Naughty Netherworld Press's Blog: Naughty Netherworld Press on Goodreads, page 6
August 10, 2025
Doomsday Planet Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Sci-Fi / Action - Adventure
Date Published: 07-09-2025
Publisher: Severed Press
About the Author
Doomsday Planet is William Burke’s fifth novel, following a long career in film and television. He was the creator and director of the Destination America paranormal series Hauntings and Horrors and the OLN series Creepy Canada, as well as producing the HBO productions Forbidden Science, Lingerie and Sin City Diaries. His work has garnered high praise from network executives and insomniacs watching Cinemax at 3 a.m.
During the 1990’s Burke was a staff producer for the Playboy Entertainment Group, producing eighteen feature films and multiple television series. He’s acted as Line Producer and Assistant Director on dozens of feature films—some great, some bad and some truly terrible.
Aside from novels Burke has written for Fangoria Magazine, Videoscope Magazine and is a regular contributor to Horrornews.net.
He also served in the United States Air Force, reaching the rank of sergeant.
He can be found at williamburkeauthor.com
Contact Links
Purchase Today
August Full Moon Card with Bonus Rant
The dumb facial expression is an added bonus. I look like I've been drinking for six hours and think it's a good idea to go for round two. I don't drink, and I was in bed before midnight last night. So, this is just my natural gorgeousness. You don't have to hate me because I'm beautiful. Instead, you can hate me because I have the audacity to put myself out there even though I'm far from beautiful!
August 8, 2025
Breaking Deceptions Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Non-Fiction, Current Events, Political Commentary, Media Studies
Date Published: May 7, 2025
Publisher: MindStir Media
Are we being told the truth—or are we living in an age of carefully crafted lies?
In Breaking Deceptions, Kirk Sassak, a mechanical engineer turned first-time author, delivers a powerful exposé on the modern media's role in distorting truth and reshaping national narratives. From COVID-19 misinformation and the Hunter Biden laptop cover-up to the media’s radically different treatment of the 2020 BLM riots and the January 6 Capitol riot, this book takes readers on a gripping journey through some of the most controversial events in recent American history.
With the structured mind of an engineer and the creative soul of a poet, Sassak dissects media narratives with precision and passion—shedding light on the rise of politically motivated journalism and its impact on democracy, freedom, and truth.
🛑 They lied to us about:
● Russian Collusion
● Charlottesville
● COVID Lab Leaks
● Hunter Biden's Laptop
● President Biden’s Mental Fitness
● And much more...
🔥 Whether you're politically left, right, or somewhere in between, Breaking Deceptions challenges you to confront the uncomfortable reality: a biased media is dangerous—no matter whose side they’re on.
Perfect For Readers Who:
● Are concerned about media bias, fake news, and propaganda
● Want to understand how misinformation influences political outcomes
● Appreciate investigative non-fiction that questions mainstream narratives
Seek a thought-provoking, politically charged read rooted in real events
About the Author
Kirk Sassak is a mechanical engineer and Engineering Manager in the ePowertrain division of a global automotive driveline supplier. With over two decades of experience applying structured problem-solving and technical precision, Kirk brings the same analytical mindset to his writing. His passion for truth and clarity—both in engineering and in public discourse—fuels his work as a nonfiction author.
Kirk’s journey as a writer began in 2011 during a professional assignment in Mexico, where he first discovered a surprising talent for poetry. Though his writing took a backseat for nearly a decade, the events of 2020—particularly media coverage surrounding COVID-19 and major political events—reignited his creative drive and moral conviction. Blending the logic of an engineer with the expressive voice of an artist, Kirk now writes with purpose: to challenge mainstream narratives, spark awareness, and advocate for journalistic integrity.
When he’s not writing or managing complex engineering projects, Kirk enjoys exploring the intersections of art, logic, and truth. Breaking Deceptions is his first published book.
