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RELEASE BLAST – Vivian, Midnight Call Girl by Danielle Norman

We’re celebrating the release of Vivian, Midnight Call Girl by Danielle Norman! One-Click yours today!

Title: Vivian, Midnight Call Girl 
Iron Orchids
Author: Danielle Norman
Age Group: Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 2, 2020
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Blurb:

Drunk dialing at it’s finest…

All it took was a couple bottles of champagne…
And a fully charged cellphone,
For me to go from widow to call girl.
Talking to a stranger in the middle of the night was the push I needed.
To feel something again.
Something safe.

It’s not like I will ever run into him.
We don’t even know each other… yet.
Aaron Skye returns my call the next day,

Sending my well-ordered world for a spin.
Now I’m sober.

After years in the shadows,
I’m starting to feel alive. A sense of normalcy.

Unfortunately Aaron is not who I had imagined.
And his life is anything but normal.

Can I put the phone down and step into his world long enough to realize,
That what started out as careless whispers has smoldered into something more?
A wrong number, could be my Mr. Right.



EXCERPT:

As I walked by the buffet table that was nestled right by the doorway, I stopped and grabbed an open bottle of champagne before leaving the room. I needed it after this major clusterfuck. I stopped, leaned back in and grabbed a second bottle just to be safe then strolled for the elevator as I took a long swig off the first bottle. The bubbles tingled my nose but the cool alcohol was refreshing, I was sweating like a whore in church with all of these damn ruffles.

Pressing seven, I tried to drink the entire time the elevator climbed. When the doors opened, I stomped to my room, pissed beyond all belief. How dare these women make a mockery out of marriage. I loved being married, I was a good wife. God, I missed waking up next to him.
I locked my room and then kicked off my shoes, one going left and no clue where the right one went, and started to wiggle out of my dress. There was no way in hell that I wanted to put one of these bottles down so instead I did some fancy moves, like the shoulder drop, the twist, and even the pony, the only thing missing was music.
When I was finally free of the taffeta monstrosity, I did my best rendition of Tom Cruise in Risky Business. Using my panty hose clad feet to give me a slide across the not-one-bit-shaggy carpeted floor. I used the bottle as my mic and sang about some Old Time Rock ’N Roll. I kept singing and practicing my slide until I had finished the first bottle. I swayed a little before I tossed it to the floor and then a brilliant beyond brilliant idea hit me, I needed to call Erin. 
Ohh, I missed Erin so much. She was Eric’s twin sister, since he died Erin and I still talked about everything and I mean everything but just not as often as we used too. I’m going to call her right now.

“Stay right there, don’t move,” I said to the second bottle of champagne as I set it on the nightstand.

“Phone, oh phone, where did I put you?” I called.
I wondered if I could yodel, “Phone-o-ne-o.” Nailed it.
There it is, I found you, you little fucker. I snagged my phone from the pocket of my dress and then turned back to the bed. Ooo, head spinning. Carefully I crawled onto the bed, grabbed the bottle of champagne that had been sitting all alone and took a sip before scrolling through my phone for Erin’s number.


About the author:

It is amazing what can happen over a glass of vodka. Danielle Norman knows all too well since that’s how she was convinced to try writing a romance novel. A few more sips and seventy- thousand words later she was falling in love.

Her books have sold in two-hundred countries and her first book in the Iron Orchids series, Ariel: Always Enough has been downloaded more than two million times. It was a bestseller on Amazon and hit #1 on Apple Book and Barnes & Noble.

Danielle embraces her motto, Romance with Attitude.

Recommended Reading Order:

Ariel, Always Enough
Sophie, Almost Mine
Katy, My Impact
Leo, Kiss Often
Stella, Until You

Christine, The Stars
Prequel- Iron Orchids- Badges
Sadie, Doctor Accident
Bridget, Federal Protection
Piper, Unlikely Outlaw
Kat, Knight Watch
Vivian, Midnight Call Girl
Harley – Coming July 28

***
IRON ORCHIDS- LADIES
Adeline, Getting Even
Sunday, Sweet Vengeance

***
IRON HORSE SERIES
Stetson
Slow Burn
Steadfast

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TEASER REVEAL – Vivian, Midnight Call Girl  (Iron Orchids) by Danielle Norman



Take a peek inside Vivian, Midnight Call Girl by Danielle Norman! Pre-order yours today!

Title: Vivian, Midnight Call Girl 
(Iron Orchids)

Danielle Norman

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 2, 2020
Goodreads:

Blurb:

Drunk dialing at it’s finest…

All it took was a couple bottles of champagne…
And a fully charged cellphone,
For me to go from widow to call girl.
Talking to a stranger in the middle of the night was the push I needed.
To feel something again.
Something safe.

