Happy Saturday. I have another wonderful author to share with you today. Do you love romantic comedy? I’m usually not the light and fluffy kind of gal, but there are times you want to sit back and read or watch something lighter. Dakotah’s books are meant to give you a smile, a heated flush and a sarcastic laugh. She’s the author of a series set in a gated community association called PINKED – a campy murder mystery series – and is trying her hand at something a bit… saucier in style. Oh, these are the same characters… Welcome:
DAKOTAH BLACK – THE SCHEME
Nicky French is successful in a job she hates. She’s also hungry for one sexy man, Mick St. Simons, the owner of the Flamingo Rustler—only the hottest club in Richmond, Virginia. Between his six-foot-five-inch body, his sultry Australian accent and his long golden locks, she’s hooked. Too bad she was hurt by her ex so badly, she’s unable to trust another man. But Mick is nothing but a playboy, so she keeps him at arms-length anyway.
Mick St. Simons may come across as a playboy, but things are not what they seem. He’s been hurt in the past and guards his heart. When his bar has some financial difficulties and the need for increased customers, Nicky agrees to help her best friend, Veronica, plan a fund-raising event. The only snag is that Mick wants nothing to do with an event the size they are planning. Nicky is their only hope of convincing him to try. Her method? One hot moment inside a storage room when their chemistry sparks.
What no one realizes is that Veronica holds a secret, if discovered, could destroy her friendship with Mick. The only solution is to convince Mick and Nicky that they belong together before the truth is unveiled. Secrets and lies weave a tangled web and friends become embroiled in a heated battle of push and shove, one in which burning desires are revealed.
Can Nicky put the past behind her, trusting the one man she could love again? Is Mick able to fight the demons he keeps buried deep inside? Or are they both too stubborn to acknowledge what is right in front of them?
“Why the long face, lovely lady?” Leaning over the bar, the rugged blond gave her a saucy grin, his eyes twinkling. “I think you need a good fuck and I have the perfect guy in mind.”
Nicky French sighed as she shook her head. “Very funny, Froggy.” She loved coming to the Flamingo Rustler, the location a perfect stop on her way home from work.
While she should be shocked at his brazen comment, he was dead on. She hadn’t had sex in over a year and she was as horny as she’d ever been. “Don’t say his name to me. After the day I’ve had, I don’t want any additional shit.” The entire day had indeed been wretched, the horrors included three full-blown arguments with homeowners, the usual threat against her safety for being a ‘bitch’ and one massive water leak in her own townhouse.
“I stand by my comment.” Winking, Froggy gave her a heated look. “And an intense round of spanking would do you some good. Over the knee, bare-assed spanking.”
“What?” Nicky had to admit the thought sounded delicious.
“Yup. You’re cranky as hell.”
“If you must know, I hate my job.” She eyed the handsome bartender who’d become a good friend over the past few months and swirled her drink as she thought about her career. Nicky French, Community Association Manager of the very prestigious gated community association, Leopard’s Pointe, was nothing but a punching bag for a group of bedraggled owners who truly believed they were better than everyone else.
Froggy chuckled and grabbed the bottle of merlot, filling her glass to the rim. “Here, sunshine, I think you need another. I haven’t seen you this antsy in a month. I still think I know exactly what, or who, you need to get you out of your mood.”
Grabbing the glass, she raised her eyebrow before taking a large gulp. “Why don’t you tell me then.” Every other night she was stopping by The Flamingo Rustler restaurant and bar for a nightcap. Alcohol definitely soothed her savage beast in trying to deal with the nutcases that disguised themselves as upstanding citizens. Liquor had become her friend. Wasn’t that a freaking pain in the ass?
Slowly he turned his head toward the kitchen door, grinning mischievously. “Why don’t you take the boss up on his offer of unbridled lust? Think about the possibilities. One night of uninhibited raunchy sex is just what the doctor ordered. I think if you ask him right now, he’ll be happy to ride you like a wild pony. Here he comes now.”
