Title: Sweet Vengeance
Series: Iron Ladies #2
Series: Iron Ladies #2
Author: Danielle Norman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 10, 2019
Blurb
The handoff of an orchid colored card was all it took to
call the Iron Ladies, a whisper network of women.
They specialized in bringing abusive men to their knees.
Men who abused women and abused power, men like the
Camden’s.
Sunday Prescott was a tech goddess, cyber espionage was her
specialty.
During her latest assignment, she uncovered more than she
ever hoped for: Bo Camden.
He was just like his father, right?
But the butterflies in her stomach told her something
different.
And the touch of his lips left her breathless.
She was torn between sleeping with the enemy or
getting vengeance...Sweet Vengeance.
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Excerpt
"Oh, shit, get a load of this," Sunday hollered
from behind her computer. "Someone finally came forward and gave a tell-all
on that recluse billionaire, Alex Ruehle. Apparently, he has lots of women, and
they all know about each other."
"And they don't care?" Adeline asked.
"No. Doesn't seem like it," Sunday confirmed.
Sunday
"If they don't care, then neither should we, let's move on." Melanie huffed.
"Wait, wait." Sunday held up one hand. "It's his pet names for the women that people are freaking out over. They have a hierarchy, and the one with the most seniority is called Clam One. The next is Clam Two."
"Did you say clam?" Adeline slid one hand down her long ponytail.
"Yep. And they know it, and they refer to themselves as it. He has five in total. Well, maybe four now since it was Clam Five who gave the tell-all."
"Can you imagine being called Clam?" Adeline asked. "Or worse, having your man say, I'm going to eat that clam, Clam."
"So, if he screws up and calls Clam Two Clam Three by mistake, is that a clam jam?" Olivia asked.
"No, I think if Clam Three shows up when it is Clam Two's time, then it is a clam jam, sort of like a cock block." Olivia was laughing so hard she could barely get the words out. "I wonder what he bought them for Christmas. The finest Eau De Clam Juice?"
"Pearl necklaces?" Olivia offered.
"Go, let me read in peace." Sunday smiled at her friends.
"Hey, this is some funny shit right here, they should add our commentary in those gossip rags." Adeline walked over and gave Sunday a hug. "Besides, you don't read in peace. You always read aloud. Normally, we just don't bother commenting. This was really too good to let pass."
"If we can get Sunday off the computer for five minutes maybe we can discuss . . . I don't know, work?" Melanie asked.
"Fine. You have my undivided attention. Shoot.”
"And they don't care?" Adeline asked.
"No. Doesn't seem like it," Sunday confirmed.
Sunday
"If they don't care, then neither should we, let's move on." Melanie huffed.
"Wait, wait." Sunday held up one hand. "It's his pet names for the women that people are freaking out over. They have a hierarchy, and the one with the most seniority is called Clam One. The next is Clam Two."
"Did you say clam?" Adeline slid one hand down her long ponytail.
"Yep. And they know it, and they refer to themselves as it. He has five in total. Well, maybe four now since it was Clam Five who gave the tell-all."
"Can you imagine being called Clam?" Adeline asked. "Or worse, having your man say, I'm going to eat that clam, Clam."
"So, if he screws up and calls Clam Two Clam Three by mistake, is that a clam jam?" Olivia asked.
"No, I think if Clam Three shows up when it is Clam Two's time, then it is a clam jam, sort of like a cock block." Olivia was laughing so hard she could barely get the words out. "I wonder what he bought them for Christmas. The finest Eau De Clam Juice?"
"Pearl necklaces?" Olivia offered.
"Go, let me read in peace." Sunday smiled at her friends.
"Hey, this is some funny shit right here, they should add our commentary in those gossip rags." Adeline walked over and gave Sunday a hug. "Besides, you don't read in peace. You always read aloud. Normally, we just don't bother commenting. This was really too good to let pass."
"If we can get Sunday off the computer for five minutes maybe we can discuss . . . I don't know, work?" Melanie asked.
"Fine. You have my undivided attention. Shoot.”
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Author Bio
Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double
for Heidi Klum and a backup singer for Adele. Now, she spends her days trying
to play keep away from Theo James who won’t stop calling her or asking her
out.
And all of this happens before she wakes up and faces
reality where in fact she is a 50 something mom with grown kids, she's been
married longer than Theo’s been alive, and now get her kicks riding a Harley.
As far as her body, she can thank, Ben & Jerry’s for
that as well as gravity and vodka. But she says that she could never be Adele’s
backup since she never stops saying the F-word long enough to actually sing.
Danielle writes about kickass women with even better shoes
and the men that try to tame them (silly silly men).
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