Purchase Link
Crossfire Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Crime Thriller, Military Thriller, Action Adventure, Vigilante Justice
Published Date: July 31
Publisher: Runner House Books
“It wasn’t like breaking into a prison was on my bucket list. But then again, neither was helping terrorists stage a jailbreak. And yet, here I was.”
A prison break. Betrayals. Battle for survival.
September 2014. Yemen’s going up in flames, and Americans are caught in the inferno. Delta Force Captain Axel Blaze is sent straight into the
fire to extract Khalid Al-Mansour, an Al-Qaeda moneyman turned informant. Khalid promises intel that could save American lives, but it
comes at a price— his sons must be rescued from a rebel-controlled prison deep in hostile territory.
Blaze’s team pulls off the high-risk breakout, but the fallout is deadly. A chain of betrayals is set off. One of Khalid’s sons turns
traitor, leading Al-Qaeda right to the US embassy. Trapped, outnumbered, and fighting on hostile ground, Blaze and his team face a ruthless enemy
and impossible odds.
But this isn’t just about survival—this is about sending a message.
Blaze won’t just hold the line—he’ll blow the enemy to hell.
_________________
Praise for the series:
“Blaze combines the force of Reacher, the unapologetic badassery of
Dirty Harry, the savagery of Frank Castle, and the calculated precision of Bourne.”
"Blaze is a no-nonsense guy. Shoot second...after head butting the guy first. My kind of hero!"
“Blaze is a badass in the real sense of the word. He doesn’t stop until every bad guy is broken or dead.”
_________________
Readers are saying:
★★★★★ “…non-stop action…”
★★★★★ “…fast and violent…”
★★★★★ “Blaze is the new badass in town!!”
★★★★★ “Must read! This series rocks!!”
About the Author
Bill Runner is the author of eleven books in the bestselling Axel Blaze thriller series. After the resounding success of his debut novel, Blaze
Returns, each subsequent book entered Amazon’s Crime Action Fiction or Military Thriller charts in the Top 5, with his last five books debuting
at #1. By 2025, combined sales for the series had crossed a quarter of a million copies.
Before turning to writing, Bill was an investigative reporter—a background that brings authenticity, depth, and a keen eye for detail to
his stories. His love for classic Westerns and lone ranger heroes profoundly influenced the creation of Axel Blaze, a character who stands
up against injustice no matter the odds.
Bill is an experienced mountain climber and a lifelong martial arts student. His extensive physical training and years on the crime beat
help him craft action scenes that are realistic, vivid, and exhilarating. To learn more about Bill and his books, visit him on Facebook under the name Bill Runner Author.
Contact Links
Purchase Link
Trouble In Heaven Teaser #rabtbooktours
Fantasy / Fiction / Spirituality
Date Published: 11-17-2024
Publisher: Made for Success
In the beginning The Alpha created the heavens and the earth. This story takes place before that.
Excerpt
Shamayim. A perfect place filled with perfect beings living in perfect peace. The Alpha was love, and love was The Alpha, a trait he took great pains to embed within all his created beings. It would have been, therefore, perfectly understandable for this perfect existence to continue unabated. And it would have, had The Alpha not chosen to endow his created beings with the power to choose. But he did, and with that choice came trouble. Trouble in Heaven.
JC Worthington, author of the Trouble Series, is a ministry leader and teacher, driven by his love of God. His imaginative storytelling blends timeless biblical truths with untold stories, taking readers on a mind-bending journey to explore the mysteries woven into Scripture.
Website
R.G. Ryan
R.G. Ryan started writing seriously following a long and satisfying career in the music industry as a songwriter, recording artist, arranger, producer and director of A&R for a couple of record labels. As a songwriter he has over one hundred and fifty songs in publication worldwide and has produced over one hundred album projects. He is the author of the Jake Moriarity series of thrillers, The Voices In My Head (the biography of late Las Vegas entertainment icon, Danny Gans), and the popular Snapshots At St. Arbuck's series. He lives with his first wife on the coast of somewhere beautiful. Can sing a little.
