Excerpt: Vivian, Midnight Call Girl by Danielle Norman

About the Book:

 

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.

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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 f@#ker. 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.

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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.

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