High Class Harlot
(Switching Tracks Series, Book Two)
People spend their whole lives being condescending cockstars. Assuming they know something when they don’t. Assuming they know who someone is when they have no idea. Assuming that, because they can see something, they understand it. Let me tell you right now, STOP ASSUMING! Until you walk a day in someone’s gold-studded hooker heels, you do not know them or their story. Do not assume your struggle is worse simply because it’s yours. Do not assume they are ok just because they look to be so. And do not assume you are a better person simply because someone chooses to sin differently than you.
My family has money. We buy what we want without fear of being destitute, and we will never worry about having food or any other necessities. My struggle in life is not with the money, but where it comes from. My father’s secret is carrying a hefty price tag that I can no longer afford. My soul is priceless, and he is stripping it away from me. My world isn’t all rainbows, sparkle, and diamonds falling from my exit hole like Rory’s story portrayed. For every high, there is a low, and the higher you go, the further you have to fall.
I have the best things in life, except for life itself. Everyone I love has moved away; my passion to exist has deflated; my job is a joke; but more than anything, I hate who I am allowing myself to become. Is there anyone strong enough to hold my hand on this road to self-preservation, or am I to travel it alone?
If you start my story, please find it in yourself to finish it before you judge me. Don’t assume you can know where I am headed without seeing where I have already been. I am Amandolette Riaz, and I am a glitzed-up glitch in today’s delicate world.
**High Class Harlot is Book 2 in the Switching Tracks Series. It can be read as a standalone but most characters are introduced in Book 1, Trailer Park Princess. High Class Harlot picks up in timeline where Trailer Park Princess ends.**
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Delia lives in Mississippi, better known as “The Sip”, where she was born and raised, aside from the short time she spent wandering the beaches of Destin, Florida. She has two amazing kids who are the light in her life, and she is married to a very patient and loving man. She works a fulltime job Monday–Friday. Yes, she’s so domesticated! Delia is Mexican-American, or in her words, “brown!” In her spare time, she enjoys singing extremely loud, dancing around for hours, and watching her kids just be kids. Delia is eclectic and obsessive. She is always happy. She believes we should all have fun sometimes, and when we do something stupid, we should write about it, dude! If she could be anything when she grows up—because she is currently refusing to—she wants to be a fulltime superhero. You know, wear awesome boots; have long, full, flowing hair; wear her panties on the outside of her clothes (and have it be OK); ride on a magical horse with wings; and save the world. Who wouldn’t want to do that? Happy Reading!