Purchase Link
https://mybook.to/TroubleinHeaven
August 6, 2025
Enjoying the Ride Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Non-fiction Short Stories
Date Published: July 20, 2025
Publisher: MindStir Media
Life isn’t always about big, dramatic moments. Sometimes, the most meaningful experiences are tucked into the folds of our everyday routines—quiet, funny, touching, and occasionally bittersweet. Enjoying the Ride and the Short Stories Along the Way is a heartwarming collection of true short stories drawn from the life of Jennifer Vaughan Lague, an entrepreneur, mother, and grandmother who believes that life is best lived with humor, love, and a touch of perspective.
From nostalgic reflections of childhood to the joys and chaos of raising a blended family, each story is delivered with authenticity, warmth, and a dose of wit. You’ll meet the characters that color her world—family, friends, neighbors—and perhaps even see glimpses of your own life in the process.
Perfect for busy readers or those who prefer bite-sized inspiration, this collection can be picked up and enjoyed one story at a time. Whether you're looking for laughter, a little life wisdom, or a moment of connection, these stories will remind you to slow down, reflect, and most of all—enjoy the ride.
Highlights include:
🌹 A mysterious rose in the yard that says more than words ever could
👩👧 A heartfelt tribute to motherhood and all its messy beauty
🔥 Cozy memories of childhood, tangled hair, and The Muppet Show
🎄 Hilarious moments of parenting during the holidays
👣 A candid reminder not to let fear hold you back from fully living
This book is a love letter to the simple moments that shape us—and a tribute to those we carry in our hearts forever.
✍️ Author Bio
Jennifer Vaughan Lague is an entrepreneur and storyteller based in Southern New Hampshire. As the owner of New England Tie Dye, she combines creative expression with a strong sense of community, building a business that brings color and connection to people’s lives. A loving wife, with a blended family of five adult children and four grandchildren, Jennifer draws inspiration from the joyful, chaotic, and unforgettable moments that come with raising a blended family.
Though her journey as a writer began with a local newspaper column, her stories quickly won hearts for their relatability, humor, and emotional resonance. With Enjoying the Ride and the Short Stories Along the Way, she shares a collection of those columns—true stories that remind us that life’s ordinary moments are often the most extraordinary.
When she’s not writing or working, you’ll find her near the beach or at the dojo—her favorite places to find peace, inspiration, and perspective as both a martial artist and a lifelong learner.
D'Vaire or Nothing Release Blitz #GayBookPromotions
NEW RELEASE
Book Title: D’Vaire or Nothing (D’Vaire, Book 44)
Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley
Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations
Release Date: August 7, 2025
Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Trope: Fated mates
Themes: Love
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 85 108 words
It is not a standalone story, but does not end on a cliffhanger.
Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited
Luck and love await the D’Vaire family at the newest dragon resort.
Blurb
In these five previously unpublished short stories, the D’Vaires are invited to the newest dragon resort, the Deck of Cards.
King of Clubs: The King of Clubs restaurant boasts a menu ranging from flavorful steak to exotic fruits. Grab a seat at a table and dine with many of the beloved couples from the D’Vaire series.
Diamond and Dollars: The heart of this Vegas resort is the casino, and the D’Vaires are ready to discover if the odds favor them. Past the slots and tables is a vast shopping area, and the stores have plenty to tempt even the most discerning customer.
Goddesses Wild: The goddesses are keeping an eye on their treasured D’Vaires from the realm of the dead. Unfortunately, their jovial chat is interrupted by a sudden death with a few clues left to unravel.
Heathcliff’s Heart: Brynewielm Duke Heathcliff D’Vairefenix wants a quick beer, so he escapes to the Hearts bar with a book. When he gets there, Heath finds his mate. Young bartender Brinley Brimstone is saving every penny for an uncertain future. When the phoenix and fire mage meet, flames will surely follow.
