Title: Becoming A Jett Girl
Author: Meghan Quinn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 1st, 2014
About Becoming A Jett Girl:
How did I start the Lafayette Club?
Well, I’m in the business of saving tarnished souls. I hand pick girls from the street who have no options left in life and give them an opportunity they can’t possibly refuse.
They come to work in the Lafayette Club which is full of EXQUISITE DEBAUCHERY, where influential men come to conduct business and lap dances are considered a fine art.
The girls are trained, they are morphed, they are educated, they follow the rules of the club and they know to submit to me. They live by my motto, no relationships, no love, just sex.
They are never touched, only by me, they are never completely naked, only with me, and their personas are entirely anonymous. The only person who knows who they truly are, is me, Jett Colby.
If these girls were ever seen on the streets of New Orleans, you would never know they were a Jett Girl.
Becoming a Jett Girl is the first book I have ever read by Meghan Quinn although she is a well established author. The blurb is incredibly enticing and I signed up to read and review as soon as I saw it!
Basic synopsis – Goldie/Lo is working as in a low class, seedy strjointip club serving drinks and aspires to greater things. Namely stripping. She’s all alone in the world having been orphaned during Hurricane Katrina and saddled with her late parents’ debts. She’s struggling to make ends meet and Jett Colby has his eye on her.
Jett is, I guess, a bit of a philanthropist – he likes to help out girls in Goldie’s situation by offering them the chance to work at his very exclusive pole dancing and lap dancing venue – the Lafayette Club. The girls are assured of their anonymity, no one will be allowed to touch them and no extra-curricular activities with the patrons will be tolerated. The Lafayette Girls get to live in Jett Colby’s mansion and enjoy lucrative salary deals with only one condition – they must submit exclusively to Jett Colby in the bedroom whenever the whim takes him.
I’m not going to go any further into the synopsis than that to avoid spoiling the plot but it really did make me sit up and take notice. Sadly, the book didn’t quite come off for me, in the end, because I found Goldie to be just incredibly gauche and she really did lack pretty much any taste or sophistication which I think is the point but, after a while, she just started to grate on me. Also, Jett, who could have been a deliciously dark character actually came across a little sceevy for my tastes. The man is filthy rich, totally gorgeous and a dream dominant in the bedroom – he really doesn’t need to manipulate women into the sack with him and yet he does. And I also didn’t get the connection between Goldie and Jett – I really couldn’t see what he saw in her although I could definitely see what Goldie saw in Jett!! And we have a rather happy for now bittersweet ending which left me slightly unsatisfied.
I do applaud the author for attempting to do something very different and mostly she succeeds. The bedroom scenes between Goldie and Jett really are incredibly hot and Jett is a wonderful dominant. There’s also great secondary characters including the mysterious Kace, Jett’s best friend.
I’m sorry it didn’t work for me – I took a look at the early Goodreads reviews and they are overwhelmingly positive so I am probably in the minority here.
“Where the fuck are my titty tassels?” Lyla announced, as she dug through her locker.
She was always losing her tassels. To be honest, I didn’t know why she used them to begin with; they were more eighties porn than New Orleans strip club, but she swore they drove the men crazy. I wouldn’t know, since I was always stuck on drink duty, but that wasn’t my choice.
“Seriously, Goldie, have you seen my tassels? I’m on in five,” Lyla pleaded.
“I haven’t. Maybe you should try something other than mini curtains hanging off your tits, huh?
Maybe wear...oh, what do they call it...a bra?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Lyla asked, as she shimmied her naked tits in my face and I tried to smack her jugs away.
There was a reason why Lyla, my roommate, was center stage at Kitten’s Castle every night. She was drop-dead gorgeous. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a little lady wood every time she was up on stage. She was one of those mixed breeds who lucked out by having parents with perfect genes. Her skin was a deep brown color, her eyes were light green, and her hair was pitch black. Exotic could be a word to describe her, but I would also say fuck-me-in-the-ass beautiful. Yeah, that pretty much described her.
Lyla gave up on the search for her tassels and threw on a white cropped T-shirt over her naked breasts.
“I’ll just do my wet T-shirt routine tonight. There’s a bachelor party out there that has a lot of money to spend,” she said, while wiggling her eyebrows.
“When is there not a bachelor party out there?” I responded. “It’s New Orleans for fuck’s sake and we work at one of the most premier spots for men to get away with murder when they’re away from their own personal finger huts. You know, since the lighting is pretty much non-existent in here.”
Lyla crinkled her nose at my statement. “Hey, I like the fact that the lights aren’t very bright in here. I’d rather not have a spotlight shining up my Britney while I’m dancing on stage.”
“Easy for you to say; you’re not the one delivering drinks in the dark. I swear, Marv is trying to kill me out there.” I slammed my hand on the vanity and said, “And when the hell am I going to get my chance on stage?”
“Down girl. You get paid well.”
“Yeah, but I get groped every time a pass a hairy and horny man and, as we know, that’s pretty much every guy in this dump.”
“You got to work it, bitch, if you want to get the hell out of here, so stop complaining and put your garter belt on. We have some willing customers out there with some fat wallets.”
I huffed and waved Lyla off as she raced out to the stage to get ready for her act.
I looked into the mirror and studied the reflection that looked back at me. Ugh, I hated that my life had become an uphill climb of trying to pay off bills and debt that were, unfortunately, not even mine, but that of my dead parents. Every day, I have to practically sell my soul to skeezy men just to make sure I don’t go hungry and I can pay off the stack of bills that are piling up on my counter.
I’ve spent the last nine years of my life trying to climb back from the hole that Hurricane Katrina put in it and it hasn’t been easy, especially since I have no degree and no job experience.
That’s why I’m currently sitting in front of a rusty old vanity with piss poor lighting, outlining my azure colored eyes with cheap-as-fuck eyeliner and praying that only one man tries to stick his thumb in my ass tonight. It was a common occurrence amongst the pervs.
About Meghan Quinn
When I was in high school I occasionally read books but was consumed by other teenage things so I didn’t take the time to appreciate a good book on a cloudy day, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, besides “The Notebook” I made time to read the heartbreaking novel.
It wasn’t until I received a Kindle for Christmas one year that my world completely flipped upside down. When looking for books, I came across the Contemporary Romance genre and was sold and I haven’t turned back since.
You can either find my head buried in my Kindle, listening to inspiring heart ripping music or typing away on the computer twisting and turning the lives of my characters while driving my readers crazy with anticipation.
I am currently residing in beautiful Colorado Springs where the sun is always shining and there is a trail waiting to be hiked on every corner. I share a lovely and warm home with the love of my life and my five, four-legged children.