It's
hard to find Prince Charming, especially in Vegas where fairy tales are ruined
with tequila shots and bad choices...
Ty
I'm no
one's happily ever after. I'm the guy with various one-night stands on his
bucket list. My job makes it easy to give each fantasy a check mark. It's why
Emma hates me, but I know the truth—she secretly wants me. All the good girls
do. I'd like nothing more than to loosen her tight ponytail and dirty her tidy
apartment.
But she
wants forever, and no matter how addicted to her I become, I'm broken beyond
repair. Emma deserves more than only half of me.
Emma
After a
not-so-amicable breakup, I long for a nice guy who understands my desire for
order and cleanliness in every facet of my life. I tell myself I will not let
Ty disrupt it all with his sexy moves on and off stage. That I despise his
flirty smirks and tattoos. But when they start making me blush, I question
everything—even my own sanity. Because I must be crazy to give in to Ty, right?
As a Vegas
stripper, he oozes sensuality, not marriage vows, and I know I should stay far
away.
But one
night in Sin City, hatred turns into lust. When the sun rises, the question remains…
is there enough magic in Vegas to turn lust into long-lasting love?
*Let
Loose for Me is Book 2 in the Naked Heat series. Each book is a standalone
contemporary romance.
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Excerpt
“Don’t hurt
yourself over there.”
I shoot Ty
a glare, which only makes him smile wider, and I hate how perfect he is. On the
outside, anyway. On the inside, he’s no better than a bird turd in your hair.
Leaning
back, he swallows my couch, his large build too much for this tiny apartment.
“What’re you thinking about so hard? Want to sit on my lap and tell me about
it?”
“Not even
if you had a big red suit on and a jolly smile.”
“So, you’re
into Santa Claus, then? Kinky girl. I like that.”
“How? How
do they let you walk the streets instead of locking you up with a
straitjacket?”
“It’s the
charm.” He winks at me, and my stomach rolls… but not from nausea.
Butterflies.
Too many butterflies.
“I doubt
that.” I turn my face to hide my blush. “You have less charm than the bums on
Venice Beach.”
He spreads
his arms and legs, taking up most of the couch by himself while I’m curled on
the small accent chair to the side. “You’re on fire with the comebacks tonight.
Please, go on.”
“I hear
Texas is terribly hot this time of year. I hope you burn up like a lobster
dropped in boiling water.” I flip him off, then stand to leave.
His large
frame and damning smirk are suffocating me.
“Ouch! Now
that one hurt,” he calls after me.
He’s in
jeans with holes in each knee and a loose T-shirt that gives a peek of the
tattoos across his chest. I’ve never been into tattooed guys. Too messy and
rebellious, neither of which are me.
So why
am I letting Ty get to me?
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