Double Spades: For Bard Ashby D’Vaire, everything centers on his career, family, and garden. But Ashby is missing the love of a partner. It is with great reluctance that Seltivare Tristis takes a job at the Deck of Cards. But the elf’s misgivings are lost on his first night at work when he crosses paths with a jaguar hybrid who is determined to make his dreams come true.
Excerpt
Moving ahead of his family so he could open the tall door designed to look like an ace of hearts, Heathcliff smiled. “We’re D’Vaires. If we aren’t weird, we’ll get kicked out of the mansion.”
“That’s definitely not how that works,” Scheredin muttered.
Laughing, Heathcliff waited for everyone to walk into the bar. His chuckles died the second he followed them inside. Thanks to his elven ancestors, he’d lacked sexuality until that moment. To Heathcliff’s horror, his cock tented his trousers, and the sharp spicy scent of pink peppercorns consumed his senses.
Somewhere in the bar was his mate. Desperate to find him or her, Heathcliff looked around. His gaze unerringly landed on a man with shocked blue eyes and brown hair glowing a little red in the bar’s moody lighting. Heathcliff’s phoenix screeched with delight and a desire to know everything about the ignis mage staring at them.
“Heath, what’s wrong?” Kieran asked.
Too busy staring at the man, Heathcliff barely heard his brother’s question. His mate was in dark pants paired with a black-and-white shirt with giant red hearts down the right side.
“Wrong?” Heathcliff repeated dumbly as he edged farther toward the mage. Although he wanted to run to the man Fate had given him, Heathcliff needed his body to calm first. The last thing he wanted to do was point his erection at his other half as they spoke. It was mortifying to have no control over his hormones, but Heathcliff understood the overwhelming attraction.
The sorcerer was pretty with his nearly pouty lips and the slight upturn of his nose. He’d enhanced his dark lashes and added a bit of liner to give his eyes a smoky look that suited a man born to manipulate fire.
“Heathcliff, why the fuck are you still standing near the door? What’s wrong?” Kieran demanded.
With some blood finally returning to his brain, Heathcliff blinked heavily and glanced briefly at a concerned Kieran.
“Ignis mage,” Heathcliff said. “Do you see him?”
“Tall hot guy with blue eyes?” Scheredin asked.
“Tall is relative, I guess,” Kieran murmured.
“Yeah, yeah,” Brexton retorted. “Our people are short. So, I’d guess the mage is maybe eight or nine inches over five feet. Tall to us. Not to the towering phoenix shifters with us. Anyway, what about the mage, Heath?”
“He’s my mate,” Heathcliff answered, though the reality of the situation was far from settling in.
Kieran cheered and the other three clapped, which drew the attention of everyone in the bar. The guests were family, so questions would be asked later, but Heathcliff didn’t care. His lone concern was learning more about the mage.
“Let’s go introduce ourselves,” Scheredin insisted as he led the charge toward the startled sorcerer with Kieran in tow.
To spare the man from being interrogated, Heathcliff followed his family, and his phoenix grew calmer the closer he stepped to the ignis mage. As astonishing and frightening as it was to find the other half of his soul, his beast’s instincts were already screaming for him to claim the man with a bite.
“Hi, I’m Scher, what’s your name?” Scheredin asked.
The ignis mage swallowed thickly and kept his blue gaze locked on Heathcliff’s face. “Hi. Yes, hello. Um, my name is Brinley.”
Heathcliff was desperate to touch him, so he stuck his hand out to shake. “Hi, Brinley. I’m Heath.”
“Brynewielm Duke Heathcliff D’Vairefenix,” Kieran muttered.
“Oh, nice to meet you, Your Grace,” Brinley said as he slid his elegant hand into Heathcliff’s. The touch of his mate soothed Heathcliff, and his anxiety dropped by several notches as he smiled at Brinley. The ignis mage offered him an enchanting grin.
