Vengeful Vixens: Books 1-2
(2023)(A book in the Vengeful Vixens series)
An omnibus of novels by Indie Sparks
Book 1: Your Boss Says Hi!
This is a revenge story. Well, that’s my intention, anyway . . .
I, Oakley Durant, am nobody’s fool, at least not once I’ve seen photographic evidence. If my smug-faced, lying boyfriend thinks he can gaslight me out of believing that I saw who and what I saw on his phone, he’s got a wake-up call coming in hot. I recognize her and the cross-eyed squirrel on her shoulder—which should definitely have left her with more than a few RAGRETS!
But we’re at his company picnic, and I am not going to make a spectacle of myself. I’m going to have one more free margarita, and then I’m going to get the hell out of here.
This is rock-solid plan . . . until the owner of the company, Hollis Nyx, former NFL player/current Daddy Thick Thighs (ugh, don’t ask, and please do not encourage my use of this nickname – it could only end embarrassingly for me), raises his beer at me and smiles. It would be rude not to say hello and introduce myself.
You know how sometimes hello leads to a conversation, which leads to some mild flirtation, which leads to two people in the elevator headed up to the president/CEO’s impressive corner office? Yeah, it’s like that.
Listen, nobody’s looking for a happily ever after here. I know exactly what I’m doing with this man. I'm getting even, that's all. This is just one incredibly hot, spite-fueled encounter on his huge leather couch. And up against his tinted (probably) windows. And in his private bathroom. And it only makes sense that a gentleman like Hollis Nyx would buy me dinner afterward. But that’s where it ends. This is no fairy tale. No swoon-worthy romance.
Nope, never going to happen.
Book 2: Your Trainer Says Hi!Best friend extraordinaire, Nadine Garrison, is back for book two, but she’s got her own problems this time.
Sure, in retrospect, going into business with some guy I’d only been dating for six months sounds impulsive.
Okay, it was impulsive, but it was a good opportunity, and Heath put in as much money as I did. We were equal partners. Until he made an unauthorized withdrawal.
It’s not like he absconded to another country with the money. No, he sunk every dime into a foolproof investment. In my defense, I was vulnerable when we met, and Heath was only supposed to be my rebound guy. I never dreamed I’d have to financially rebound from him.
So now, while he’s busy hawking snake oil, trying to grow his downline, I’m out here just trying to maintain my sanity, stay on top of my game for my sales job, and keep our juice bar afloat.
But there’s always time for vengeance. Heath stole my money; I’ll take his beloved personal trainer. It’s a start.
Wick puts my body through the wringer, in the gym and out, but he’s so not my type. His storm-cloud eyes might see right through me, and his filthy mouth definitely takes my mind off my troubles for a while, but there is not a more arrogant man in the world. Like I said, so not my type. So, why do I keep seeing him?
Genre: Romance
This is a revenge story. Well, that’s my intention, anyway . . .
I, Oakley Durant, am nobody’s fool, at least not once I’ve seen photographic evidence. If my smug-faced, lying boyfriend thinks he can gaslight me out of believing that I saw who and what I saw on his phone, he’s got a wake-up call coming in hot. I recognize her and the cross-eyed squirrel on her shoulder—which should definitely have left her with more than a few RAGRETS!
But we’re at his company picnic, and I am not going to make a spectacle of myself. I’m going to have one more free margarita, and then I’m going to get the hell out of here.
This is rock-solid plan . . . until the owner of the company, Hollis Nyx, former NFL player/current Daddy Thick Thighs (ugh, don’t ask, and please do not encourage my use of this nickname – it could only end embarrassingly for me), raises his beer at me and smiles. It would be rude not to say hello and introduce myself.
You know how sometimes hello leads to a conversation, which leads to some mild flirtation, which leads to two people in the elevator headed up to the president/CEO’s impressive corner office? Yeah, it’s like that.
Listen, nobody’s looking for a happily ever after here. I know exactly what I’m doing with this man. I'm getting even, that's all. This is just one incredibly hot, spite-fueled encounter on his huge leather couch. And up against his tinted (probably) windows. And in his private bathroom. And it only makes sense that a gentleman like Hollis Nyx would buy me dinner afterward. But that’s where it ends. This is no fairy tale. No swoon-worthy romance.
Nope, never going to happen.
Book 2: Your Trainer Says Hi!Best friend extraordinaire, Nadine Garrison, is back for book two, but she’s got her own problems this time.
Sure, in retrospect, going into business with some guy I’d only been dating for six months sounds impulsive.
Okay, it was impulsive, but it was a good opportunity, and Heath put in as much money as I did. We were equal partners. Until he made an unauthorized withdrawal.
It’s not like he absconded to another country with the money. No, he sunk every dime into a foolproof investment. In my defense, I was vulnerable when we met, and Heath was only supposed to be my rebound guy. I never dreamed I’d have to financially rebound from him.
So now, while he’s busy hawking snake oil, trying to grow his downline, I’m out here just trying to maintain my sanity, stay on top of my game for my sales job, and keep our juice bar afloat.
But there’s always time for vengeance. Heath stole my money; I’ll take his beloved personal trainer. It’s a start.
Wick puts my body through the wringer, in the gym and out, but he’s so not my type. His storm-cloud eyes might see right through me, and his filthy mouth definitely takes my mind off my troubles for a while, but there is not a more arrogant man in the world. Like I said, so not my type. So, why do I keep seeing him?
Genre: Romance
Used availability for Indie Sparks's Vengeful Vixens: Books 1-2