Slut. Hooker. Whore. The taunts never bothered me. They only see what I allow them to see, and a Las Vegas stripper is the perfect cover.
My life had direction. I had a missionâ€”until the man I needed vanished and is presumed dead.
Itâ€™s time to move onâ€”give up the dream for revengeâ€”and no one shows me that more than the mop-headed fighter with eyes the color of the ocean.
If anyone can teach me just how sweet life can be, itâ€™s him. But first, Iâ€™d have to let go.
Mase. Baywatch. Mayhem.
Iâ€™m known by many names, but thereâ€™s only one that stirs panic and worry in my gut every time Iâ€™m called it.
Iâ€™ve bailed him out of trouble for years, so when he turns up in Vegas and asks for me, Iâ€™m prepared for the worst. And the worst is exactly what I get in the form of a lilac-eyed beauty named Trix.
Sheâ€™s everything I hate about Vegas: a stripper, loose with her body and her morals. But thereâ€™s something about her, a complexity that she buries deep, and Iâ€™m determined to uncover it.
The deeper I go, the less I understand. When I finally learn the truth, we engage in a battle where life and death hang in the balance. Fighting could kill us both, but if we win, forever is the prize.