It’s not like I will ever run into him.
We don’t even know each other… yet.
Aaron Skye returns my call the next day,
Sending my well-ordered world for a spin.
Now I’m sober.

After years in the shadows,
I’m starting to feel alive. A sense of normalcy.
Unfortunately Aaron is not who I had imagined.
And his life is anything but normal.

Can I put the phone down and step into his world long enough to realize,
That what started out as careless whispers has smoldered into something more?
A wrong number, could be my Mr. Right.


Excerpt:

As I walked by the buffet table that was nestled right by the doorway, I stopped and grabbed an open bottle of champagne before leaving the room. I needed it after this major clusterfuck. I stopped, leaned back in and grabbed a second bottle just to be safe then strolled for the elevator as I took a long swig off the first bottle. The bubbles tingled my nose but the cool alcohol was refreshing, I was sweating like a whore in church with all of these damn ruffles.

Pressing seven, I tried to drink the entire time the elevator climbed. When the doors opened, I stomped to my room, pissed beyond all belief. How dare these women make a mockery out of marriage. I loved being married, I was a good wife. God, I missed waking up next to him.

I locked my room and then kicked off my shoes, one going left and no clue where the right one went, and started to wiggle out of my dress. There was no way in hell that I wanted to put one of these bottles down so instead I did some fancy moves, like the shoulder drop, the twist, and even the pony, the only thing missing was music.

When I was finally free of the taffeta monstrosity, I did my best rendition of Tom Cruise in Risky Business. Using my panty hose clad feet to give me a slide across the not-one-bit-shaggy carpeted floor. I used the bottle as my mic and sang about some Old Time Rock ’N Roll. I kept singing and practicing my slide until I had finished the first bottle. I swayed a little before I tossed it to the floor and then a brilliant beyond brilliant idea hit me, I needed to call Erin. 

Ohh, I missed Erin so much. She was Eric’s twin sister, since he died Erin and I still talked about everything and I mean everything but just not as often as we used too. I’m going to call her right now.

“Stay right there, don’t move,” I said to the second bottle of champagne as I set it on the nightstand.

“Phone, oh phone, where did I put you?” I called.

I wondered if I could yodel, “Phone-o-ne-o.” Nailed it.

There it is, I found you, you little fucker. I snagged my phone from the pocket of my dress and then turned back to the bed. Ooo, head spinning. Carefully I crawled onto the bed, grabbed the bottle of champagne that had been sitting all alone and took a sip before scrolling through my phone for Erin’s number.


About the author:

It is amazing what can happen over a glass of vodka. Danielle Norman knows all too well since that’s how she was convinced to try writing a romance novel. A few more sips and seventy-thousand words later she was falling in love.

Her books have sold in two-hundred countries and her first book in the Iron Orchids series, Ariel: Always Enough has been downloaded more than two million times. It was a bestseller on Amazon and hit #1 on Apple Book and Barnes & Noble.

Danielle embraces her motto, Romance with Attitude.

—Follow Danielle—

Website: www.daniellenorman.com/link
Newsletter Sign up: Daniellenorman.com/news
Reader Group: Daniellenorman.com/group

OTHER BOOKS BY THE AUTHOR:

Recommended Reading Order:

Ariel, Always Enough
Sophie, Almost Mine
Katy, My Impact
Leo, Kiss Often
Stella, Until You
Christine, The Stars
Prequel- Iron Orchids- Badges
Sadie, Doctor Accident
Bridget, Federal Protection
Piper, Unlikely Outlaw
Kat, Knight Watch
Vivian, Midnight Callgirl – Coming June 2
Harley – Coming July 28

***
IRON ORCHIDS- LADIES
Adeline, Getting Even
Sunday, Sweet Vengeance

***
IRON HORSE SERIES
Stetson
Slow Burn
Steadfast


RELEASE BLITZ – Book’em Piper by Danielle Norman

Title: Book’em Piper

Series: Iron Badges #3, Iron Orchids #10

Author: Danielle Norman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 8, 2019
Blurb
I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, an area that even the cops avoided.
The only light in my dark, was the boy next door. He was my hero.
And I was his Sunshine, at least that is what he called me.
Liam Kane wasn’t just my neighbor, he was my first and only crush. 
He looked after me when I couldn’t look after myself. 
When he disappeared my life returned to an endless grey. 
Now after all these years we’re face to face. 
But we’re standing on opposite sides of the law.  
He’s a part of the Heretics MC and I’m a deputy. 
I’m all grown up and more than capable of handling myself.
But I dream about Liam’s capable hands.
Everything has changed… except my feelings for him.
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Excerpt

