The Bitches Are Unleashed

The Toast Bitches

Released Sunday, February 22, 2009 from Ravenous Romance in e-book format

Synopsis

Hana, Paige, Connie and Pepper form a lasting bond at Dempster Media, gathering in the break room for tea and toast. When Pepper leaves the company, the girls add a new venue - Paige's cottage in the woods - where, over cocktails and gossip, the four friends trade secrets and sex tips.

Pepper abandons her domestic life, restlessly flitting from man to man looking for the perfect balance of sex and compatibility. Will she find it, or was it always right in front of her?

Sweet, sexy Connie's infinite patience can't save her when her jealous husband leaves her for another woman. Now single, she attempts to relocate her sensuality with a hunky handyman.

Paige is the earth mother, sprinkling snippets of advice like herbs on a salad. Married to her high school sweetheart, she seems to have the perfect life. But she carries her own secrets...

Small-town Hana tests her sexual boundaries with hot editor Adam, but she gets more than she bargained for. When he asks her to experiment with BDSM, she panics and calls off the relationship, setting off a chain of catastrophic events that brings the four women closer than ever.

Sexy, hilarious, and wise, The Toast Bitches is erotic chick lit at its finest!

Excerpt

Before she could move, he turned to face her, toweling his hands. "Ah, you're here. Glad you made it on time. Sorry about the mess. We had a little shindig last night and I still had some cleaning up."

"Uh…" She pulled an envelope from her bag. "Here's my resume. Don't you think your office would have been a better meeting place?"

"No, this is fine."

"But this is for the ad coordinator job, right?" She looked for a computer but only glimpsed a closed laptop on the kitchen table.

He didn't seem to be listening. He left the kitchen, beckoning her to follow. She walked behind him with a sense of trepidation.

In the washed-out brightness of the living room, he crossed his arms and looked her up and down as if he was taking her measurements. He frowned and shook his head. "Can you please take off your coat?"

She didn't like the appraising look in his eyes. "I think I'll leave it on, thank you."

Was he into drugs? Was he using his newspaper ads to troll for women? Should she quietly reach into her purse and hold down a button on her cell phone to call 911?

"Suit yourself. You look about the right size, anyway." He drew a large white cardboard box from under the oak coffee table and opened it. Inside nestled a blazing red silk nightie, trimmed in black lace.

Hana stared at the garment. What the hell kind of staff was this guy looking for? She wasn't even hired yet and he was already well on the road to a sexual harassment suit. "I don't think this was part of the deal."

"Deal? You said on the phone you were okay with it."

"Listen, I'll help put together your newspaper, but I'm not wearing that! Are you crazy?"

He straightened and regarded her with a quizzical expression. "You're the model for our piece on Valentine’s Day, aren't you?"

"No!" She instinctively gathered her wool coat close around her neck.

"You're not Shannon Fields?"

"No, I'm Hana Shields. I applied for the ad coordinator job."

His puzzled expression slowly morphed into a slow smile. He flopped onto the leather sofa and held his hand over his eyes, shaking with laughter.

At the same time, the rising tension in Hana's neck suddenly melted. It was a mistake. Just a mistake. His laugh sounded nice, like the sun that warmed the Oriental rug.

Mr. Preston finally wiped his eyes and sat up. "Well, then I guess this is definitely not part of the deal." He leaned forward and closed the cardboard lid, hiding the scarlet silk from view.