Hi All!

I’m Dani Antoinette and I’m happy to be here. I want to thank Jess for having me as a guest on her blog today.

I’m a fairly new romance author, but longtime lover of reading romance. I remember reading Harlequin romance novels when I was 13. They used to have a subscription service where you could get six books a month for a fee. My mom wasn’t too happy about me using her credit card for that, but look at where I’m at now! During the day, I dominate the real estate world, and at night, I write hot romances that will make you swoon and sweat, but in a good way. When I’m not writing, I’m designing romance book covers. I’m getting ready to open up shop this weekend, so check me out on Facebook to see some of my work.

My first book, Wild Talk, released in January and let me tell you, I most certainly felt the love from the romance community! Wild Talk follows Madeline, a virgin phone sex operator as she deals with a sexy, ex-marine alpha, Mason. It’s more on the romantic comedy side, as that is what I enjoy reading the most. Don’t get me wrong, I love all types of romance from the dark and filthy to sweet and swoon-worthy, but boy do I love a good laugh. I like to think Wild Talk embodies all of the above.

Wild Talk is definitely my book baby and I loved writing the characters so much. Madeline is a phone sex operator, and also a virgin. I really thought that would be such a fun combination, and it turned out that it was. Mason is an ex-marine who now owns his private security firm, and although Madeline thinks its fate that brought them together, it might not actually be.

Want a sneak peek at chapter one? Scroll to the bottom to read. 

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Wild Talk Blurb:


I had it all figured out. Graduate college, move to Chicago and start living the dream.

It was all going swimmingly…until I got laid off after one week.

Refusing to admit failure and move back home, I take the next job opportunity I’m given and run with it. Believe me when I say, becoming a phone operator was not part of my life plan. And while I love my job, sometimes it’s better to keep it a secret.

Especially from a man like Mason King. Devilishly perfect in every single way, even down to the way he smells. It should be a crime to be that flawless. Mason is bossy and persistent, and thinks he can bulldoze his way into my life and have me, in every sense of the word, but I don’t plan to make it that easy for him.

Too bad my heart failed to get the memo. Traitor.


I’m a man who likes order, for things to be perfectly in place, and to get the bad guys. My time in the Marine Corps taught me that.

Now I run my own private security firm, where those beliefs are still firmly in place.

So, when I’m hired to learn all I can about a potential accomplice to a crime, by any means necessary, I never expected to fall for her. I never planned for her to bring disorder into my life.

Now, I can’t imagine life without her.

And I will lose her if she finds out my secret.

Chapter One:

Madeline—Friday Night

“Looks like we have ourselves a party girl.”

I scrunched up my nose at the man across from me and nodded at the waiter to refill my wine glass. We had gotten a table on the terrace, surrounded by couples enjoying their Friday date night, sipping wine and laughing as the sun set over the lake. The sound of plates clacking against each other echoed out from the kitchen while a man played the piano from a stage in the back. A waitress came by every so often to refill his water and signal him to wipe the sweat from his forehead. It would have been pretty nice, except I was here with Miles Fitz, a man who seemed to think my chest was the only thing worth looking at tonight.

He looked up and a creepy smile crept across his face as he eyed my lips. “Leave the bottle,” he said with a wave of his hand.

I gritted my teeth as his foot touched mine under the table. I had promised my friend Olive I would go on this date with her boss’s nephew and be on my best behavior, but this guy was two seconds away from getting a glass of wine thrown in his face.

I plastered on a fake smile and swiveled my legs to the side, out of his reach. “Not a party girl, just enjoying a glass of wine,” I said as I took a sip.

He licked his lips and leaned in to the table, his cologne wafting across the open space between us, making me want to gag.

“Tell me what other things you enjoy.” His eyes roamed down my body, his fingers tapping on the table.

“Hmm…I enjoy cats, going to the beach, and watching serial killer documentaries on Netflix.” I smiled as I glanced over at the couple sitting at the table in front of us. The woman had silky raven hair and was sitting with her back to me. The man was the one who kept grabbing my attention. I’d felt his eyes on me throughout the dinner but every time I glanced up, he wasn’t looking. Wishful thinking on my part.

I gave him a once-over, attempting to be discreet as Miles poured more wine into his glass. He was wearing dark slacks and a button-up shirt with the top open. He was leaning into the table and grinning. Something his date saying had him laughing a deep laugh that brought butterflies to my stomach. I watched as his thumb stroked the side of his glass, wiping the condensation away. His hands looked strong. Powerful. Like they would know what to do with a woman. I angled my head as his date adjusted in her seat, blocking my view. He ran his finger along the inside of his drink and stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking lightly. I drank in the sight of him, squeezing my thighs together. His eyes flickered to mine, catching me off guard. I felt the heat rise from my neck to my cheeks as he winked at me. My lips parted and my breath caught as I quickly turned my head back to Miles.

Stop being a pervert, Madeline. He’s on a date. You’re on a date. A lousy one, but still a date. I pushed back into my chair, avoiding the man’s gaze as Miles cleared his throat.

“Serial killer documentaries?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow. “That’s…morbid.”

Point one for Madeline.

“It’s very fascinating,” I said, my voice filled with false excitement as I leaned in and put my elbows on the table. “My favorite one is about the Chicago Butcher.”

I spent the next few minutes detailing the life of the Chicago Butcher. I didn’t really watch serial killer documentaries. The sight of blood was too much for me to handle. But my roommate in college had. I had walked in on her sitting in the dark, eating popcorn, the reflection of the TV illuminating her glasses. So I had been forced to watch it with her in our cramped dorm room one night. And luckily, I remembered everything about that documentary and was able to fake enthusiasm as I explained how the Butcher had gotten his name to a now pale Miles.