“Who the fuck?” I couldn’t believe that I was getting hard just from seeing the back of a woman across a smoke-filled room. Maybe I shouldn’t be that shocked, my sex life had been sparse since going undercover. Having someone’s sloppy seconds, literally, since I was low man on the totem pole, was just gross.
I straightened and moved closer to the dancer, glancing over to Sage, who was wide-eyed with curiosity. Not an ounce of jealousy or anger in her features. I was close enough to see that the dancer didn’t have red hair as I’d originally thought, that was a trick of the lights. No, this woman had strawberry blonde hair just like . . .
I was going to fucking kill her—that was, if Bladder didn’t recognize her and kill her first. I wanted to ring her perfect neck. Hell, I wanted to ring Sage’s neck for bringing a cop here. She knew better. 
I glanced over my shoulder toward the guys, who were watching me and cheering me on. 
Bladder was focused on the woman standing between his legs and her hand on his crotch. 
Thank fuck. 
“Sweet thing is gonna get some!” Bear yelled.
“Give ’em something to suck!” Flagpole hollered. His voice, as always, carried above everyone else’s. 
Several of the women turned and stared at me. But not Piper, she was still facing away, dancing as if she were alone. I moved forward, wrapping my hands around her waist and pulling her flush against me. “What the fuck are you doing here? Did you not learn your lesson the other day?”
“I’m sorry, what was your name again?” Piper practically purred.
I leaned in closer. “You know damn well what my name is, but don’t say it.”
Her whole body froze for the briefest of seconds, a reaction that could be explained away as her adjusting to the rhythm of the new song instead of shock. I knew it for what it was, and it pissed me the fuck off. She hadn’t let well enough alone. 
“I needed to see you,” she panted, and her sultry voice hit me straight in my cock. She brought her hands back and grabbed onto the sides of my legs, her hands on my thighs was hot. “You need to step back and let me be. You’re either who I want you to be or you’re not.” She shimmied her ass against my growing cock. 
“Fuckkkk, this isn’t funny.”
“I agree, I don’t see anyone laughing.”
But she was wrong, because from the corner of my eye, I saw smirks on her friends’ faces. I wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her head back so that it was resting against my shoulder, I made it look forceful, but it wasn’t. Quickly, the circle of dancing women closed in around her. “Let your friends know that I’m not hurting you.” I was pressed to Piper’s back so I couldn’t see what she did or mouthed, but the women around her noticeably relaxed. 
“I want to talk with you.” Her voice was raspy.
“No, you don’t. I’m not the same person you used to know.”
“I didn’t ask if you were the same person, I’m not the same person, I’m all grown up, see?” She pressed her hips back again. Fuck.


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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).

Author Links

PRE-RELEASE BLITZ – Book ’em Sadie (Iron Badges #1) by Danielle Norman

A new gang to fall in love with. Sassy heroines, sexy heroes, and steamy romance.

PREORDER FOR 99¢

AVAILABLE JUNE 4

RETAIL $4.99

BLURB:

Five best friends with a lot in common:

All work for the Orange County Sheriff’s Office,

All ride motorcycles,

And all are single, over the next year things are going to change.

If you read the Iron Orchids then you fell in love with the sassy heroines, strong friendships, and steamy romances. It’s time to meet the new girl gang- the Iron Badges.

Get a taste of each of these ladies’ personalities as they have a night to remember at an All Male Strip Show.

Then sit back, coming June fourth is Book 1 in the series- Book ’em Sadie.


PRE-ORDER FOR JUST 99¢:

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Excerpt:

Damn, I made this shit look good.

I stared at myself in the mirror for what had to be the tenth time this morning, making sure that my pins were perfect and my shirt was pressed. The only things that weren’t sexy were the boots, but hey, I didn’t mind them since they were part of the standard uniform of all motorcycle deputies. Who would have ever guessed that I, Sadie Kathryn Lazar, would become a motorcycle deputy? I still got butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. I mean . . . why wouldn’t I? I was getting ready to roll out on two wheels of county-owned property, and it would be up to me so save the people of Orange County Florida from danger. Okay, more often than not I was saving them from their own stupidity and I wasn’t doing it alone, but whatever. There were other deputies and city police officers and state troopers, but I was part of that team. I was twenty-eight fucking years old, and even though I wasn’t a kid any longer, this was a lot of responsibility. A lot of pressure.

