This is not the official cover…just using it for now, however, it is the official blurb from Book 2 of The Twisted Sisters Club Series: Sex, Secrets, and Happily Ever Afters.(To be released August 4th, 2015. )
The set-up: Travis Wellington and Angel Talbot have just met at Travis’ twin brother’s wedding. Hours later they’re in a Casino restaurant, at Lake Tahoe, and it’s in the wee hours of the morning on New Year’s day. Below is part of their game of 20 questions that gets a little off-color.
“Fine. Back to our game. Top or bottom?”
She let out a bubbly laugh. “After everything I just said you’re going there?”
“A guy’s got to try.” Travis clasped his hands around his coffee cup and shrugged.
“Fine.” She leaned back and crossed her arms. “But I thought everyone knew food cooks best on the middle rack.”
“Touché, I deserve that.” He tipped his head to her in defeat.
“Yes you do.” She added cream and sugar, held her mug in one hand, and stirred with the other.
The waitress delivered the cake.
Travis placed his hand over his cup. He didn’t need any more caffeine, but Angel nodded.
“Oh shoot, I forgot the forks.” The waitress headed back for the kitchen.
“You didn’t ask me my preference.” He leaned forward, keeping his hands wrapped around his cup to resist touching her.
“I don’t plan to either.” She smirked, and put down her spoon.
The waitress set a fork in front of each of them. “Anything else?”
“Well I like the bottom, totally submissive.” He tried to keep a straight face.
“Oh-kay, I guess not.” Shaking her head, the waitress walked away.
Travis couldn’t hold it in, and he burst out laughing.
“That’s not funny. You said that on purpose. Somehow I don’t imagine you submissive about anything.” Her eyes twinkled and her face was radiant. It was the first time she smiled showing her beautiful white teeth.
He liked the way her eyes wrinkled at the corners when she was amused.
She chewed on her bottom lip, looking thoughtful, then shot him a mischievous smile. “How many women have you slept with?”
“Four. You?” He picked up his fork to take a bite. The cake was almost as enticing as Angel. He scooped up a bite and put it in his mouth. The chocolate melted in his mouth. Delicious.
“None. I prefer men.”
While some say truth is stranger than fiction, Deb Julienne’s experience runs more along the lines of a slap-stick comedy…so when life tosses you lemons the only thing to do is to turn it into Limoncello. She resides in her own little bit of heaven in the Sierra Tahoe National Forest Basin, with her husband of 33 years, their three sons and one daughter, and two very precious grandkids.