Undone Rebel is set to release on January 11th. This is the first book in a new series that was inspired by the intersection of rockabilly and BDSM cultures, particularly the role strong women play in both. I personally aspire to be both bad-ass and beautiful, as the pin-up girls of old were. Bettie Page was the inspiration for the heroine of Undone Rebel, Addie.
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Excerpt from Undone Rebel:
“Can I help you?”
“Depends who’s asking. What do you want?”
He pushed away from the wall and stood in the doorway, invading her space. “I want to have a conversation with a pretty woman.”
“And I,” Addie put her finger in the center of his chest and pushed, “don’t trust pretty boys.”
Addie closed the door, but the man slid his foot between the door and the jamb. Addie jumped back, prepared to run for a phone and call 9-1-1 if he made a move she didn’t like.
He pushed the door open again and held up one hand. “I’m not coming in, I just thought you might like it if I didn’t say what I have to say through the door.”
Addie cocked her hip, felt the robe slide open a bit. “And what is it you have to say?”
The blond’s gaze had dropped to her breasts and the lacy bra that was peeking out from the widening slit in her robe.
“I’m working with C&C Productions.” He leaned against the doorjamb. A few locks of hair fell across his forehead as he tipped his head down and smiled at her. He was handsome, if a little too clean-cut for her taste. She liked her men to be tattooed retro gentlemen who could refurbish a car as well as they danced. This guy was frat-boy handsome all grown up and sexy, though if he was a porn star it was a clean-cut veneer over skanky man-whore interior.
“Oh.” Addie pulled her robe closed. “I already told the lady I wasn’t interested.”
“I’m one of the other models. I thought we could talk about it.”
“Listen, porn star, I’m not interested.
“I’m not a porn star. I’m a systems engineer.”
“A computer geek. It’s true. Here.” He fished his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a business card.
Addie took a tentative step closer and accepted the card.
“This is really you?” She held the card up. “Lane.”
“Yep. Lane Therres. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You’re a geek consultant.” Addie was still examining the card. Everything felt out of synch, as if she were dancing a half beat off the music. The blond—Lane—was a piece that didn’t fit with the day’s admittedly strange happenings.
He laughed lightly. “That sums it up. Maybe I should have that on the cards.”
“If this is really you, what are you doing modeling for porn? I think your geek boss will be upset.”
“I rarely interface with clients, I build systems on the back end. Plus, it’s not porn. It’s art.”
“And there’s a stack of ‘art’ pictures guys conned women into taking that end up as internet porn.”
“Can I show you something?”
“If you whip out your dick, I’m calling the cops.”
“No dick.” He looked over his shoulder. “I think.”
Addie lunged for her phone. “That’s it, alpha delta porno, I’m calling the cops.”
“Alpha what? There’s no need to call the cops.”
“The catchphrase of psycho porn stars everywhere, I’m sure. Deja.”
“Deja.” He rolled the word nicely. “That means ‘leave,’ doesn’t it?”
“Very good. Buh-bye then.”