Title: Attack Zone
Author: Rebecca Jennifer
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover by Alyssa Garcia at Uplifting Designs.
About Attack Zone:
I had one goal.
Win an Olympic Medal.
Winning the Ladies Figure Skating Olympic Gold Medal should be my only focus, but my life has other plans for me. My father, the U. S. Senator, and my Stepmonster like to remind me that my role in our family comes with great expectations — and even greater responsibility.
Translation: Marry a man that will make them even more prestigious and powerful.
But that’s not my plan.
I have one last chance to prove myself.
And now, on top of everything else, I have to aid the sexy as sin Detective Kane F**king Green in finding the person who killed my friend.
My name is Sophia Eleonore Dubois, and holy mother of Dorothy Hamill, my life just got complicated. . .
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“Sit your fine asses down right
now!” Verna barks.
And they do.
“We have called you all here for an
important announcement!” she yells. “Not for you two assclowns to tear up this
restaurant—that we happen to like—because you’re a bunch of whining babies.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they both say, duly
chagrined.
“What announcement would that be?” I
say.
“I’m glad you asked,” Marla says as
she drops a huge duffel bag onto the table. It’s way too big for her to be
hauling around, but she lifts it with ease.
“We’ve decided to take on a new
venture,” Verna adds.
“Granny—” Shelby warns.
“Nana,” Trent adds, “I thought we
agreed no more crime-fighting.”
“And no more danger,” Shelby
finishes his thoughts.
“We did,” Marla says.
“And we still do,” Verna clarifies.
“But we felt . . .”
“Bored,” Marla says
matter-of-factly. “We were bored.”
“And now we’re business owners!”
Verna cheers. “Aren’t you all excited?”
“Yeah, sure,” Trent says, not
thinking much of it.
“Well, aren’t you going to ask us
what we’re selling?” Marla asks, dejected.
“I was just getting around to that,”
Shelby says as the narrowed slits of her eyes are aimed directly at Trent.
Okay,
what’s going on here?
“We’re your newest home Pleasure
Party consultants!” they cheer.
Shelby chokes on her water.
“Don’t worry. We’re sending everyone
home with samples,” Marla says with a smile.
“I still don’t understand,” I say.
Kane just laughs from behind me like a loon.
“Yeah, me either,” Trent says.
“It means we are here to help you
with all of your . . . um . . . personal—”
“Don’t finish that thought,” Shelby
growls.
“Needs,” Verna says with a laugh and
sticks her tongue out at Shelby.
“That’s right. We’ve got your
vibrators, your dildos, your anal plugs and beads, and a really cool swing. I
bet that swing could really liven things up with Harold,” Marla shares.
“I don’t think I need that stuff,” I
mumble.
“I don’t know, babe. I’ve got some
great ideas,” Kane whispers in my ear.
“But wait, there’s more!” Verna
cheers excitedly.
“Jesus Fucking Christ, I don’t think
I can handle more,” Trent groans with his face buried in Shelby’s hair.
Kane just laughs at his friend’s
misery.
“Check out Big Thunder!” they cry
out as they set the mother of all rubber cocks on the table for God and all to
see.
“Holy shit!” Kane laughs.
“What is that monster?” I croak.
“Clearly, Kane hasn’t given her the
business,” Daisy comments. “Maybe you should take Big Thunder for a
test-drive.”
I’m shaking my head, but I don’t
need to because Kane is starting to shout as Trent laughs like a hyena. This
whole luncheon has really derailed.
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1 Comments
OMG this read sounds like it will be really funny and sexy at the same time! Thanks!
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