Title: Born to Sin
Series: The Born Series
Author: A.L Simpson
Genre: Steamy Contemporary
Published: January 2016
Cover Designer: Susan Horsnell
Publisher: Susan Horsnell T/A Cocky Romance Publishing
I was born to an alcoholic mother and alcoholic, drug dealing father. Not a good start to life for a young boy. I was born to sin.
I’ve lied, cheated, assaulted, been an adulterer and stolen. It’s how one survives the ‘hood’. I have a reputation for being the ‘bad boy’, the fuck ’em and leave ’em type. I have never spent the night with a woman and I have never brought a woman home. We ‘play’ at her place and as soon as I’m done, I leave.
After fleeing my home at the age of thirteen and living on the streets – an option I found better than being with my parents, my life is turned around by an elderly lady.
I educate myself, become an award-winning chef and return to the ‘hood where I rent an apartment. I love and care about no-one and nothing except my Harley Motorcycle. It’s here I met Jonesy and he takes my life in a whole new direction. Along with Wade, a fellow chef and the only person I can trust, the pair teach me how to love. Not only myself, but others.
I’m a wealthy Restaurateur thanks to an inheritance I received when my father passed.
I live in a penthouse apartment in the ‘rich’ part of the city.
Being pampered and spoiled all my life has turned me into a woman who sees something she wants and, like a dog with a bone, I won’t let go until it’s mine. I’m a winner. I ALWAYS win.
I don’t have relationships with men. One night stands suit me just fine. I can’t trust it’s me they want and not my money.
I meet Hamish by chance when I’m on the hunt for a new Head Chef. He treats me like I’m not worth a second thought. I’ve never been treated this way and I decide at that moment, I will make Hamish mine.
Hamish has no interest in the pampered Blossom but for some reason she gets under his skin.
Then, something happens that makes him realize, he has fallen in love. Will it be too late? Will tragedy strike before he can hold her in his arms and confess his true feelings?
I tie my bag to the back of my Harley Davidson motorcycle, throw my leg over and settle onto the seat. I crank the engine. It flashes to life and idles with a rumble I never get tired of hearing. She’s my pride and joy. My only indulgence. The only thing I ever spend money on. I’ve customized her so she’s a perfect fit. Her sleek black and silver tank makes her look evil. Everyone in this area knows who she belongs to and no-one would dare touch her. I run my hand over the tank before pulling on my helmet and gloves. I kick up the stand, place my feet on the pegs and ease away from the kerb.
It’s late in the afternoon. Kids are playing basketball and football in the street. These kids are tough, they have to be growing up here. They don’t move for anyone so I ease my bike around them.
A little boy known only as Jonesy, runs up to me. “Ham, where ya goin’?” I barely hear him over the sound of my bike. I stop but leave the bike running.
“Jonesy, what do you want? I’m on my way to work.”
“Can ya bring me something, Ham? Ma is sick again.”
Sick again means she’s passed out drunk and Jonesy won’t be getting dinner unless I bring leftovers home. This has been going on ever since they moved here two years ago. The kid is seven years old but he’s small for his age and looks about five. I found him one night, not long after they arrived. He was rummaging in the garbage for something to eat. I sat him down and told him, if ever his ma couldn’t feed him he was to let me know. I’ve been feeding him nearly every night since. When I’m not working he comes down and watches television with me and I cook him a meal. He’s the reason I never stay anywhere overnight.
“I’ll be late. I have the night shift so probably around eleven.”
“That’s okay. I’ll listen for your bike.”
I ruffle his hair before he runs off back to his friends. I watch him as he goes. He’s so much like I was as a kid. He’s barefoot, his clothes are threadbare and hang on his small frame. The kid is doomed if he doesn’t find someone to help him get out of here.
Before I pull away, I turn back for one last look. The kid waves, a huge smile on his face. He has no idea how bad off he is. That’s the problem. It’s not until you step out of the neighborhood, you realize how bad you have it.
“Fuckin’ nightmare.” I open the throttle, ease into traffic and head for the city.
It’s a warm afternoon and I’m thankful for the wind in my face as I speed into the city. The traffic is heavy. It’s always heavy at three in the afternoon. Mothers are out picking kids up from school, probably to take to nice structured activities. Delivery vehicles clog the streets, shift workers are probably headed to their homes. A nice brick home with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, double garage and manicured lawns. Why are some kids born to a comfortable life while others, like me, are born to sin? No-one cares about us and we care about no-one.
I turn off the main road and into the restaurant parking lot. I park the bike in the space reserved for the Head Chef. I cut the engine, swing my leg over the tank and grab my bag from the back. I stride to the side door marked ‘Staff Only’, key in the code and enter my workplace.
In the kitchen, Wade, my senior chef, is busy slicing and dicing vegetables for some of the regular meals we have on the menu.
“Wade, we got many bookings?”
“Full house for six, eight and nine pm bookings. Seven is quieter. Gonna be busy.”
I lift down my chef’s uniform from a peg on the wall. We’re not supposed to keep them in the kitchen, they’re supposed to be in the staff room, but we don’t care. It’s easier if they’re in here. Wade and I are always the first ones in. The restaurant opens at six and the rest will be in around five. If I pull the day shift. We open at eleven and I’m here by nine. I have three other senior chef’s I work with but I prefer Wade.
He’s moved to stir a sauce for the lobster bisque, a popular dish. While he does this, he watches me tug off my boots and slip off my jeans.
“Commando, again. Do you even own underwear?”
write a variety of stories including Male/Male, Menage and Shapeshifter under my pen name – A.L. Simpson
Each book has a strong focus on story line with romantic interest building throughout.
I explore real life issues from kids on the streets to motorcycle war and put my own twist on each one.
I live in sunny Queensland Australia with my husband of 44 years, an elderly Jack Russell Terrier who we refer to as ‘Princess Perfect’ and an opinionated Cockatiel by the name of Rocky who likes to wolf whistle.
We love to travel the country with our caravan and I gather story ideas from places we visit.
We have 2 married sons, 3 granddaughters and 2 grandsons who are the love of our lives.
I hope you take the opportunity to check out my offerings.