Coughing, Nicky couldn’t help but turn her gaze toward the hottest male she’d ever seen in her life. Mick St. Simons was all beefy brawn at six-foot-five with sun-kissed shoulder length hair and the most dashing cerulean blue eyes she’d ever seen. Without a doubt, his all male swagger and delicious Aussie accent were the very reasons a series of tremors shimmied deep into her pussy every time the man opened his mouth. Shivering, she blinked furiously as she watched him saunter through the crowd of adoring patrons, greeting the long-time customers with a sensuous flair. “Whew.”
“Uh-huh, you’re drooling love,” Froggy murmured as he wiped a single bead of wine from her chin. “You two adore the hell out of each other. Why don’t you go fuck like bunnies and soothe the hunger furrowing inside of you?”
“That’s an interesting way to put it. Why don’t you announce that over the loud speaker so the entire restaurant can hear your shameless thoughts?” But damn, if she didn’t hunger for the rough-hewn man like no other. The thump, thump, thump of her heart matched her scattered breaths as he inched closer. Squeezing her cunt muscles, Nicky knew damn good and well she craved the man who’d toyed with her for six long months. Gulping another large taste of wine, she closed her eyes and tried to control her ridiculous reactions.
Froggy leaned close and sent a pulse of hot breath dancing across her skin. “Yep, you’re hooked and horny. Mick!”
Her eyes flew open and she grabbed his wrist. “Stop it! You know Mick and I wouldn’t be good together.”
He shook his head, wrenched his arm away from her and eased back from the bar. “Quite the contrary. I think the two of you will be sinfully tasty together.” Tipping his head, he sauntered down toward the end of the bar, swaying his hips back and forth to taunt her.
Nicky hissed and stole another lust-filled gaze at Mick. Goddamn, he looked hot as shit. Whew baby! The skin-tight black jeans showed every curve of his delicious round butt and the giant bulge in between his legs. Dear God, Mother Nature had given the man more than his share of testosterone. Feeling a nervous tick on the corner of her mouth, she grabbed the glass of wine and consumed half before setting the glass down onto the bar with a distinct thud. Why the hell was she so nervous around him?
The low timbre of his husky voice sent chills down her spine. Licking her lips, Nicky fought the quivers that threatened to expose her raging, naughty minx desire and turned slowly to face him. “Hey Mick, good crowd tonight.”
Mick tossed his hair back and eyed the dining room. “Sadly, business is off. I need to do something to kick up the heat.” Grinning, he took her hand and slowly brought her fingers to his mouth, kissing her palm then darting his tongue out to trace a long line down from her wrist to the end of her middle finger. As he took just the tip inside, sucking while he flashed his eyes down to her breasts, he hummed.
So, this was what they meant by full-court press. Nicky fought the hungry beast that lived within her, the one that wanted to throw herself over one of the pool tables in the back room, meant for men only. They wouldn’t be making love. They’d be fucking rough and rowdy style. Stop it! Chastising her ridiculous thoughts, she pulled her hand away and caught Froggy’s impious grin from the other side of the bar. “Well, I’m sure you’ll think of something to drum up business.”
“Mick, can Veronica and I have a word with you?” The stunning blond swayed back and forth, her grin laced with a naughty glint. “Hey, Nicky girl, nice to see you. Mick’s been asking about you.” Her smile was laced with mischief.
“Hey, Candy.” Nicky smiled and eyed Mick. Since the first day Nicky had ventured into the neon swathed restaurant, she and Candy had been friends. Had he really been asking about her?
“Sorry luv, the restaurant queen calls. Be right back,” Mick said quietly as he lowered his head and brushed his lips across Nicky’s cheek.
Nicky realized she was holding her breath, her nerves on edge and as he walked away, she homed in on his chiseled butt. “Oh my.”
“Yep, you two are going to have to fuck soon or the restaurant won’t be left standing, given the amount of electricity soaring.” Froggy refilled her glass.
“I do have to drive home.”
I can just see that Aussie now. Can you? This dazzling piece is coming to Blushing Books next week!