Sugar Babies by Mickey J Corrigan
Coming November 4, 2013:
from Champagne Books
a novel of sexy intrigue
a blue martini with a nasty twist
A sugar daddy can make your money woes disappear overnight. But
for sugar babies, life is like a chocolate covered time bomb: sweet on the
outside, deadly on the inside.
Young, beautiful, and hungry, Maire, Esme and Niki want what every
woman wants: love, work, safe shelter, the bills paid off, a diamond-studded
Rolex, and a two-bedroom condo with an ocean view. Working as sugar babies
seems to be the only way to make this happen. But the sugar life is more
dangerous than they thought.
Maire O’Rourke is too hot to handle herself properly. She tends to
wear too tight clothes and too much make-up, but she’s got more than sex on her
mind. She’s already landed one of the richest sugar daddies in Coconut City, a
tropical paradise boasting more lonely men per multimillion dollar estate than
just about anywhere else.
Sweet Esme Grant is a buxom blonde with a rough and tumble lover
she’s left behind somewhere in hill country. She’s come to Coconut City in
order to find herself a sugar daddy, a rich older man willing to fund her,
along with her hometown boyfriend and their Mayberry-gone-bad dreams.
Niki Stephanopoulos, a dark, iconoclastic artist enrolled in a
teaching certification program at Coconut College, struggles with depression
fueled by guilt. She is embarrassed by her dependence on her family for the
money she needs to survive. But she feels even worse after sleeping with her
sexy, much older landlord when she’s short the rent.
Welcome to the secret lives of sugar babies. On the first day of
the month, Maire, Esme and Niki struggle with overdue bills
and sexy beaus. Readers can join them as they figure out ways to pay
the rent, make decent love to indecent men, and stay upright on the rough road
to happiness. Sugar Babies is a modern-day romance, a blue
martini with a nasty twist. An intoxicating mystery steeped in social satire,
the story of Esme, Niki and Maire is an all-American morality tale.
Three beautiful young women: place your order now.
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Author Mickey J. Corrigan lies and works and gets into trouble in
the lurid tropics of South Florida, where sugar babies are as common as gators,
skeeters and snowbirds. Other titles include the novellas Geekus
Interruptus, Dream Job, Professional Grievers, and Me Go Mango. Sugar
Babies is her first novel. Visit at www.mickeyjcorrigan.com or on Goodreads at www.goodreads.com/author/
Publisher's link: http://www.champagnebooks.
Excerpt:
ESME:
September First
Not
that she wanted to make love to this man. She didn’t. Not at all. But for the
first half-hour, she thought they might be able to negotiate an arrangement,
and then her troubles would be over. Soon enough, however, her hopes flattened
faster than the bubbles in her crystal champagne flute. He was hideous, yet
here she sat, smiling sweetly, reminding herself to sit up straight, bust high
and proud, displaying the obvious to the undeserving.
“I like a bright gal, one who can hold her own
in a social setting, ask smart questions, be witty,” he said around greedy
bites of bloody prime rib. “But she’s gotta keep her mouth shut when it’s not
time to talk. See, I like a girl who carries herself like a lady, somebody I
can trust to not say something stupid when I take her along on business.”
He
pronounced it bidnez, like a ham actor in a grade B mob
movie.
“You
gotta be able to make conversation with the smartest guys in the room, but not
take over the room. Got that?”
He
smacked his lips, swallowed a chunk of meat. Glug. She had an unwanted image of
his epiglottis at work. Very unpleasant. Still, he owned an international
corporation, had homes in four countries, six (count ‘em, six!) Ferraris and a
Gulfstream.
Esme
smiled hard enough to make her dimples show. She brushed her long blonde hair
from her eyes, leaned across the banquet table to allow him a deep gaze at her
exceptional cleavage, and whispered, “I have an undergraduate degree in
computer science. I’m fixin’ to get my master's in business law. At Duke. My
father is a retired diplomat. I do think I come across as educated. And
well-bred.”
She
drawled enough to make her invented-on-the-spot resume sound like a come on.
Her date reached out a clammy hand, grasping her sun-bronzed forearm. His grip
was hard, cold. When he bared his teeth in a wide grin, the mouthful of dull
gray dental amalgam matched what was left of his greased back hair.
Esme
let him play with her fingers. His thumb reminded her of undercooked pork
sausage. She waved her free hand at their surroundings, the starched white
tablecloths, the hushed waiters in stiff aprons, the four hundred dollar bottle
of Dom Perignon Vintage 1995 in the silver ice bucket between them.
She
said, “I like nice things, so I’m comfortable spending time with men who
appreciate the finer aspects of life. Men who are educated and discriminatin’.
Like yourself.”
Theatre
classes would have been the logical prepatory courses for something like this.
Had she only known what she’d actually need in life when she actually was in
school. But she hadn’t known. How could she have predicted where life would
take her?
He
licked his thin blue lips. Like a mangy old lion examining a gazelle. On a
plate. She shivered, but did not let go of his damp hand.
I love that cover and your book looks intriguing, Mickey!
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