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The story goes like this - A few years ago, Lauren Dane decided to
quit her job and stay home with her brand new second child. As a
result, she had lots of conversations in a sing-song voice but no
real outlet for adult thoughts and words. While on bed-rest with her
pregnancy with the tiny monster, Lauren had plenty of down time so
her husband brought home a second hand laptop and she decided to
“give that writing thing a serious go.”
Lauren had no idea how fabulously wonderful it would feel to
actually make a go of her writing and she’s thankful every day
people actually want to read what she writes! She’s well aware of
her good fortune and loves every moment of it, even when she has to
edit and put Barbie’s dresses back on over and over again. She still
hasn’t managed to figure out how to shut out the sound of the
Backyardigans so she can write a love scene, though.
What Happens in
Vegas
Behind closed doors, the real games begin…
Winning it big.
That's the name of the game at Las Vegas's Liege Hotel
and Casino, where the hottest fantasies hinge on a roll
of the dice…and the tantalizing knowledge that anything
could happen before sunrise.
Cocktail waitress Carinna wants a man to tie her up, not
tie her down. Little does she know that her most willing
partner yet has something else planned for this fiery
Latina bombshell.
Dahlia is a burlesque dancer with a brain for business
and a bod for sin. Her latest admirer may be a
sweet-talking Casanova, but despite what he thinks she's
not giving anything away free.
Meanwhile, Amy has the perfect plan to rob the Liege
Casino blind…until the intimidating owner catches her
red-handed. Now she knows she's going to pay… with both
pleasure and pain.
Professional shill Cassidy is ready to experience a
breathless rendezvous with her "friend with benefits."
But when he proposes five delicious nights of sexy
blackjack, the stakes have never been so high.
Excerpt
The low, sensual beat brought her onto the stage like a
siren. One gloved arm wove through the slit in the curtain
and then the other, parting them as she stood, framed for a
long moment. Her dark hair was piled up on her head
artfully. Long, fake lashes framed big brown eyes. A deep
blue satin dress hugged every curve lovingly, her breasts
pushed up and out of the scooped neckline and as she walked,
the slit on each side of the dress would show her legs to
the upper thigh.
She let the music grab her senses and her rhythm as she
slowly sauntered out onto the narrow stage. Dancer’s heels,
still very high, led her through the beginning of her
routine as she carefully maneuvered the long feather boa to
keep from tripping.
Caught in the music, Dahlia’s muscles burned as she did a
high kick leading into a round kick swiveling her body away
from the audience all in a seamless set of movements.
A feather from the boa stuck to the sweat on her neck as she
slowly rotated her hips in time with the horns in the jazz
band. Her hands rose, slowly taking the boa to wind around
her body. Down it went until she finally stepped out of it
as it lay at her feet, kicking it to the side.
Giving her back to the audience, she raised one hand into
the air as she turned her head, winking over her shoulder.
Knocking her hips from side to side to the smoky jazz beat,
she brought the tips of her gloved fingers to her mouth to
grab the material and pull it off slowly.
The first glove went over her shoulder, into the bar pit the
stage encircled. The second glove came off as she stood in
front of the trumpet player and pulled it off around his
body.
A bump and grind circling the band and she lay down on the
side of the stage near where the bottle service tables were.
Throwing a foot into the air, she gave them all a lot of leg
to look at as the dress slid back. Rolling up onto her
knees, she unzipped the front of the dress and shimmied out
of it. Then she turned, cleverly giving them her back and a
pair of boyshort bottoms with a winking kitty on the ass.
The dress dropped as her forearms came up to cover her
breasts and she bent, looking at them all upside down
through the vee of her legs.
The cheers and applause bolstered her confidence. Up there
she was beautiful and desired and that was okay. More than
okay, it felt marvelous.
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