Naughtier than Nice

by Eric Jerome Dickey

Overview

New York Times bestseller Eric Jerome Dickey revisits the scene of his holiday romp Naughty or Nice, featuring the McBroom sisters, whose romantic adventures make for a white (hot) Christmas.
 
Readers first met the McBroom sisters in Eric Jerome Dickey’s New York Times bestseller Naughty or Nice. In the highly anticipated sequel, Naughtier than Nice, we find out what happens on the other side of the fairy tale.
 
The lives of Frankie, Tommie, and Olivia (Livvy) haven’t turned out quite as planned. Frankie has a pair of stalkers. The life that Tommie had dreamed of having with Blue has become anything but perfect, and Olivia, despite her efforts, hasn’t been able to get over the psychological barrier caused by her husband’s affair in Naughty or Nice.  

Frankie’s life has taken on an element of danger, and she calls upon Driver, an ex-con who first appears in Dickey’s Drive Me Crazy, to bail her out of a potentially life-threatening situation, but that is a secret she has kept from her sisters.

Tommie and Blue are now engaged, but due to something her more-mature love has done, the wedding is indefinitely on hold. As Blue and Tommie remain the perfect couple in public, Tommie has found herself physically attracted to a younger man. But that is a secret she has kept from her sisters.

Livvy is trying to recapture the adventure she had during her revenge affair. She is seldom intimate with her husband, Tony, but when she has relations with him, it is by her rules and under certain conditions—it has to be a ménage à trois. But that is a secret she has kept from her sisters.

Though the sisters are as close as any sisters could be, none wants the other two to know the dark secrets she is hiding. And during this season, all of the McBroom sisters are Naughtier than Nice.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780525955207
Publisher:	Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:	10/27/2015
Pages:	368
Product dimensions:	4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range:	18 Years

About the Author

Eric Jerome Dickey is the New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty previous novels, as well as a six-issue miniseries of graphic novels featuring Storm (X-Men) and the Black Panther. Originally from Memphis, Dickey now lives on the road and rests in whatever hotel will have him.

Hometown:

Los Angeles, California

Date of Birth:

July 7, 1961

Place of Birth:

Memphis, Tennessee

Education:

B.S., University of Memphis, 1983

Website:

http://www.ericjeromedickey.com

Read an Excerpt

***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof***

Copyright © 2015 Eric Jerome Dickey

Frankie

Hoodwinked. Bamboozled. Betrayed. My rage was bottomless.

My younger sister Tommie told me that I suffered from dysphoria—a state of feeling unwell—due to overthinking, insomnia, and depression. My middle sister, Livvy, said I was just pissed the fuck off.

I agreed with Livvy. I was pissed off to a level of pissivity previously unknown to womankind.

I scowled at what had been my engagement ring—a two-carat Petra Gems platinum engagement ring—and cursed Franklin Carruthers. It was a ring that looked like the truest of true loves. We’d flown to New Providence Island, leased a suite at Sandals Royal Bahamian Spa, and had a driver take us to John Bull on Bay Street. While the luxury of Gucci, Cartier, Rolex, Bvlgari, and Citizen’s lines surrounded us, we picked out amazing rings, then set a date and planned a beach wedding in Turks and Caicos. I’d had the ring appraised. Twenty grand. If only love could be appraised to see if it’s true or just a chunk of cubic zirconium. After we’d come home from the Bahamas, we had all gone out to a sunset dinner in Marina Del Rey, and Franklin eased down on his knees in front of my sisters, Monica, Tony, and Blue. Franklin had asked me to marry him, gave a speech praising me and made it official, slid a ring on my finger knowing bigamy was illegal.

Franklin Carruthers. We used to call ourselves Frankie and Frankie. I’d seen a chance Christmastime meeting with a man who had been christened with the male version of my name as a sign. I thought I’d found my knight in shining armor, but he was just another liar wrapped in aluminum foil.

We’d announced to our friends and on social media that we were going to be Mrs. Franklin and Frankie Carruthers. I changed my status from SINGLE to ENGAGED to let other men know they’d missed out on the last single McBroom and to let other women know I’d been bumped up to first class. I had imagined our entire life together, up until the end. The wedding was to be my rebirth. I’d expected both of my sisters to be with me in a thousand photos. Had imagined Tommie, Livvy, and me with big smiles and tears of joy as the McBroom girls stood near the shore and its turquoise water. Life was a false perfect.

We’d become one of those sickening, attention-seeking, braggadocious couples on social media, broadcasting our love for each other at sunrise, having public conversations from the time we left each other to the moment we were back in the same space, tweeting witticisms, and pretty much uploading a new amorous photo every day. We were both entrepreneurs, a power couple living life to the utmost.

We’d taken time from our respective businesses, wanted to be alone, and traveled the world. Our sabbatical from Cali lasted two months. We handled all of our affairs by phone, proxy, e-mail, and fax.

He was going to be my husband, so there were no holds barred.

So many memories were captured in more than ten thousand digital photos.

In Italy, Franklin pulled me to a concealed outdoor location, and as people walked by unaware, that country boy gave cunnilingus like I was better than Momma’s baked chicken. My 'Bama man was a wicked double-dipper—would feast on me, rock me real good, then, while it was hot, ease down for seconds. After the loving, we rushed by Renaissance and Baroque architecture, laughed as we passed by the world’s finest collections of sculptures, carvings, frescoes, and paintings to rejoin the walking tour for the Vatican Museums, the Sistine Chapel, Raphael’s Rooms, and St. Peter’s Basilica. Having an orgasm, then looking up and seeing incredible frescoes by Michelangelo was like being in God’s living room. Photo after photo, my love hangover had me giggling, glowing, before the beautiful Pietà sculpture. We tried to behave but acted like out-of-control teenagers with YOLO tattooed in invisible ink across our foreheads. The magnificent engagement ring on my hand told me this was the start of perfection.

