When Miah gets out-of-control drunk and loses more than she can pay, Joel offers Abby an unusual way out of the jam. Depending upon who wins one game of high-card, the alpha male will either cover Miah's losses, or Abby will become his sex slave for the duration of the rest of her stay in Vegas. Desperately wanting to help her friend, Abby is sorely tempted by his offer, even though she is not a gambling woman. Finally, she takes a chance and plays the game.
When she loses the draw, Abby's once limited sexual horizons are pushed to their limits.
With his understanding and sympathetic nature, however, Joel could prove to be more than a means to heal the hurt from her past. In fact, he might just be the one man she'd always dreamed of. Then again, he could also be a conman. In the end, only she can decide what her limits are.
And what happens after that is anyone's game.
Abby doesn't gamble. But when her friend's happiness is at stake, she risks her own body, betting on one crucial turn of the cards.
"And bring random women."
"You're fishing again."
I wiggled my butt at him. "I'm not the pervy one into donkeys."
He laughed. "I'm not into donkeys, you twit. I just love nature. You can lose yourself in the city, sometimes. I come out here to remind myself that Vegas is just an illusion. And you know exactly what I mean, you mischievous minx."
I did. But it was fun to string him along for a bit. I walked a little way off, following some loose tumbleweed, imagining what it would be like to drift so randomly free. But then I looked back to see if Joel was watching me. He was just a foot or so away, and had that look, so I knew I was in for it.
"Take your dress off."
"Here? Out in the open?"
"You know the rules, Abby. Do not question me when we play."
"Yes, oh, masterful one."
"You'll be punished for that."
I laughed, but played along. This time, my heart stopped more from the fear of being seen by others than from being naked in front of him. But I was growing used to obeying his commands. I removed my hat, pulled my dress over my head, and stood there, exposed to the elements and the burro. I prayed at least he'd avert his innocent eyes.
"And the rest. Take those off, too. You can put the hat back on. I don't want you getting sunstroke."
This time I took everything off quickly. The longer I dragged this out, the greater the chance of discovery.
"Now drop to your knees."
Heather Hart is a British novelist and short story writer. Her pen names include P J Perryman and Jill Jackson. She currently lives in Maryland with two fat cats just a few doors away from her adopted American family. Heather dreams of having a NY Times best seller and being hugged by Benedict Cumberbatch. She's not fussy about which one comes first. Unless there’s chocolate. Sweet Lord, please! Feed her chocolate.
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About the Author:
How much of your books are realistic?
The settings and scenes may exist - but the storylines are fictional. That said, every author is touched by the world we live in - how could it be otherwise? My characters have inherited traits from people I have known, loved and hated. Course, unlike real people you can’t actually shag them, but maybe technology will catch up one day and you might be able to, who knows?
And yes, I’m British.
Born In London I am proud to say I now write for Blushing Books. I’ll pen whatever pops into my head, and lately that’s been erotica and fantasy. I like feisty chicks with a kick-ass attitude to life - the sex goes with the character - so like a snug pair of panties I write what suits them, and not necessarily what everyone’s expecting. All my characters are flawed, including my heroes, because I like them to learn something as they move through the story. If they’re on a journey; then so are you, the reader, and I think that’s more fun.
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