It sucked to pull his arm away, but it would’ve been weirder to hold on to Brinley forever, despite Heathcliff’s phoenix begging him to do just that. Heathcliff introduced the rest of their group, and Brinley greeted them, but his captivating gaze kept returning to Heathcliff. He’d take that as an excellent sign.
“I know you’re working now, but maybe we could talk later?” Heathcliff asked, almost pissed at himself for nearly rushing upstairs to read a book. If Scheredin hadn’t talked him into staying out for an hour, he would’ve missed meeting Brinley.
“I’d like that very much, Your Grace,” Brinley said, pulling out his phone and giving Heathcliff his number.
“Please call me Heath.”
Brinley cocked his head. “Aren’t you going to give me your number?”
“Yeah, sorry, I swear I’m usually not scatterbrained, but I’m overwhelmed. I wasn’t expecting to meet you.”
“It definitely hasn’t sunk in for me that I’m standing here talking to my mate right now.”
“I nearly missed you,” Heathcliff confided, then gave Brinley his number.
“Yeah, my brother is desperate to read a new book and wanted to ditch us,” Kieran said.
“I can handle this on my own, thank you,” Heathcliff told Kieran.
About the Author
Jessamyn Kingley has published over forty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary passion for her characters, Jessamyn eagerly crafts new tales and avidly re-reads them whenever her schedule allows. Jessamyn shares a home in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not writing or adding new ideas to her thick stack of beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.
Join her Facebook group, Jessamyn's Ruffian's
August 5, 2025
Party Animal Teaser #rabtbooktours
The following post contains material suitable only for readers 18+.
Contemporary Gay Romance, Polyamorous
Date Published: August 8, 2025
Casey can get just about any man he wants, except for the one he wants the most.
Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there's always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who isn't interested and suddenly it's a challenge he can't resist.
ADULT EXCERPT
“Suck me tender.”
“Hey dumbass, I’m the boss here. If you didn’t have a big shlong, you wouldn’t get any screen time.”
I picked up the towel and covered up my biggest asset. “Jealous much?”
Max looked like he was ready to blow steam but he clenched his jaw and nodded toward the king-sized bed. It was all decked out in white linen, the better to show off our tanned bodies. “I want you and Joey to do a fast run through, no sex, before we start filming.”
“Time is money,” I said, throwing his own words back at him. “I don’t need to rehearse.”
“Says you. Did you even read the script?”
“Course I did. Masturbate first, and then Joey walks in and gives me a hand. It’s not rocket science.” It was an easy scene. I could do it in my sleep. I never have a problem getting hard, especially when I know somebody’s watching.
“Okay Mr. Motherfucking-Know-It-All, do your thing.”
I sat on the bed and leaned back against the headboard.
Max spit out one word. “Action.”
I started rubbing my cock through the material of the towel. After a minute, I flung open the towel and let my dick take a bow. It was stiff and begging for attention but I ignored it. Slowly I ran my hands down my chest, tweaking my nipples until they were erect. It didn’t take long. My hot buttons are super sensitive. A delicious warmth spread through my groin. It was time to give my prick some attention. I gave it a few easy strokes, taking my time so I could show off my body. Occasionally I glanced at the camera with a smoldering gaze. Then I started jerking off in a steady rhythm.
Nobody knows my hot spots like I do. It didn’t take long for my breathing to speed up. My balls drew up tight and I knew I was close. Where the heck was Joey? He should have been here by now. I wanted to give him a cum shower. Max was a shit director. One day I’d direct my own films. I tried to hold off, but my cock was throbbing. Fuck it. I was too close. One more hard stroke and I hosed myself down with a massive cum load.
White cream covered my chest, up to my neck and under my chin. I groaned, scooped some up with my fingers and licked them clean. I knew I looked hot as hell.
“Cut!” Max stood over me, hands on hips. “I tell you when to come.”
