Fuchsia Hot Pants & Pink Lemonade…Easter Blog Hop

Posted: April 6, 2012 in Uncategorized

What you say? REALLY? Yes, indeed I enjoy mixing it up with writing all things campy as well as kinky so… I write romantic comedy and this is my third piece in the PINKED Collection and a very fun one. The characters all stay the same and the good times float by in the blink of an eye BUT…remember there are always horrific crimes that happen. Just with things like weedeaters and epoxy guns as opposed to guns and knives. Let’s take a taste of my soon to be released on April 17th from Rebel Ink Press and a funny little ride.

FUCHSIA HOT PANTS & PINK LEMONADE

Chapter One

“You have to be kidding me. Strippers? I have a bad feeling this night is going to hell in a hand basket quickly,” Nicky French hissed through clenched teeth.

“Now wait a minute, girl. I kinda like the sexy blond over there. My God. I think he’s packin’ more than eight inches. You should go for him. Whew, baby! Wouldn’t hurt to get a little nookie. Oh I forgot. You don’t do that kind of thing any longer.”

“Would you stop?” Nicky raised her eyebrow at Ruby Dettrix, her best friend, ace reporter and the local-girl-on-the-fast-track to make it to the Today show. Ruby was also a vixen in stilettos and always ready for a good time. “Need I remind you this was supposed to be a family event?” Checking her watch, the fact it was only four in the afternoon meant she had a long night of dealing with weirdo’s ahead of her. There was something about watching the group of men and women dancing to blaring disco music wearing what could only be described as Caribbean ghetto attire to keep her a bit frosty.

“Since when has anything to do with Leopard’s Pointe been a family event? Come on. Let’s get a drink. Looks like they’re serving up Betty’s famous Iced Pink Lemonade.”

“Great. The Vice President of the Board is bartending. What’s next? A hot game of strip poker?” That meant the party was going to get out of hand quickly. Nicky glanced around the filled-to-capacity clubhouse and had to admit the renovation team had done a fantastic job of rebuilding and updating the community’s party zone. As she dodged a beach ball headed directly for her head, she knew why the place had been given the nickname The Zoo.

“As long as those four sexy hunks are involved, I’m game.” Ruby stated as she snapped her gum.

Nicky was already exhausted from a long week of dealing with the final paperwork on the rebuild of the clubhouse. And the five hour Board meeting the night before hadn’t helped her mood one bit. Then again, cranky was her middle name as of late. At least the community had a brand spanking new clubhouse. The madman had done a solid job of blowing it to bits in a fiery blackmail attempt. Well, the oversized place had been outdated with madras coverings and ugly pea green walls. The beautiful ocean breeze look was much better suited to the surroundings. And somehow she knew the lovely location would be destroyed in less than a year given the wild parties thrown by the community. There was nothing like bikers and hookers and strippers oh my.

“Hey, Nicky! Where’s that hot cop lover of yours?” A man screamed over the roar of the crowd.

“Yeah, Nicky!” The woman in Pepto Bismol pink screeched.

“You go, girl.” Wearing nothing but a thong, the man swayed his hips back and forth as three women cat-called and whistled.

“No man should wear a thong,” Nicky groaned and resisted giving Ray Switzer, her Leopard’s Pointe Board President the finger. Her love life had always been gluttonous folly for the crazies in the community. It seemed every day she hated her job of community manager of the gated community more and more. “I need a vacation.” Nodding to Betty, the rather scandalous Vice President of the homeowner’s association, she was at least glad the woman was dressed down for once. Then again, shocking orange was the brassy blonde’s favorite color.

“Drink this and you’ll feel better.” Ruby brushed her hand through her curly, red hair as she handed Nicky a tall glass.

“You’ll feel like dancing in the streets or more,” Betty said as slid her finger back and forth across the seam of her mouth.

Nicky swallowed hard as she gazed at the frothy concoction. When Betty made drinks, people got naked. Yes you did and the entire community isn’t going to let you live it down. Hushing her ugly little voice, she took a sip from the fuchsia straw and almost gagged. “Jesus, Betty. Trying to kill us?”

“Hey. We haven’t had a thing to celebrate around here since the desperados blew up the joint. Let’s have some fun. I think the committee members have a series of spectacular games planned for in addition to casino. You gambling, sugar? I am and you must know what’s on the menu,” Betty cooed as she licked her lips and smiled mischievously at the dark headed stripper.

“I’ve afraid to ask.” Great. Nicky knew all the community needed was a gambling event.