It hurts to remember how big a fool I was. Two months of traveling, and there was no foreshadowing of what was yet to come. The ones we make love to today will screw us tomorrow.

Before we had taken our vacation, we had gone to see a renowned specialist in Beverly Hills. It blew my mind. We were trying to make a baby while we were in Paris, Italy, and Africa. Not an accidental baby. An intentional baby. I wanted to be pregnant before my middle sister, Livvy, and definitely before our younger sister, Tommie. I was the oldest McBroom sister on this branch and that was my right, to have the first McBroom grandchild. After we had taken our sabbatical and returned home, after we had been greeted by all of our friends and family, we were in my house, in my master bedroom.

The Titanic had been unsinkable, the Hindenburg indestructible, the Luftwaffe unbeatable.

My relationship with Franklin was supposed to be as unbreakable as the Chicago Bulls during the 1995–1996 season. I’ll never forget that night when my romantic illusions came to an end.

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher

“Dickey’s fans flock to his readings. . . . He’s perfected an addictive fictional formula.”—The New York Times

"Dickey has the knack for creating characters who elicit both rage and sympathy."—Entertainment Weekly on Naughty or Nice

"A very funny and engrossing novel. . . . Plenty of the laugh-out-loud humor that has made Dickey’s work a staple on bestseller lists."—Booklist on Naughty or Nice

"A wild, thrilling ride."—Ebony on A Wanted Woman

 

Editorial Reviews

08/31/2015
Dickey’s excellent second novel of the McBroom sisters (after 2003’s Naughty or Nice) spans a year from one Christmas to the next, delivering family drama, romantic angst, and sexual gymnastics by the boatload. When eldest sister Frankie McBroom is betrayed in love, her sisters, Livvy and Tommie, come immediately to her defense. But soon the rest of the McBrooms are struggling to conceal the flaws in their own relationships, and their secrets and lies endanger them all. Everyone in the book seems simultaneously focused on love, honesty, chaos, and self-destruction. Dickey has deft control of each voice, and the Los Angeles backdrop is so well drawn that it becomes a character in its own right. The resolution is messy, terrifying, and satisfying all at once, with fresh blooms of hope for all concerned. Agent: Sara Camilli, Sara Camilli Agency. (Oct.)

Publishers Weekly

Praise for Naughtier than Nice

"If you’re looking for something extra steamy to keep you warm, reach for this enticing romance novel.”—Metro

"Another white-hot Christmas. . . . Romantic dramas and sexy secrets make for sultry seasonal reading."—BookPage

"Dickey has deft control of each voice, and the Los Angeles backdrop is so well drawn that it becomes a character in its own right."—Publishers Weekly

“[A] steamy tale of lustful women troubled in love. . . . Dickey's fans will rejoice.”—Kirkus Reviews

"A thrilling ending and loads of hot sexual gymnastics will draw Dickey’s many fans."—Library Journal

"An absorbing read."—Booklist

Praise for Eric Jerome Dickey and His Novels 

“Dickey’s fans flock to his readings. . . . He’s perfected an addictive fictional formula.”—The New York Times

"Dickey has the knack for creating characters who elicit both rage and sympathy."—Entertainment Weekly 

"A very funny and engrossing novel. . . . Plenty of the laugh-out-loud humor that has made Dickey’s work a staple on bestseller lists."—Booklist on Naughty or Nice

“Dickey is a master at writing about women and what they want and how they want it. There are three kinds of physical love in these pages: hot, red hot, and nuclear.”—Publishers Weekly on Naughty or Nice 

"Must-read romance. . . . A cerebral, sometimes sensual, sometimes suspenseful, and quite a memorable ride."—USAToday.com's Happy Ever After on One Night 
 

From the Publisher

2015-07-29
The McBroom sisters return in this steamy tale of lustful women troubled in love. Oldest sister Frankie is eagerly planning not only an extravagant wedding, but also a baby with Franklin Carruthers, a wealthy renovator of classic cars. After yet another night of mind-blowing sexual acrobatics, however, Frankie receives a call that demolishes the whole house of cards: Franklin is already married. Meanwhile, middle sister Livvy is trying to make sense of her life following her husband's infidelity and her own retaliation with a ménage à trois. Youngest sister Tommie has man troubles of a different kind: she can't decide whether to stay with her longtime fiance, Blue. She loves his daughter, Monica, who's come to see Tommie as her mommy, despite having had enough of his ex-wife's interference in their lives. But Blue has had a vasectomy without even consulting her. She's tempted to return to Beale Street, her former boss, her former lover, and a globally worshiped writer. Things begin to turn even messier for the McBroom sisters when Frankie realizes she has a stalker whose pranks escalate from moving the furniture in her house to life-threatening high jinks. Erotic, salacious, yet often simply crude, Dickey's (One Night, 2015, etc.) tale develops through sexual encounters: every bedroom romp ratchets up the levels of guilt or desire motivating the sisters. Although Dickey sets his characters in a world rich with material possessions, several oddly placed items create discord; for example, Frankie and Franklin's erotic play requires wine, candles, the Kama Sutra, and, weirdly, blue Gatorade. Despite some grisly plot twists, everything is tied up neatly in the end, with the wicked soundly punished and the McBroom family triumphant. Dickey's fans will rejoice.

Kirkus Reviews