“You can’t hold back momentum, Max.” One of these days I’ll quit mouthing off, but not today. “If you could get it up, you’d know that.”
If looks could kill I would have died right then, but Max couldn’t touch me. I was golden. Nobody made the studio more money than I did.
“Face it, Max. I know what my audience wants and I give it to them. That’s why you pay me the big bucks.”
“Get over yourself, princess. You’re a fucking porn actor. There’s a thousand more waiting to take your place.”
As usual, Paul, the cameraman and peacemaker, tried to diffuse the situation. “This is good stuff, Max. The guys will eat it up.”
Max gave him a disgusted look and turned back to me. “You got anything left for Joey?”
“Does a tin man have a stainless steel cock?”
Everybody laughed except Max. Fuck him. He turned his back, but not before he took another long look at my chest. I smiled as I lay back against the pillows. Look all you want, Max, but you’ll never get your hands on this body. But I knew he’d take the film home and masturbate to it all night.
“Hey, Cox.”
My head jerked up at the sound of Joey’s voice. People tend to think that porn stars don’t have real lives. They think that, given the nature of what we do for a living, we must be emotionally detached and incapable of having a real relationship. That’s only partly true. While I don’t have, need, or want, a significant other, I have my sister, Julie, and my best friends, Joey and Paul.
Joey is not only a friend, he’s also a great costar. He’s a lean six feet, with short spiky blond hair and brown eyes. The dude is practically hairless while I sport a sexy trail of dark hair that leads to a well-manicured bush. The camera loves the contrasts between us, and so do the guys who buy our videos. We spend so much time together, it was only natural we’d become buddies.
Grinning, Joey sat on the bed. “You just can’t help yourself, can you, Casey?” He started wiping my chest with a warm, wet cloth.
About the Author
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.Some things never change.
Author Links
Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok: @changelingpress
Bad Actors in Publishing
Image by AvocetGEO from Pixabay
August 6 question - What is the most unethical practice in the publishing industry?
I'm going to say honestly that I don't know. However, there are a lot of bad actors in the publishing industry. Many of these bad actors can be found on the Writer Beware blog.
https://writerbeware.blog/
Buy Link:https://amzn.to/45kzyHX
Here is the blurb for the book by Michael N. Marcus.
Outskirts Press calls itself "the fastest-growing full-service publishing provider." It published seven books in 2002, its first year, and over 5,000 books in 2009. Some of those books, and the press releases that promote them, are filled with silly errors that should have been avoided. When authors are disappointed and enraged., service reps hide behind the fine print of a contract that does not warrant that books will be error-free. Outskirts is also inept (and dishonest) when it promotes itself. Its website, emails, press releases, blogs and promotional literature have factual errors, mistakes in grammar, spelling and arithmetic- and deliberate distortion. Outskirts uses such grandiose phrases as "a veritable army of publishing professionals" to attract customers - but those professionals tell lies to make independent self-publishing seem much harder than it really is. Although Outskirts uses such buzzwords as "self-publishing" and "print-on-demand," it's really a vanity publisher. Vanity publishers make most of their money by selling services and overpriced trinkets to naïve authors - not by selling books to readers. The books are often ugly, unedited and overpriced. They sell poorly, and are seldom reviewed. This book was written to make potential customers of Outskirts Press and other vanity publishers aware of the trouble that likely awaits them, and to let vanity publishers know that their lies and failures will be noticed and publicized. It's also a very funny book.
My ExperienceI fell victim to Outskirts Press when I published my first book back in 2007. I lost thousands of dollars and stopped writing for five years. I kick myself every day for being so stupid. However, I think more than anything else, I was desperate. I knew my story would never have mainstream appeal. The options available to self-published authors today simply were not available in 2007.
Predatory publishers like Outskirts Press still exist, preying on people desperate to tell their stories. These people are often broken souls, having had very little support or encouragement during their lives. Taking advantage of such people certainly falls into the category of evil.
