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About the author:
Natalie lives in East Tennessee with her daughter and husband. Her son is serving in the United States Navy.
What inspired you to write your book?
The Trouble, Tennessee series was written with battered women in mind. While this isn’t a subject that can ever be explored lightly, my hope is that women from all walks of life will read these books and find a little bit of themselves in the strong heroines portrayed within this particular series.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Mere hours away from a finalized divorce and legally separated for over two years, Sable wanted to ensure her ex-husband didn’t do anything foolish to stop the pending formalities. She’d been here before—not in an over-priced suite with five handsome strangers she planned to fuck—but within hours of a finalized divorce. Four times to be exact.
She had no reason to believe the fifth approaching hour would be any different than the other four. She sighed. “Then again. Five may be my lucky number after all.”
Mac McCall cocked his head and squinted. “Are you up to something, vixen?”
Not yet, but she would soon be “up to no good” and these men would help her. When she left them behind later in the morning, she’d make sure her ex’s cronies saw her and she’d make them understand.
She didn’t belong to a McCoy anymore. And if Tabor McCoy’s treasured son still wanted her, he’d have her with a clear understanding. She would return to him as damaged goods.
“Have you ever been with a few men at one time, lover?” Nicholas Speed had been the first one to flirt. Earlier that same evening, he’d been the first to buy her a drink, the first to walk his fingers up the inside of her thigh. If she had her way about things, he’d be the first inside her, too. Nicholas Speed would soon stroke her past her insecurities and help her beyond the unnecessary self-loathing.
“A woman never tells her secrets,” she whispered, crooking her finger back and forth.
Harley McCall sat beside her. He peered down at her as if he adored her, but Sable wasn’t a foolish young woman. While age was still on her side, she wasn’t naïve or outright stupid. Harley, like the other four, had followed her to the penthouse floor for the same reason she had taken him by the hand and led him there.
They were using one another.
She had something he wanted, something only she could probably give him—the willingness to go to bed with five handsome strangers.
It probably wasn’t easy to find women who were willing to bed them all at the same time. These men were from Trouble, Tennessee, and while the founding fathers of the town were reputed to have honorable intentions, they also had quite a reputation for illicit pleasures, too.
They enjoyed sharing.
Maybe they’d happened upon the club in Drover by chance, but they hadn’t met her by simple consequences because of their nightclub choices. Sable had been planning this meet for months.
Ever since Trouble had become an established town, women from all walks of life and all levels of abuse had come to recognize Trouble’s founding fathers. They were heroes in their own right, men who wouldn’t back down from a good old-fashioned fist fight if the reason they were brawling had anything to do with protecting a woman.
“We want you to be sure,” Harley said, his brow furrowing as he caressed her arm. “We can turn on the music, dance a little, talk a little, and maybe later—”
“I’m not changing my mind,” she interrupted him and rose to her elbows, gauging her good fortune. If riches were assessed by the men in that room, Sable would never want for anything more.
Given the expressions on their faces, a few of them felt the same way.