Sin City Series

Emily Chase is desperate. Already deep in debt thanks to an injury that ended her ballet career, she's stuck in Las Vegas wondering how she'll pay for her car repairs. It’s not until she finds herself in the Pink Pussycat strip club that things start to look up. Just being there turns her on, and when she sees the money the dancers are making, she wonders if there could be a wild, sexy stripper inside her just waiting to come out. Then she meets gorgeous bouncer Cutter Lawrence, and he turns out to be just the inspiration she needs.

Cutter notices the beautiful blond the second she enters the club, and after catching sight of her impromptu audition, all he can think about are her endless legs and creamy skin. As soon as she’s hired he know he’s in trouble. The chemistry between them is unmistakable, and watching her strip is pure torture. But he’s fresh off a bad break-up, and the last thing he wants is to be the guy Emily slums with before she ditches Las Vegas and returns to her real life.

Cutter tries to keep his cool, but his restraint evaporates in the face of Emily’s heat. Soon the two of them are in far deeper than they ever expected. The only question is, how long will it last?

Set Loose is a steamy, 38,000 word novella.

Excerpt:

“You want to tell me what that was all about?” Cutter asked, moving toward her until her back was against the door. But even as he asked, another part of his brain answered: Who cares?

She was still in her heels, but even so he was a good six inches taller than her. He pushed her long, silken hair off her shoulder and smoothed his palm over her skin, unable to keep from touching her. She trembled and a pulse throbbed in her neck.

She looked up at him, her lush mouth set in a stubborn pout, her eyes defiant and uncertain. “Maybe I wanted you to see what you were missing.”

“You’re killing me, Emily,” he said, his voice coming out rough and desperate.

But he was done talking, done caring about the fallout. He wanted her now.

His mouth slanted down over hers, the first taste of her nearly bringing him to his knees. She opened for him immediately, her whimper of need driving him even more insane. Kissing her was like drinking from a well in the desert, and he couldn’t stop. Her lips were soft, her mouth tasting faintly of red wine, and he dove into her again and again, his tongue dancing with hers, insistent and demanding.

She molded herself to him without hesitation, her robe falling open so that he could feel the heat of her bare breasts and thighs. He pressed himself to her, letting her feel his full arousal, driving himself crazy. Her hands ran over him, restlessly touching everywhere, sliding under his shirt where her nails dug into him, urging him on.