I rubbed my stomach and excused myself to deal with lady issues. I wondered how unappealing I was going to have to make myself sound before Miles lost interest. I was going to have to work a little bit harder if I was going to slip out of here early. I made my way back to the end of the restaurant, headed down a dim hallway and pushed the bathroom door shut, leaning against the door. I texted Olive and asked her how much trouble she would be in if I snuck out the bathroom window. The idea of going back to the table was almost unbearable at this point. She sent back a red-faced emoji next to a sharp knife. I groaned as I realized I wouldn’t be able to sneak out of here with her blessing. I tied my hair back into a ponytail and puckered my lips at my reflection.

You can do this, girl. This is not your first rodeo. Deal with this creep for another twenty minutes then pretend you’re sick.


I opened the bathroom door and entered the hallway, the only light coming from the exit sign by the back door. I pushed my purse up on my shoulder and turned, smacking directly into Miles.

“Hey!” I exclaimed as he grabbed my wrists and pushed me against the bathroom door.

“All better?” He leered as he towered over me. A sheen of sweat covered his forehead, his blond hair sticking there. He lowered his head down to my neck and inhaled, letting out a small groan. The strong smell of cigarettes had me turning my head away from him.

“Let go of me,” I demanded. My bracelets rolled down my arm as he lifted my wrists above my head. He pushed his crotch into my stomach. A chill ran down my spine as my internal panic alarm started to ring.

“Shh,” he whispered into my ear, “let’s stop playing games, Madeline.” His lips were inches from mine.

Not today, scumbag.

I raised my foot, my heel slamming into his toes as I let out a warrior roar I had learned at RAD. Olive had insisted we go to a class last year. And every month thereafter. It was a series of classes where women were taught self-defense. They taught us how to fight off an attacker, how to yell and take control of the situation. “You can never be too prepared,” Olive had lectured.

Miles cursed, releasing my arms as he stumbled backwards. He regained his composure and sneered as he took a step forward, reaching for me. My purse slid down my arm and I swung, smacking him in the chest as all the contents spilled to the floor. He grabbed my wrist, holding it tightly.

“What the hell is going on here?” a voice boomed from behind me.

I startled at the voice, my head whipping around to see who it came from. A man stood at the end of the hall, his body taking up the entirety of the door frame.

Not just any man. The man from the table. Finger-sucking guy.

He stormed down the hall, looking from Miles to me. My hair spilled out from my ponytail as my chest rose up and down, adrenaline coursing through my body. Miles released my wrist and smoothed his jacket down, adjusting his tie as he eyed the man approaching us.

“Get lost, bozo,” Miles sneered as he puffed out his chest.

“Wrong answer,” finger guy growled. His muscles tensed under his shirt as he squared his shoulders and approached Miles. Miles’ eyes went wide as he took a step back. Finger guy grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back and then slammed him into the wall.

Miles let out a squeal as finger guy used his other arm to press against the back of his neck, holding him in place.

“Did he hurt you?” finger guy demanded, pushing his forearm deeper into the crook of Miles’ neck when Miles tried to answer. He turned his head towards me. “Did he?” His voice was softer this time.

I cleared my throat and swallowed. “No, I had it under control.” I let out a deep breath that I had been holding in, reaching for the wall to hold myself up.

His eyes searched mine and I couldn’t fight the tingle that crept up my back, making me shiver. My nipples hardened as his eyes made his way down my body. My hands trembled as I pressed my back against the cool wall.

“Sure you did,” he drawled, his eyes piercing mine.

I narrowed my eyes at him. So much for Prince Charming. I opened my mouth to let him know that I had in fact had it under control before he’d come barreling down the hall like a wild buffalo, but was cut off by another man wearing a dark suit storming down the hall. Finger guy nodded. “Garret,” he acknowledged. He pushed off Miles and let his arm drop from his grasp.

Miles turned and sneered, cocking his arm back. Garret was faster than him and he reached for Miles, grabbing him by the collar. He head-butted him, causing Miles to groan as he slid down the wall to the floor.

I gasped and took a step to the side as finger guy stepped over him crumpled on the floor. He held his hand up and walked slowly toward me.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

He grabbed my arm, examining where Miles had gripped me, and stroked his finger over the bruise that was already forming. My body heated up at how close he was. His calloused finger felt rough against my soft skin. I looked over at Garret as he lifted Miles off the floor and threw him over his shoulder like a rag doll.

“I’ll take care of it, Mason.” Garret kicked the door open and walked out.

“Mason?” I questioned. He looked down at me, his face unreadable as he let my arm fall back to my side.

“You should be more careful,” he said, his voice like a sweet caress against my whole body. He leaned down and began to pick up the contents of my purse.

I felt a sting of irritation. I should be more careful? He didn’t even know what had happened. I kneeled down and picked up my wallet, keys and lip gloss.

“I told you, I can take care of myself,” I huffed as I moved my hands around, searching for anything else that might have fallen out.

He chuckled and stood up, my eyes now directly aligned with his crotch. I licked my lips and slowly raised my eyes up his chest to meet his eyes. His lips curled in a small smile as he held his hand out to me.

Good grief, what is happening to me?

I grabbed his hand and he lifted me up. “You should carry mace, a weapon,” he said.

“I am a weapon,” I retorted as I stood with my hands on my hips.

Buy links:

Amazon US ➜ http://amzn.to/2FNmYoe

iBooks ➜ http://bit.ly/WildTalkBook

Barnes & Noble ➜ http://bit.ly/WildTalkBN

Thank you, Dani, for participating in the author guest post section of my blog!

Wild Talk is definitely going on my TBR list!


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