I grew up watching Cops with my daddy. I was all about bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do thanks to that show, and I never wavered from my career choice.

My ten-minute warning alarm signaled it was time for me to get my ass in gear. After sliding my gun into its holster, I grabbed my helmet and marched out of my small duplex. I opened the door to my tiny garage door, which was truly meant for storage and rolled out my motorcycle before reporting in to dispatch.

“Thirteen twenty-two, ten-eight.”

“Orange County copies. 05:57 hours.” Dispatch confirmed that I was logged in and on duty.

I fired the engine on my bike and then rolled back on the throttle. To many, the roar of the engine might as well have been a foreign language, but to me, it was my native tongue.

As the early morning sun warmed my cheeks and the wind whipped against me, I hummed and maneuvered through the rush hour traffic. It wasn’t even ten minutes after beginning my shift that my call signal rang out across the radio.

“Thirteen twenty-two.”

“Thirteen twenty-two, go ahead.”

“Are you available to support a search at Mills and Colonial?”

“Ten-four, show me fifty-one, be there in under five.” After letting dispatch know that I was on my way and less than five minutes out, I upped my speed, only slowing when I spotted the three deputy vehicles along a side road. “Hey, what’s going on?” I asked Colton. The guy had been on the force about as long as I had.

“Hey, Sadie, this is one of those stories that is totally Cops worthy.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“It seems that Wanda”—he pointed to a tall woman in gold stilettos and a catsuit (the pleather kind, not the furry kind)—“and her best friend Pammy are no longer best friends.”

“Why?” I asked with all the fake concern I could muster, and Colton nodded with his own fake concern for their friendship.

“Wanda believes that Pammy stole her client.”

“Well, that isn’t a very best friend like thing to do, is it?”

“Nope. Not at all.” Colton was clearly trying to keep himself from laughing.

“Apparently, his name is John, and he’s a very loyal . . . client.” Colton raised an eyebrow.

“It’s six o’clock in the fucking morning. If that doesn’t say loyal, I don’t know what does. So, why the sudden change of heart from our friend John the Client?”

“Oh.” Colton finally lost it and let out a chuckle. “I’ll let them tell you. I don’t want to deprive you of any of the joy.” Colton gave me a knowing grin and I shook my head as I flipped him off and made my way over to the two women.

I walked over. “Oh, good, missy, you need to arrest her. She’s a thief.”

“I ain’t no thief, I’m a hooker.” I looked over my shoulder to Colton, who had moved to stand with Dan and Enzo. All three were watching me with bored expressions. I knew better, and would pay each one of them back for this nonsense. Three male deputies, and they called me.

“Ladies, since the dispute has to do with business, this is actually a civil case and not criminal. You need to get an attorney and sue through the courts. Perhaps you can even try to get loss of income.” Yeah, I said that last part with a straight face, looking for all the world to be nothing more than a helpful officer handing out helpful advice.

“Wanda, I ain’t taking no Johns from you,” Pammy said. “I’m gonna be truthful, okay? I stole some of your Oxys. But, girl, you got so many from that guy you blew, you didn’t even miss none.”

I wanted to groan. Fuck, I needed to do a search.

“Okay, ladies,” I said as I pulled out black plastic gloves. “I’m going to need you to step away from each other. If you could please face the car.”

“What you doing, bitch? You ain’t arresting her, she’s my best friend.” Wanda, who just seconds ago was claiming that they were no longer friends, looked ready to fight for said friendship.


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Badges (Iron Badges #0.5)

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About Danielle

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 she now gets 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).

Stalk Danielle

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PRE-RELEASE BLITZ – Book ’em Sadie (Iron Badges #1) Danielle Norman

A new gang to fall in love with. Sassy heroines, sexy heroes, and steamy romance.

PREORDER FOR 99¢

AVAILABLE JUNE 4

RETAIL $4.99

PRE-ORDER FOR JUST 99¢:

Universal Link: https://www.daniellenorman.com/bookemsadie

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07PJFB8BF

Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/book/bookem-sadie/id1455780872

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BLURB:

Five best friends with a lot in common:

All work for the Orange County Sheriff’s Office,

All ride motorcycles,

And all are single, over the next year things are going to change.

If you read the Iron Orchids then you fell in love with the sassy heroines, strong friendships, and steamy romances. It’s time to meet the new girl gang- the Iron Badges.

Get a taste of each of these ladies’ personalities as they have a night to remember at an All Male Strip Show.

Then sit back, coming June fourth is Book 1 in the series – Book ’em Sadie.



Grab the prequel for FREE:

Amazon

Amazon UK


Excerpt:

Damn, I made this shit look good.

