over my shoulder as I elbow my way past the sweaty, greasy man in front of me. My new—and now equally greasy—red Louboutins hit the platform at the bottom of the stairs leading into the Thirty-third Street station, and I keep up my pace, not bothering to listen to the offensive words spewing from his mouth.
I don’t have time for this. My boss already kept me late in the office going over my new position as an executive marketing consultant at Dover Street Market. Normally something I’d be totally cool with. But today I have an appointment to view a new apartment and I cannot be late. It’s a good one, guaranteed to be snatched up if I miss my appointment. And with my current lease ending in a matter of days, I need to grab it fast.
I swipe my metro card through the turnstile and break into a run—not an easy task in my impractical and now filthy designer heels. A stream of people is already pouring into the 6 Train. I manage to slip through the doors just before they slide closed and slump against the edge of the seat next to me.
“Well, that’s just perfect,” I mutter, bending down and examining my shoes. Mr. Greasy McNasty left a huge scuff on them in addition to the grease marks. I want to be charitable and accept that it was just an accident, that anyone could have lost their balance and almost knock me down the stairs in the crowded rush hour terminal. But then I notice that he somehow snagged my thigh-high silk stockings. There’s a giant rip going all the way from my ankle up past the hem of my pencil skirt. How the hell?