“Beefcake and take a look at the stunning boys preening in preparation. Gonna do him in the pool later.” As Betty ogled the group of muscular men, she sucked on her straw, licking up and down the length.

“Unbelievable. Every day I need a cat scan.” Glancing around the room, Nicky could only imagine what brand of crazy had been cooked up. Strippers and gambling. Granted, the entire community had been somber since the murders were solved almost two months before. This would be the last summer blow out. Thank freaking God it was almost Labor Day. The pool would close. The people would get ready to hibernate for the upcoming Virginia winter. And pigs would fly again. Chuckling, she couldn’t help but think about her busy schedule for the next week. There was too much to do, including attending two heated Board meetings. At least after that she had a few days off. Maybe she’d fly to Tahiti all by herself. She could meet a guy and have a wild fling and… At least the thought was delicious.

“Daydreaming about sex again?” Ruby teased.

“I have no idea how you do that.”

“You get a certain look in your eye like the cat that swallowed a canary. By the way, where is that hunky detective of yours? I thought you and Tyler were attached at the hip now. You know, planning your upcoming wedding and all.”

While Nicky wanted to slap her best friend down, the truth was she kinda missed the sexy come-as-you-may detective in a huge way. “He’s supposed to be here if some kind of wretched murder doesn’t get in the way.” Like epoxy being shoved in the private parts of some hapless thug. Giggling, she took another gulp of her drink and could almost feel her body swaying back and forth. Was it because she had a huge crush on the rough-hewn detective who sparred with her more than any man she knew or was she simply in the – I love a rugged man protecting me mode? Either way, she was indeed hoping he was going to show up.

“Oh…my…God!” Ruby exclaimed as she jerked on Nicky’s arm. “Do you see what I see? Oh strip me down to nothing, score me on a skewer and call me done. That is without a doubt the most gorgeous man on the face of this Earth.”

“What in the hell are you talking about?” As Nicky turned her head, the sight of Mick St. Simons, the owner of The Flamingo Rustler restaurant and one of two men vying to take her to bed – okay so the hunky Aussie had already taken to bed but that was another story – embroiled her… No, the sight of him barely dressed in a skin-tight pair of dark pants, no shirt and a bow tie was to die for. Biting her lower lip, she brushed the beads of sweat from her brow and sighed. And then she hissed. “What is Mick doing here?” Resisting him wasn’t her strong suit.

“I think I overheard Betty saying the Board selected the Rustler to cater the party. Isn’t that something you should know about, girl? Or are you losing your touch?” Laughing, Ruby gave Nicky a sinful glare before cocking her hip and sauntering toward the six foot four blond God.

And Nicky wanted to rip her heart out. He certainly looked the part for the evening. As Mick strode toward her, Nicky could easily tell what was on his mind. Then again, the same shameless thought was on hers almost every day. There was something so intriguing about the man and while they’d only been together once – well kinda twice, he was without a doubt the hottest lover she’d ever had.

“Hello, luv. What do you think of the party so far?” Mick asked as he leaned down for a kiss on the cheek.

Hope you enjoyed!

Ciao  And don’t forget to comment for a chance to win prizes!

Dakotah

Join the other talented writers…

http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

Advertisements
Comments
  1. JeanP says:

    Oh boy, loved reading this excerpt, love the title too. Adding this one to my wishlist
    Jean
    skpetal at hotmail dot com

  2. Kassandra says:

    YUM! Sexy Aussie alert!

    sionedkla@gmail.com

  3. tanna4abak says:

    Woohoo! Hoppy Easter Everyone!

    What a great way to discover new authors/blogs and visit with old friends. Everybody wins this way!

    Loved the title, blurb and excerpt. I am definitely putting this on my wish list.

    Thanks for being part of the hop and for the chance to win!

    reneebennett35(at)yahoo(dot)com

  4. Mel Bourn says:

    Thanks for the excerpt! Love the cover. Very unique.
    Hoppy Easter.
    Mel
    bournmelissa at hotmail dot com

  5. lexnick says:

    Hmm, this one looks like a good one! Thanks so much for this stop on the bunny hop!
    Lauren
    Lmackesy @ gmail.com

  6. You have original titles, we sell yards full of pink flamingos for a fundfraiser but I won’t be able to look at them the same again.
    Z
    Seawitch Reviews @ yahoo.com

  7. Shadow says:

    Great excerpt! Thank you for sharing! Happy Easter!
    shadowluvs2read(at)gmail(dot)com

  8. Krysykat says:

    I love the pink rifle 🙂 Happy Easter! Thanks for the chance to win.

    Morganlafey86(at)aol(dot)com

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s