I stared at myself in the mirror for what had to be the tenth time this morning, making sure that my pins were perfect and my shirt was pressed. The only things that weren’t sexy were the boots, but hey, I didn’t mind them since they were part of the standard uniform of all motorcycle deputies. Who would have ever guessed that I, Sadie Kathryn Lazar, would become a motorcycle deputy? I still got butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. I mean . . . why wouldn’t I? I was getting ready to roll out on two wheels of county-owned property, and it would be up to me so save the people of Orange County Florida from danger. Okay, more often than not I was saving them from their own stupidity and I wasn’t doing it alone, but whatever. There were other deputies and city police officers and state troopers, but I was part of that team. I was twenty-eight fucking years old, and even though I wasn’t a kid any longer, this was a lot of responsibility. A lot of pressure.

I grew up watching Cops with my daddy. I was all about bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do thanks to that show, and I never wavered from my career choice.

My ten-minute warning alarm signaled it was time for me to get my ass in gear. After sliding my gun into its holster, I grabbed my helmet and marched out of my small duplex. I opened the door to my tiny garage door, which was truly meant for storage and rolled out my motorcycle before reporting in to dispatch.

“Thirteen twenty-two, ten-eight.”

“Orange County copies. 05:57 hours.” Dispatch confirmed that I was logged in and on duty.

I fired the engine on my bike and then rolled back on the throttle. To many, the roar of the engine might as well have been a foreign language, but to me, it was my native tongue.

As the early morning sun warmed my cheeks and the wind whipped against me, I hummed and maneuvered through the rush hour traffic. It wasn’t even ten minutes after beginning my shift that my call signal rang out across the radio.

“Thirteen twenty-two.”

“Thirteen twenty-two, go ahead.”

“Are you available to support a search at Mills and Colonial?”

“Ten-four, show me fifty-one, be there in under five.” After letting dispatch know that I was on my way and less than five minutes out, I upped my speed, only slowing when I spotted the three deputy vehicles along a side road. “Hey, what’s going on?” I asked Colton. The guy had been on the force about as long as I had.

“Hey, Sadie, this is one of those stories that is totally Cops worthy.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“It seems that Wanda”—he pointed to a tall woman in gold stilettos and a catsuit (the pleather kind, not the furry kind)—“and her best friend Pammy are no longer best friends.”

“Why?” I asked with all the fake concern I could muster, and Colton nodded with his own fake concern for their friendship.

“Wanda believes that Pammy stole her client.”

“Well, that isn’t a very best friend like thing to do, is it?” “Nope. Not at all.” Colton was clearly trying to keep himself from laughing.

“Apparently, his name is John, and he’s a very loyal . . . client.” Colton raised an eyebrow.

“It’s six o’clock in the fucking morning. If that doesn’t say loyal, I don’t know what does. So, why the sudden change of heart from our friend John the Client?”

“Oh.” Colton finally lost it and let out a chuckle. “I’ll let them tell you. I don’t want to deprive you of any of the joy.” Colton gave me a knowing grin and I shook my head as I flipped him off and made my way over to the two women.

I walked over. “Oh, good, missy, you need to arrest her. She’s a thief.”

“I ain’t no thief, I’m a hooker.” I looked over my shoulder to Colton, who had moved to stand with Dan and Enzo. All three were watching me with bored expressions. I knew better, and would pay each one of them back for this nonsense. Three male deputies, and they called me.

“Ladies, since the dispute has to do with business, this is actually a civil case and not criminal. You need to get an attorney and sue through the courts. Perhaps you can even try to get loss of income.” Yeah, I said that last part with a straight face, looking for all the world to be nothing more than a helpful officer handing out helpful advice.

“Wanda, I ain’t taking no Johns from you,” Pammy said. “I’m gonna be truthful, okay? I stole some of your Oxys. But, girl, you got so many from that guy you blew, you didn’t even miss none.”

I wanted to groan. Fuck, I needed to do a search.

“Okay, ladies,” I said as I pulled out black plastic gloves. “I’m going to need you to step away from each other. If you could please face the car.” “What you doing, bitch? You ain’t arresting her, she’s my best friend.” Wanda, who just seconds ago was claiming that they were no longer friends, looked ready to fight for said friendship.


About the Author

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 she now gets 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).

Stalk Danielle

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PRE-ORDER BLITZ – Book ’em Sadie , Danielle Norman

A new gang to fall in love with. Sassy heroines, sexy heroes, and steamy romance.

