The Naked Butler
Author: Tuesday Morrigan
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 01875-00586
Genres: Action Adventure, BDSM, Dark Fantasy, Romance
Themes: Dark Desire/Horror, Second Edition
Book Length: Novella
Page Count: 90
It's the beginning of the year and Marilyn is already having the year from hell -- emphasis on hell. Her perfect boyfriend left her for his male secretary; her editors told her she was minutes from getting the knife; and the brand new car she bought just got wrecked by the city's latest masked defender -- the Bellissimo Bandit.
With her thirty-sixth birthday staring her in the face, Marilyn makes an oath to stay away from men -- translation, no sex. Unfortunately for her, her best friend sends her the perfect gift to help her get out of the literary rut that has placed her writing career on the line. When she wakes up to find her birthday gift standing on her doorstep in a tight tee and an even tighter pair of jeans, she is sure Rosalinda's gift is a gag. Unfortunately for her, her gift, the Naked Butler, is hers for a whole fourteen days.
Marilyn's not sure she can keep her oath to herself when there is a very healthy, sexy, nearly naked man willing to do her every bidding. But the real question is… what is she going to do when she finds out that the very Bandit she hates might be the same Butler she lusts after and needs?
"I loved the scene where Dante sets up a bath and massage for Marilyn, and this light-hearted romp will see you through a rainy day or a long plane ride."
"The Naked Butler is a steaming hot read that will have you turning page after page so fast you won't realize you're at the end until you see the author bio. Tuesday Morrigan crafts a wonderfully erotic read that will have you wondering if there will be more stories in her fun world."
"Super heroes, romance and steamy action are all encompassed in this lively story.... This is a fun, sexy romp that will be savored by those looking for a fun escape."
-- Tj, The Romance Studio
The Naked Butler
Tuesday Morrigan
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Copyright ©2015 Tuesday Morrigan
Second Edition
An Authorized Excerpt
I'm dying. That was Marilyn's first thought when she woke. Her second was, I'm going to kill Rosa. She felt like hell and Rosa was to blame. The two Long Island Iced Teas had gone straight to her head. Then she had made matters worse by drinking more liquor than her petite body should consume at the strip club.
One fleeting memory broke through the alcohol haze that clouded her brain. She remembered stuffing dollar bills into a firefighter's G-string.
Marilyn struggled to get out of her king size bed, landing on the floor with a thump. Her cry of outrage rebounded on the walls. With one hand to her throbbing skull, she made her way to the side table, muttering curses all the way there.
When she found her purse she dug into the black leather bag for her wallet. The little clutch flipped open almost of its own volition.
Her cards were there. Her driver's license was there. But there was no cash.
She'd spent every single dollar.
"Son of a bitch," she groaned. She'd taken out a hundred dollars at the ATM. Now she had nothing to show for it. Hell, she couldn't even remember what she knew had been a damned good lap dance from her firefighter.
Damned Long Islands!
Damned Rosa!
She started to stumble her way to the bathroom. She could feel the birthday cake she had eaten the night before struggling to make its way back up. She was going to retch… all over her newly installed eggplant carpet. She ran the rest of the way to the restroom. She almost didn't make it.
When Marilyn was finished retching her guts, she splashed cold water over her face. One look in the mirror told her she was going to need a lot more than ice cold water. She looked like absolute hell.
Almost instantly, the fragmented memories came back. She'd been up on stage, dancing, when she turned and smacked right into the pole. Unfortunately, she wasn't quite as drunk now. With a bottle of aspirin in one hand and a glass of water in the other, she decided she was spending the day in bed. She wouldn't even be able to open her laptop, let alone sit at it long enough to finish her lifestyle column or start the scene in her next epic erotic romance. She was en route to her bedroom when the doorbell rang.
Kill me now. For the love of God, just kill me now. "Please God, don't let it to be one of Rosa's obscene gifts. Please God. Please God," Marilyn muttered to herself as she made her way to the front door.
Marilyn looked at the man on her doorstep, looked around him, and attempted to look behind him for her gift. But there was nothing devastating waiting in the wings for her. No chocolate men, no giant dildos, no sex swings… no wildly inappropriate birthday gifts. She gave a silent thanks to God. Apparently Rosa had forgotten to send her whatever embarrassing gift she had found this year.
"Can I help you?" she asked the man on her doorstep. There was no clipboard in his hand. She had never seen a delivery man quite like him. He was obviously lost. What a shame. Men like him were what inspired women to read her novels.
He extended a large hand. "Hi, I'm Dante, your Naked Butler. Ms. Rosalinda Hernandez ordered me for your birthday."
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