Jude was born and raised in a small village named Lacolle. She
now lives in Montreal, Canada. She is the proud mother of a beautiful five
years old son, and has spent the last twelve years with her
partner.
French is her native language, but she prefers to write in her
second language, English.
Besides working full time in a
law firm and being a mother, Jude has a passion for books, both reading and
writing them.
She is currently working on a
novel called Ophelia. Coming soon!
Phoenix Silverstone more commonly known as Nix, is a twenty-one
year old that has finally discovered her freedom. After living under the strict
rules and protection of her mother, Nix moved out with her two best friends in
a quaint little Seattle apartment. For the first time Nix is finally able to
spread her wings and breathe. Together, they get a job working at a bar and for
the first time everything is perfect.
Freedom,
friendships, a great job and fantastic man on the verge of becoming hers.
Tristan is the suave, intelligent, not to mention gorgeous law student that Nix
has her eyes and heart set on. For the first time, she has her life together;
that is, until her path crosses with Levi. The charming, tattooed and downright
sexy bad boy that Nix knows she needs to avoid.
But when one of
her friends moves out she is shocked to find that her new roommate is 
none other than Levi. Flirting. Desire. Undeniable temptations.
Nix can’t deny the chemistry surging between them but she can’t forget her
mother’s extreme hate towards bad boys.
none other than Levi. Flirting. Desire. Undeniable temptations.
Nix can’t deny the chemistry surging between them but she can’t forget her
mother’s extreme hate towards bad boys.
Will Nix have
the strength to listen to her heart? Or will her mother’s rules cost her
everything?
@JudeOuvrard
Street team:
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The entire mass of guys sitting around my station flocked to
Val’s, giving me some time to clean up. I looked up to find only one guy left,
and he was watching me intently. It was the same guy Ty had greeted so
enthusiastically earlier.
''Can I get you
anything?'' I asked, taking empty glasses off the
counter.
''A smile. Give
me one and I guarantee you’ll get the biggest tip tonight.'' The slow seductive
tone rolling from his shapely lips told me he wasn’t just fooling around. His
green eyes stared at me like I was dessert. This guy was hot and he knew it. He
was looking me up and down, biting on his lips. He was clearly not afraid to
show me how much he liked what he saw. Me. His confidence and determination
were fierce. The way his tousled light brown hair went every which way, hanging
down across his forehead, told me right away he didn’t care about his looks. He
didn’t have to.
He wanted a
smile? I shook my head. ''You don’t want a drink? Just water,
maybe?''
''No, just a
smile. You're the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and it's just a smile I
want.'' He brushed his hand through his hair, making it even more
tousled.
I knew I was
blushing and bit my lip in embarrassment. His eyes refused to stray from mine,
pinning me in place. I smiled, but not because he’d asked. No, this smile was
solely because this random man had pulled it out of me himself. I saw the
humour in his eyes as he slid fifty bucks out of his pocket and onto the
counter. ''Thank you, Princess. You just made my
night.''
He got up and
walked away. I could see the hint of tattoos peeking out around his neckline
and beneath his rolled up sleeves. His black Converse were worn out, giving him
a laid back look and his perfectly fitted washed-out jeans fell low on his
hips, accentuating what looked to be the most perfect ass I’d ever seen. The
black, long sleeve Henley he wore was tight in all the right places. There was
something about his mysterious and inscrutable demeanor which made me wonder
about him. He’d wanted to get my attention and, well – he’d gotten
it.
Who
the hell was he? I knew he was the guy Tyler had been excited to
see, but I’d never seen him around the club before. I knew I’d have remembered
that tantalizingly gorgeous mystery man.
He didn't give
me his name and I didn't give him mine. Not that he had to ask - I wore a name
tag with my name engraved on it. It was the strangest thing which had ever
happened to me. My eyes continued to focus on him until he opened the door of
the club and left. I found myself still watching the door, even after it was
closed, as though I wanted to chase after him – which was insane. I shook my
head, willing myself to move on.
I began wiping
down the counters, pausing to watch Val entertain her groupies at the 
station next to mine. As I turned to grab more lemons, my eyes
were drawn again to the door. Tristan sauntered in with a few of his friends
hanging around him, laughing at something one of them had said. Tristan had
admitted to never visiting Black Shakers before and even after our dinner date
tonight, I still hadn’t expected to see him turn up so soon. I couldn’t seem to
figure out if I was excited by his surprise visit, or nervous about it. It felt
like he was parading a bunch of his buddies around my bedroom, looking through
my dirty laundry. This was my home away from home and I wasn’t sure if I was
ready to let him in—yet. Not to mention I was still shaken
up by the strange interaction with Mr. Mysterious.
station next to mine. As I turned to grab more lemons, my eyes
were drawn again to the door. Tristan sauntered in with a few of his friends
hanging around him, laughing at something one of them had said. Tristan had
admitted to never visiting Black Shakers before and even after our dinner date
tonight, I still hadn’t expected to see him turn up so soon. I couldn’t seem to
figure out if I was excited by his surprise visit, or nervous about it. It felt
like he was parading a bunch of his buddies around my bedroom, looking through
my dirty laundry. This was my home away from home and I wasn’t sure if I was
ready to let him in—yet. Not to mention I was still shaken
up by the strange interaction with Mr. Mysterious.
Shouts from
Val’s station caught my attention again. Val was lying on the counter and Bekka
was squeezing some lime juice onto Val’s stomach. I wasn’t sure who was supposed
to get the next shot, but right now, I needed it to be me. I made my way around
the bar with determination as I kept the drink in my sights. Tipping my head
back, I drained the liquor from the glass, and licked the lime juice and salt
from Val’s belly. All eyes were on me now, as if I was some sort of prize. It
was just a shot for heaven’s sake. The customers were used to this performance,
most of the girls behind the bar were doing body shots throughout the night.
The first time I visited Black Shakers to hang out, the waitresses did at least
two shots each. As far as I was concerned, it really was no big
deal.
I walked back
to my section and was immediately surrounded by applauding and drunken guys,
asking for my phone number. I laughed it off as I always did - none of them
would get it. It was just one aspect of working in a club, dealing with the
slobbering, horny drunks. At least I could handle their testosterone-fuelled
innuendo now, and if anyone ever got out of hand, there were always bodyguards
standing by to watch our backs.
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