AVAILABLE JUNE 4

RETAIL $4.99

Grab the prequel for FREE: Grab The Prequel

PRE-ORDER FOR JUST 99¢:

Universal Link: https://www.daniellenorman.com/bookemsadie

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07PJFB8BF

Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/book/bookem-sadie/id1455780872

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BLURB:

Five best friends with a lot in common:

All work for the Orange County Sheriff’s Office,

All ride motorcycles,

And all are single, over the next year things are going to change.

If you read the Iron Orchids then you fell in love with the sassy heroines, strong friendships, and steamy romances. It’s time to meet the new girl gang- the Iron Badges.

Get a taste of each of these ladies’ personalities as they have a night to remember at an All Male Strip Show.

Then sit back, coming June fourth is Book 1 in the series- Book ’em Sadie.



Excerpt:

Damn, I made this shit look good.

I stared at myself in the mirror for what had to be the tenth time this morning, making sure that my pins were perfect and my shirt was pressed. The only things that weren’t sexy were the boots, but hey, I didn’t mind them since they were part of the standard uniform of all motorcycle deputies. Who would have ever guessed that I, Sadie Kathryn Lazar, would become a motorcycle deputy? I still got butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. I mean . . . why wouldn’t I? I was getting ready to roll out on two wheels of county-owned property, and it would be up to me so save the people of Orange County Florida from danger. Okay, more often than not I was saving them from their own stupidity and I wasn’t doing it alone, but whatever. There were other deputies and city police officers and state troopers, but I was part of that team. I was twenty-eight fucking years old, and even though I wasn’t a kid any longer, this was a lot of responsibility. A lot of pressure.

I grew up watching Cops with my daddy. I was all about bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do thanks to that show, and I never wavered from my career choice.

My ten-minute warning alarm signaled it was time for me to get my ass in gear. After sliding my gun into its holster, I grabbed my helmet and marched out of my small duplex. I opened the door to my tiny garage door, which was truly meant for storage and rolled out my motorcycle before reporting in to dispatch.

“Thirteen twenty-two, ten-eight.”

“Orange County copies. 05:57 hours.” Dispatch confirmed that I was logged in and on duty.

I fired the engine on my bike and then rolled back on the throttle. To many, the roar of the engine might as well have been a foreign language, but to me, it was my native tongue.

As the early morning sun warmed my cheeks and the wind whipped against me, I hummed and maneuvered through the rush hour traffic. It wasn’t even ten minutes after beginning my shift that my call signal rang out across the radio.

“Thirteen twenty-two.”

“Thirteen twenty-two, go ahead.”

“Are you available to support a search at Mills and Colonial?”

“Ten-four, show me fifty-one, be there in under five.” After letting dispatch know that I was on my way and less than five minutes out, I upped my speed, only slowing when I spotted the three deputy vehicles along a side road. “Hey, what’s going on?” I asked  Colton. The guy had been on the force about as long as I had.

“Hey, Sadie, this is one of those stories that is totally Cops worthy.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“It seems that Wanda”—he pointed to a tall woman in gold stilettos and a catsuit (the pleather kind, not the furry kind)—“and her best friend Pammy are no longer best friends.”

“Why?” I asked with all the fake concern I could muster, and  Colton nodded with his own fake concern for their friendship.

“Wanda believes that Pammy stole her client.”

“Well, that isn’t a very best friend like thing to do, is it?”

“Nope. Not at all.”  Colton was clearly trying to keep himself from laughing.

“Apparently, his name is John, and he’s a very loyal . . . client.”  Colton raised an eyebrow.

“It’s six o’clock in the fucking morning. If that doesn’t say loyal, I don’t know what does. So, why the sudden change of heart from our friend John the Client?”

“Oh.”  Colton finally lost it and let out a chuckle. “I’ll let them tell you. I don’t want to deprive you of any of the joy.”  Colton gave me a knowing grin and I shook my head as I flipped him off and made my way over to the two women.

I walked over. “Oh, good, missy, you need to arrest her. She’s a thief.”

“I ain’t no thief, I’m a hooker.” I looked over my shoulder to  Colton, who had moved to stand with Dan and Enzo. All three were watching me with bored expressions. I knew better, and would pay each one of them back for this nonsense. Three male deputies, and they called me.

“Ladies, since the dispute has to do with business, this is actually a civil case and not criminal. You need to get an attorney and sue through the courts. Perhaps you can even try to get loss of income.” Yeah, I said that last part with a straight face, looking for all the world to be nothing more than a helpful officer handing out helpful advice.

“Wanda, I ain’t taking no Johns from you,” Pammy said. “I’m gonna be truthful, okay? I stole some of your Oxys. But, girl, you got so many from that guy you blew, you didn’t even miss none.”

