Published on 6-1-15 Genres: Romantic Suspense
Murder. Lies. Betrayal.
I deal with those things every day. My name is Jason Avery, one of the best undercover agents in the country. I have yet to fail on a mission, which is why I've been sent to Vegas. Countless women have been abducted, tortured, only to show up dead in the middle of the night. It's my job to find out which sick f*** is responsible. Unfortunately, every lead sends me to a dead end; at least, until Aylee McFadden shows up at my door.
Aylee is a stubborn, headstrong FBI agent and also one of the sexiest women I've ever seen with a gun. In joining me, it gives us the leverage we need to get on the inside. She fights me at every turn, but soon realizes there's more to me than tattoos and a dirty mouth. I can't get enough of her. Now that we're in the game, we're one step closer to solving the crime. However, gambling with money isn't what the big boys want. They want the one thing I'm not willing to give.
It's a no limit game, and if I back down I lose everything. I will lose her.
“All right, let’s quickly go over everything. Whatever you do, do not go anywhere out of my sight. I want to keep my eyes on you the entire time.”
“Same goes for you. No horny waitresses, no corner prostitutes, no escorts. I need to make sure you don’t get distracted.”
He chuckled. “Baby, I don’t have to pay for sex. But now that I have you helping out, I might be able to squeeze in some fun time.”
“By all means. Just make sure you go somewhere else and not in our room.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to get us a suite with two rooms. That way we don’t bother each other.”
“As long as they have noise deadening walls, I’m good to go.”
“So you’re a screamer then?”
“What? I was talking about—” I shook my head. “Never mind.”
His laugh made my teeth clench. “Looks like I made someone blush. I think it’s kind of sexy.”
I huffed. “All you’ve done is made my trigger finger twitchy. Keep it up and I’ll be working this case alone.”
The driver dropped us off at Caesar’s Palace and before checking out the casino, Jason reserved us the penthouse suite. It was huge with two bedrooms, the epitome of luxury and elegance.
“You must’ve earned some serious money while you’ve been out here.”
He chuckled. “You have no idea. Pick which room you want and I’ll take the other. I made sure they were on opposite ends so you couldn’t hear the screams of pleasure about to ensue.
Wouldn’t want you to get jealous.”
“Jackass,” I mumbled under my breath. “Doesn’t matter much to me.”
“And then once you’re settled we’ll have to work out a system.”
“Like hanging a sock on the door knob when you’re horny and looking for a little of this.” He gestured down his body.
“Oh, good grief. That will never happen. Ever.”