Naughtier Than Nice - Softcover

Dickey, Eric Jerome

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0451476727 ISBN 13: 9780451476722

Publisher: Dutton, 2016

Synopsis

New York Times bestselling author Eric Jerome Dickey revisits the scene of his sexy holiday romp Naughty or Nice, as the McBroom sisters’ romantic adventures make for a white (hot) Christmas.
 
The lives of Frankie, Tommie, and Livvy McBroom haven't turned out quite as planned.
 
Frankie has a pair of stalkers, and she calls upon Driver, an ex-con, to bail her out of a potentially life-threatening situation...
 
Tommie and her long-time love Blue are now engaged, but due to something her more-mature fiancé has done, the wedding is indefinitely on hold, and Tommie has found herself captivated by to a younger man...
 
Livvy is unable to overcome the psychological barrier caused by her husband Tony’s affair. Their rare relations are by her rules and under certain conditions—it has to be a ménage à trois...
 
Though as close as any sisters could be, none wants the other two to know the dark secrets she is hiding. And during this season, all of the McBroom sisters are Naughtier than Nice.

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About the Author

Eric Jerome Dickey is the New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty previous novels as well as a six-issue miniseries of graphic novels featuring Storm (X-Men) and the Black Panther. Originally from Memphis, Dickey now lives on the road and rests in whatever hotel will have him.

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof***

Copyright © 2015 Eric Jerome Dickey

Frankie

Hoodwinked. Bamboozled. Betrayed. My rage was bottomless.

My younger sister Tommie told me that I suffered from dysphoria—a state of feeling unwell—due to overthinking, insomnia, and depression. My middle sister, Livvy, said I was just pissed the fuck off.

I agreed with Livvy. I was pissed off to a level of pissivity previously unknown to womankind.

I scowled at what had been my engagement ring—a two-carat Petra Gems platinum engagement ring—and cursed Franklin Carruthers. It was a ring that looked like the truest of true loves. We’d flown to New Providence Island, leased a suite at Sandals Royal Bahamian Spa, and had a driver take us to John Bull on Bay Street. While the luxury of Gucci, Cartier, Rolex, Bvlgari, and Citizen’s lines surrounded us, we picked out amazing rings, then set a date and planned a beach wedding in Turks and Caicos. I’d had the ring appraised. Twenty grand. If only love could be appraised to see if it’s true or just a chunk of cubic zirconium. After we’d come home from the Bahamas, we had all gone out to a sunset dinner in Marina Del Rey, and Franklin eased down on his knees in front of my sisters, Monica, Tony, and Blue. Franklin had asked me to marry him, gave a speech praising me and made it official, slid a ring on my finger knowing bigamy was illegal.

Franklin Carruthers. We used to call ourselves Frankie and Frankie. I’d seen a chance Christmastime meeting with a man who had been christened with the male version of my name as a sign. I thought I’d found my knight in shining armor, but he was just another liar wrapped in aluminum foil.

We’d announced to our friends and on social media that we were going to be Mrs. Franklin and Frankie Carruthers. I changed my status from SINGLE to ENGAGED to let other men know they’d missed out on the last single McBroom and to let other women know I’d been bumped up to first class. I had imagined our entire life together, up until the end. The wedding was to be my rebirth. I’d expected both of my sisters to be with me in a thousand photos. Had imagined Tommie, Livvy, and me with big smiles and tears of joy as the McBroom girls stood near the shore and its turquoise water. Life was a false perfect.

We’d become one of those sickening, attention-seeking, braggadocious couples on social media, broadcasting our love for each other at sunrise, having public conversations from the time we left each other to the moment we were back in the same space, tweeting witticisms, and pretty much uploading a new amorous photo every day. We were both entrepreneurs, a power couple living life to the utmost.

We’d taken time from our respective businesses, wanted to be alone, and traveled the world. Our sabbatical from Cali lasted two months. We handled all of our affairs by phone, proxy, e-mail, and fax.

He was going to be my husband, so there were no holds barred.

So many memories were captured in more than ten thousand digital photos.

In Italy, Franklin pulled me to a concealed outdoor location, and as people walked by unaware, that country boy gave cunnilingus like I was better than Momma’s baked chicken. My 'Bama man was a wicked double-dipper—would feast on me, rock me real good, then, while it was hot, ease down for seconds. After the loving, we rushed by Renaissance and Baroque architecture, laughed as we passed by the world’s finest collections of sculptures, carvings, frescoes, and paintings to rejoin the walking tour for the Vatican Museums, the Sistine Chapel, Raphael’s Rooms, and St. Peter’s Basilica. Having an orgasm, then looking up and seeing incredible frescoes by Michelangelo was like being in God’s living room. Photo after photo, my love hangover had me giggling, glowing, before the beautiful Pietà sculpture. We tried to behave but acted like out-of-control teenagers with YOLO tattooed in invisible ink across our foreheads. The magnificent engagement ring on my hand told me this was the start of perfection.

It hurts to remember how big a fool I was. Two months of traveling, and there was no foreshadowing of what was yet to come. The ones we make love to today will screw us tomorrow.

Before we had taken our vacation, we had gone to see a renowned specialist in Beverly Hills. It blew my mind. We were trying to make a baby while we were in Paris, Italy, and Africa. Not an accidental baby. An intentional baby. I wanted to be pregnant before my middle sister, Livvy, and definitely before our younger sister, Tommie. I was the oldest McBroom sister on this branch and that was my right, to have the first McBroom grandchild. After we had taken our sabbatical and returned home, after we had been greeted by all of our friends and family, we were in my house, in my master bedroom.

The Titanic had been unsinkable, the Hindenburg indestructible, the Luftwaffe unbeatable.

My relationship with Franklin was supposed to be as unbreakable as the Chicago Bulls during the 1995–1996 season. I’ll never forget that night when my romantic illusions came to an end.

About this edition

• Publisher: Dutton
• Publication date: 2016
• ISBN 10: 0451476727
• ISBN 13: 9780451476722
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 368