I wanted to groan. Fuck, I needed to do a search.

“Okay, ladies,” I said as I pulled out black plastic gloves. “I’m going to need you to step away from each other. If you could please face the car.”

“What you doing, bitch? You ain’t arresting her, she’s my best friend.” Wanda, who just seconds ago was claiming that they were no longer friends, looked ready to fight for said friendship.


About the Author

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 she now gets 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).

Stalk Danielle

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NEW RELEASE – Steadfast (Iron Horse #3) by Danielle Norman

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BLURB:

Holland Kelly wasn’t a people person. Okay, that’s not true, she wasn’t one particular man person. That man? Her next-door neighbor Dick Brooks. Fine, his real name was Reid, but Dick sounded better.

Life would have been perfect if she never had to interact with him again.

Unfortunately, life wasn’t perfect.

Now she is stuck spending hours with the neighbor she has always hated while they work to save their homes.

Have his eyes always been that shade?

Has he always been so good looking?

And those lips..



EXCERPT 1:

Just after three, Holland still hadn’t showed, so I decided that I’d get dinner going just in case I convinced her to stay. What was I thinking? The woman was so insufferable she would probably show up tomorrow morning just to leave me hanging. Still, I found myself in the kitchen and started chopping vegetables.

“I thought that I told you I wouldn’t be here tonight for dinner,” my sister said as she came into the kitchen and examined the two New York strips that I had set out to defrost. Ellie had moved in with me a little over a year ago after her divorce, and probably wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

“Yep, you told me.” I reached into the refrigerator and grabbed the stuff to make a salad.

“Then why two steaks? Are you on some protein kick that I don’t know about?”

“Holland is coming over.”

Ellie started pounding her chest and coughing. “Uh-uh, Holland? As in our next door neighbor Holland Kelly, the one that would rather run you over than look at you? The Holland who I have yet to hear call you by anything other than Dick Brooks, that Holland?”

“Yep.”

“And you think serving food that require knives to cut is a good idea?”

I stopped pulling apart the lettuce. “Maybe I didn’t think this one out totally.”

“You think?” Ellie picked up her purse. “Well, if there’s blood everywhere when I get home, at least you can’t say that I didn’t warn you.

Excerpt 2 – NSFW

“Take me to your secret lair.” I smiled and winked.

“Makes me sound like a monster,” he groaned as he slid a hand under my shirt and cupped my breast.

“Or a beast.”

“I’ll show you a beast.”

“Brag much?” But I had already felt him, I knew that he wasn’t bragging, but I couldn’t stop myself from aggravating him.

He turned and carried me, I hadn’t really had a chance to look at his home, and part of me wanted to do that but at the same time, I wanted him. I found the best of both worlds kissing his collarbone. Don’t judge, I know that I looked like a friggin’ vampire, but I could kiss and look over his shoulder as he carried me up the sprawling staircase. It was like something out of Gone With the Wind. I kissed as he passed several closed doors and then moved into what I figured was his bedroom. If it wasn’t his, someone was in for a shock.

His king-size bed was situated under a large half-moon shaped window, and he came to a stop next to it. He slowly let my legs down and held me close to him until he was sure that I was steady on my feet.

“Get up on the bed,” he ordered. I kicked off my shoes and then crawled onto the thick comforter. “Stand up.”

I did as ordered and then turned to face him. Apparently, I wasn’t close enough because he pulled me forward so that I was right in front of him and he was level with my pussy. “Hold on, sweetheart, I’ll be with you in a second.” He leaned forward and blew hot air that seemed to soak through the denim and make me very aware of just how soaked my panties were.

With one hand, he pulled the button on my jeans free and then tugged the zipper down. Then he slowly slid them down my legs and helped me step out of them.

For a moment I freaked, totally forgetting which panties I had worn, but a glance told me I was in my Friday ones. For once, I was wearing the right panties on the right day. I usually just reached in and grabbed a pair. As long as they were clean, what did I care?

Slowly he came around and cupped my butt, his fingertips softly massaging my cheeks.

“Are you sure?” His voice slipped into a husky timbre.

Actions were louder than words so I dropped to my knees and kissed him. He kissed me back, and my tongue slipped inside and tangled with his. That was all the control he let me have before he was pressing forward and demanding more from me. A small whimper slid from my mouth. I couldn’t think, and I could hardly breathe while I was experiencing one of the most soul-stealing kisses of my life.

The feel of him so close, the warmth of his skin, his tongue continuing to plunge deeper each time it found mine. The air between us sparked, and he caught my bottom lip between his teeth and bit it softly.

