Las Vegas…it’s the town that lives up to the promise of its nickname, Sin City. A gambler’s paradise for innocent tourists, it conceals a darker, sexual world where the ethereal and wraithlike meet to play a different game…
If there’s one thing succubus Deitre understands it’s revenge. That, and enticing men into arousing, exciting and, okay, perilous sex (for him). Beautiful on the outside, demon on the inside, she’s going to get back at the naughty firefighter in Darkness…unless he plays his cards right…
Bounty hunter Nell is a hell of a tracker. Now she’s in Vegas on the tail of the witch who dared to steal from her clan. She’s going to get to the unsavory harlot through the woman’s ex-fiancÃƒÂ©, and nothing about their charged encounters will be shallow, quick or friendly.
When the half-blood fae male comes to club Darkness, Elena can’t resist acting on the mind-blowing heat coursing between them. She might be betrothed to another, but fae culture says sex with other men until marriage is most definitely foretold.
Tattoo artist Devi is the latent vampire the warlocks need to heal all wounds. But taking her power is a sexually exhausting and dangerous task requiring dark deception…and gambling on her life.
including SENSUAL MAGIC by Lauren Dane
Two years ago, William Emery believed in love. Deciding to make his permanent home in Boston and start a nightclub there, he was locking down funding and approving the font on wedding invitations. Until he found out his fiancÃƒÂ©e was little more than a faithless gold digger.
Emotionally devastated, he moved to Las Vegas where his younger brother lived and began work to create the kind of club he’d always wanted to run. And to drown the memories of his idealism in a sea of female flesh. If you didn’t involve your heart, it never got broken.
Nell Hunter is a witch on the trail of a human who’s stolen from her people. This human is working with a group of mages stealing money and power from the clans and cabals, relying on the need for secrecy to keep their victims quiet and from going to the police. But they hadn’t banked on Nell. She’s a bonded hunter to the court of the Owen clan.
In Vegas, Nell seeks William out, his ex-fiance is the woman she’s looking for. The sparks between them fly immediately and while Nell knows they’re meant to be, William has a harder time with it. They come together as bullets and magic fly â€” nothing worth having is ever easy.
A steaming mug of tea waited for him on his desk as he let the leather of his chair embrace his body. His kingdom. William had learned the hard way just how closed off you had to be, just how distrustful, to hold onto what was important.
A knock on his door sounded and he didn’t bother to look up from his computer screen, instead, just waving whoever it was into the room.
And when he looked up, everything stopped for long moments.
She was long and lean. The short cap of pale blonde curls should have made her girlish but William wagered there wasn’t much girlish about the woman standing in his doorway.
Stylistically, she wasn’t a woman he’d normally have looked at twice. Faded jeans and a button down short sleeved shirt, cowboy boots. In Las Vegas. In August? Not much makeup and her nails were bare, no polish. And yet, whatever it was she exuded was pure sex.
“Can I help you?” He hoped she was there to apply to be a dancer. She had that certain something he knew would amplify up on stage.
Her voice was whisky rough, smoky. Christ.
“Yes. You know, we don’t have any positions open right now but I’d love to see you audition. Did you bring your clothes with you or is that your costume?”
Blinking slowly, she stilled a moment before she laughed. Deep and velvet, seduction. Her laugh brought his already interested cock to full attention.
With a sigh, she dropped gracefully into the chair across from his desk without invitation and pulled a notepad from her bag. When she looked back up at him again he caught bright green eyes and cinnamon lashes.
“Such a kidder. I’m Nell Hunter. I work for Owen Group International and I’m looking for this woman.” She slid a photograph across his desk and his enchantment with her ended when he saw who it was.
Well, that was unexpected. At the sight of Leah’s face, his cock lost all interest. “What do you want her for? Why are you here? I haven’t seen Leah in three years.”
“She’s here in Las Vegas. You haven’t heard from her?” One of her eyebrows rose slowly, as if taunting him.
“I just said that, didn’t I?” Why the hell did this woman have to be so tantalizing?
“You did. Can you tell me about the last time you saw her?”
“No. I think you’re going to do some telling just now. Why the hell are you in my office, in my club asking me about a woman I broke up with three years ago? What did she do?” he asked, suspicious.
“Why do you care? Are you protecting her?” Her lazy manner only barely hid the sharp attentiveness just beneath the surface.
He leaned back once he knew she was as much a shark as he was. William knew how to play this game. This Nell Hunter amused him, fascinated him even. Why not fence a bit with her?
“You know, pretty won’t get you everything, Ms. Hunter. You’re going to have to work for it. Now, I believe I asked who you were and why you were here.”
He didn’t mistake the glimmer of a smile at the edge of her mouth. Her mouth, God. What would she taste like?
“I’m chief of security for my employer. Your fiancÃƒÂ©e worked for a company we’ve done business with for eight years. Through this company and her position in it, Leah Mathers is believed to have embezzled one hundred thousand dollars from The Owen Corporation. Naturally we want our property back. You were engaged to marry the woman. She’s suddenly in the same city you are when we’re very close to finding her. You can see how this might be just a few too many coincidences for us to let pass without some questions.”
She sat back in her chair and he caught the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
“How do you know she’s here?”
“Mr. Emery, I’d like to repeat to you, your wise words of just moments ago. Pretty won’t get you everything. I gave you some, now it’s your turn. Or, don’t you believe in equal gratification?”
Was the lovely Ms. Hunter flirting with him? Even Leah’s apparent continuation of her life of graft couldn’t sour his enjoyment of Nell Hunter.
“As I said, I haven’t seen Leah in three years. I kicked her out of my house. The last time I saw her was at a court hearing when she attempted to wring money from me for breaking off our engagement. After that, I had my attorneys file for a restraining order. I received it and I never laid eyes on the traitorous bitch again.” The humiliation at least had been burned out by his rage at her gall.
“Did she steal from you?”
He clenched his jaw. Time had healed the romantic hurts but it hadn’t fully assuaged the humiliation Leah had brought into his life. “No. But I have no problem believing she’d steal a hundred grand from your boss either.” He hesitated a moment and then shrugged. “She attempted to extort money from my mother.”
Both of her brows rose this time as she shook her head and clucked her tongue. “My goodness. Well then, she’s an idiot. Do you have any idea where she could be here in Las Vegas? Any family or friends?”
“Did you just compliment me, Ms. Hunter?” He smiled at her, feeling like the cat that ate the canary. She may have been long and lean but her tits were gorgeously lush. A brief mental picture of her long, pale legs wrapped around his waist slid through his head.
“You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?” She stood and he did as well. A business card landed on his desk. “If you can think of anyone or any other details, please let me know. I’ll let you get back to,” she looked at the large framed photographs of his dancers on his wall, “work.”
He watched her walk from his door and listened to the click of her heels as she headed out to the front doors.
“Oh yes. I am sure.” Smiling, he sat back in his chair and turned her card over between his fingers.