Ornery Owl Has Spoken
Free Use Image from Open Clipart Vectors
https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/p/iwsg-sign-up.html
The Brat Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
Mafia Romance, Age Gap, Suspense
Date Published: August 8, 2025
Betty Ann
I love my position as the daughter of the King of Clubs. I do what I want, when I want, and get what I want -- I don't like being told no. Ever. Daddy lets me get away with everything. Not Sarge, though. He drives me crazy and makes me play by the rules... So why do I want to keep him around?
Sarge
I'm Army to the core and live for the rules. I need order, but BA creates chaos. She pushes and demands. She wants everything... So why do I want to give it to her? I can't resist her and I should. Her father will destroy me if I touch her and I very much want to touch her. But is the saucy woman in the mini dress worth my life?
She just might be.
The following excerpt contains material suitable only for readers 18+.
EXCERPT
Betty Ann
“I don’t think there’s any man who can tame me, Nina.” Betty Ann Morris stood in front of her floor-length mirror and ran her fingers through her stick-straight hair. “I don’t.”
Nina, her best friend and closest confidante, joined her at the mirror. “I don’t know. You’re nineteen. I’m sure there’s someone out there. Has to be.”
Betty Ann considered what Nina had said, but didn’t agree. She wasn’t that naive. Men viewed her one of two ways -- either as the pixie that needed to be given some experience, only to find out she had more than they did, or as a tart who deserved to be treated like shit.
“You don’t believe me.” Nina shrugged, then walked out of view. “You’ve grown up too fast. So have I, but whatever.”
“Deep.” Betty Ann turned on her heel and strode over to her closet. Nina wasn’t wrong about them growing up too fast. How could she not? Her father – known as The King of Clubs -- owned the biggest chain of nightclubs in the tristate area. She’d frequented his clubs since she was far too young to be in such places. She’d mixed with the wrong crowds and tried things she never should’ve been around.
Why? It was fun. She flipped a lock of her hair over her shoulder, then considered her wardrobe. “We’re going out tonight.”
“Like we do every Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.” Nina padded across the thick carpet. She held up a teal sequined dress, then tossed the garment onto the bed. “What about that one?” She pointed to a black dress.
“Might work.” She wasn’t sure which dress she’d choose. She’d seen a few things in her nineteen years. Getting close to her wasn’t possible most of the time. If her father wasn’t forcing men away, they ended up dead. “Where do you want to go? Vodka Lounge? Or The Martini?”
“I thought we’d try the new one. Hitchcock’s.” Nina shrugged into a tight pink dress. The bright color worked well with her dark hair. The fabric pressed against her breasts and showcased her nipples. When she danced, she’d definitely gain attention.
“I like that dress on you. Looks better with your complexion than it does with mine.” She yanked dresses aside, until she found something suitable. “How about this one?” She plucked a navy dress. The garment sparkled with a few thousand crystals.
“Yes.” Nina nodded. She laced up the side of her dress. “That works with your curves and the color of your hair.”
Betty Ann had to agree. She’d spent a fortune on the bleaching process this time around. Some might want the brassy look, but she insisted on her blonde being as California blonde as possible. Beachy, natural-looking and perfect for her skin tone. Call her vain, but she insisted she looked good.
She stepped into the dress and slipped her arm through the lone strap. Once she adjusted the garment around her breasts, showcasing plenty of cleavage, she zipped the side. The second the fabric encased her torso, a jolt of electricity rocked through her. The right dress always set the tone for the night.
She pulled her hair back from her face and stood before her makeup table.
“That’s one thing I’ve always loved about you. Unlike most girls our age, you know how to do your makeup without overdoing it,” Nina said. “I’m jealous of your skills with a makeup brush.”
“The trick is to keep your makeup as simple as possible so it looks natural. If you do that, then you won’t age yourself.” She finished applying a nude eye shadow, then applied the perfect cat-eye liner.