His hands trailed down my sides, curving over my hips and then hooking under me to bring my legs out so that I was flat on my back and my legs were hanging off the bed. He slowly slid my panties down as he let out a chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

“You. Do you normally forget the day of the week and need to check your underwear to be certain?”

“Shut up and get undressed.”

He was grinning as he pulled back, and I propped myself up on my elbows, ready for the show. I didn’t dare blink for fear that I might miss something as he toed off his boots and then pulled his T-shirt over his head. Holy hell, he was built. Okay, I knew the man was in shape, but this should be illegal. He even had that perfectly formed V that slightly showed above the waistband of his jeans, and I was dying to get my hands on it.

When he unbuttoned the top button of his Levi button-fly jeans, I held my breath. Was he a boxer or briefs guy or maybe a boxer brief guy? Please, just no tighty whities.

When the last button was undone and he slid his jeans off I felt like I should do penitence because the man was commando and his cock . . . oh my lord, it was huge.



About Danielle

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 she now gets 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).

Stalk Danielle

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RELEASE BLITZ ~ Roadster (Iron Ladies #1) by Danielle Norman

 

Title: Roadster
Series: Iron Ladies #1
Author: Danielle Norman

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 13, 2018
Blurb

“Here, take this, you need it.”
Those words used to mean something different to Adeline Morgan. Once upon a time, they preceded her next high. Now they had a deeper meaning, they were the sacred code of a whisper network of women. Women who’d been helped by The Iron Ladies. The wives of controlling husbands. The partners of cheating men. The lovers of playboys leading secret lives.
As an Iron Lady, Adeline helped them all. And she loved every minute of it. And with each case Adeline grew jaded. Every man had the potential to break hearts and destroy lives. Until she met the one determined to prove her wrong. He didn’t want to break her heart…he wanted to steal it.

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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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BLURB:

Her perfume was the smell of hay.
And her days were spent in the saddle.
Except for a few bumps in the road she had a pretty good life.

Until…

Her dad died.
Now, she’s left running the family cattle ranch and horse stables.
The sexy sheriff has decided that he wants more than a one night stand.
And her employees believe that she has no business running a ranch.

Sometimes the strongest cowboys aren’t boys…
They’re women.


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London

Trying to ignore my conscience, which was trying to remind me that I’d never had a one-night stand before, I focused on the fact that I wanted this.

I wanted Braden.

I’d been caught up in this flutter of attraction from the moment that I first laid eyes on him earlier this evening, and with every second that had passed the feelings only intensified.

Handing him a bottle of Yuengling, I snagged one for myself and twisted the top off.

“You all right?” He looped his arm around my waist, and I found myself leaning closer and closer to him. I just liked the feel of his body next to mine, strong and gentlemanly.

“I’m great.” I took several long sips off my bottle as I tried to slow my racing heart and give him the occasional fluttering of my eyelashes. I had no clue whether I was being flirtatious, which was what I was going for, or whether I looked like I had something caught in my eye. He grinned at me as his eyes flicked to my mouth for the briefest of moments. Ahhh yes, definitely flirtatious.

I turned and sat my bottle down on my bedside table, he did the same.

“If you don’t want this to go any further, please tell me now.” He traced his thumb along my bottom lip, but he didn’t move a muscle to take him toward my door. He just stood there.

So I leaned in a bit more, finally closing the distance between us until I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. “I want this. You should probably kiss me,” I murmured, and I leaned in and planted a kiss on his surprised mouth. When I pulled back, he flashed me a panty-dropping grin and claimed my mouth again. His tongue delved into my mouth, and one of his hands slid to the small of my back, drawing my body against his and sending an explosion of shivers down my spine.

I pulled him over to my bed and collapsed, pulling him down on top of me.

Never in a million years did I think I would be the kind of woman who would be making the first move, being the aggressor, but his mouth on mine, his skin against my own—it was more intoxicating than any of the beer I’d had this evening, and I wanted more.



About Danielle Norman

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 she now gets 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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RELEASE BLITZ ~ Often (Iron Orchids #4) by Danielle Norman

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BLURB:

Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations…

He wore suits and I wore biker boots.
He went to university and I went to trade school.
He lived in a big home and I lived in a tiny apartment.

When my world was turned upside down, he took me in his arms and promised to help me find a new direction. Now I’ve lost my job, been separated from my friends, and any day an eviction notice was bound to show up.

Unfortunately, my journey was tougher than he had imagined.

When nothing goes right, look who’s left.


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About Danielle

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 she now gets 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).

Find Danielle online!
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