“Are you going to bag a man tonight?” Nina asked. She pursed her lips before swiping another line of lipstick across her bottom lip. “You always do -- when you want one.”
“I’m considering it.” She finished her makeup, then left the mirror. “I never get turned down. You don’t either.”
“Because I get your leftovers.” Nina remained at the mirror. “I don’t think that guy at The Martini was all that thrilled to get me over you.”
“He wasn’t my type and he sure seemed interested in you.” Betty Ann opened the door to her shoe closet. “That’s why I steered him to you.”
“I didn’t mind, but it would’ve been nice if he did like me.” Nina finished her makeup. “I’m not gorgeous like you.”
“Who says?” She selected a pair of strappy sandals. She’d been walking in heels since she was thirteen and had perfected her sway.
“Me.” Nina stepped into her shoes, then picked up her clutch purse. “You like to play with fire. Those guys at the club aren’t going to want a princess.”
She snorted. “You’re saying I’m a princess?” Of course, she was. She insisted on getting her way, she could be a brat and she demanded a lot from everyone.
“You should have a crown.” Nina clicked her purse shut. “Are we going to be able to bring purses or just keep them in the car?”
“Car.” She fastened the strap on her left shoe, then adjusted the one on the right shoe. “It’s safer that way. We won’t get our shit stolen and the bouncers have to do whatever I want.” She’d been spoiled that way.
“I know.” Nina waited for Betty Ann to finish smoothing her dress. “You’re going to find a guy who isn’t turned on by your princess act, won’t like that you can’t exist without daddy’s money and clout, and he’ll make you think twice about your lifestyle.”
“Right,” she replied. “I know who to play with and who to throw back. If the guy is going to give me too much shit, then he’s not worth it. Let’s go.” She flicked her hand.
With Nina behind her, she strode downstairs to the ground floor, through the kitchen to the expansive foyer before stopping under the covered driveway arch.
Her favorite car was driven up to where she stood and Dirks, the driver she liked best, exited the vehicle. He opened the back door for her.
“Thank you, Dirks.” She settled on the seat, then moved over for Nina. “We’re going to Hitchcock’s.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He closed the door behind Nina and hustled around the hood to the driver’s side. The privacy glass kept him from listening to their conversation. She swore he still listened in on what she said, but she wasn’t positive.
“You might know who to play with and who to avoid, but there’s a guy out there who won’t be such a pushover,” Nina said. “One you can’t order around.”
“I doubt that.” Betty Ann stared out the window at the landscape flying by. Living on more than one hundred acres was nice, but it made quick trips to town almost impossible. “Men are here to be played with. They don’t want relationships -- not with a girl like me.”
Guys her age wanted to bag “the hot chick” and older men wanted to bag the “hot young girl.” If she was told one more time she had coltish legs, she’d scream. Yes, she had long legs and knew how to wrap them around a man’s waist during sex, but she wasn’t wobbly on those legs. Not by a long shot.
“What do you mean?” Nina asked. “You’ll find a man tonight. Bet me you won’t.”
“How much?”
“One hundred bucks.”
Nina hadn’t even flinched. Damn. “You’re on. What are the terms?”
“I bet you find the one man tonight that makes you give him two nights. The guy who makes you think twice. You’ll get hung up on him,” Nina said. “And you’ll like it.”
“And I bet you that’s all bullshit.”
Nina shrugged, then held out her hand. “You’ll see.”
“Nina.” She nudged her friend. “It won’t happen.” Men were toys to play with. They were meant to be discarded when they outlived their welcome. There was always another waiting when she desired.
“You’ll get hung up on this one and lose your head.” Nina laughed. “Not that I want your money. I want to see you eat your words.”
“Never.”
About the Author
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various e-tailer sites.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.
Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok: @changelingpress
Pre-Order Today
Naughty Netherworld Press on Goodreads
- Naughty Netherworld Press's profile
- 5 followers
