Thank you so much for having me as your guest on For The Love of Reading! I’m going to talk about an intriguing subject:
A Sexy game of gamble
Dares, Games, Bets, and Their Sexual Temptation Side
Who likes to walk on the wild side?
I DO! Especially in my romance fiction. There is something so naughty and exciting about a game of truth and dare...or a riveting round of strip poker.
But nothing beats a gambler’s bet at the card table. Especially when the stakes are high. How high you ask?
Ah, how about anything goes for the night?
Welcome to my erotic story, Play Me, for the 1Night Stand series at Decadent.
Sloane Keller is the “Queen of Cards” and a poker champion. Roman Steele is a dealer in Vegas with one goal: get the lovely card queen into bed. On his terms.
When they play a game at the blackjack table, both the characters and the reader are holding their breath for the outcome. Imagine Sloane’s surprise when her expertise fails, and she must surrender her control for twenty-four hours.
Now, that’s what I call a gamble well lost.
Games are a great way to introduce fun and daring into a story. A casino setting called to my own gambler’s blood and love for the unknown. I hope you enjoy the dynamics between Rome and Sloane and their antics in Vegas. Some very private antics!
"Professional gambler Sloane Keller is tired of dating weak willed men and longs to meet a man who challenges her dominant personality and forces her to submit. As the Queen of Cards, she’s used to making her own rules and craves the excitement of Vegas. But her inner heart cries out for someone who can be her match, both inside the casino and in the bedroom.
As the new dealer in town, Roman Steele is burnt out on women looking for a quick penny and a man to follow. He craves a woman with fire in her soul and a keen intellect who can challenge him. When his brother recruits Madame Eve to help, Rome is amazed at the complicated woman he gets to spend the night with. But when the evening is over, will she be gutsy enough to offer him forever?"
She raised her hand to her dealer, Wayne, for a short pause then swiveled in her stool to face the man beside her.
“Were you ever going to introduce yourself?”
His bold appraisal stripped her naked and pumped her with pleasure. An amused smile touched his carved lips. “Didn’t want to break your concentration. Besides, it seems we have all night, Sloane Keller.”
She raised her brow. “Perhaps. And you are?”
He seemed even more pleased at her obstinacy. “Roman Steele. You can call me Rome.”
He looks like a Rome. She imagined him dressed in armor and chains, leading an army of men with no thought to being disobeyed. Imagined him standing over the bed of a naked woman, ready to enjoy his spoils.
As the only player at the table, Wayne waited patiently for her to decide whether or not she wanted to continue. She upped the stakes. “Do you play?”
“What’s your pleasure?” She dropped her voice to a husky drawl.
He bumped a hip against her chair. “Poker, of course.”
She wondered how he’d handle her. Most men she met either fawned like a groupie or treated her like shit. Since he was bought and paid for, she figured she’d test him before she made her final decision. If she didn’t like him, she’d demand her money back before they even hit the elevators. “Funny, me too. But I like a good game of blackjack to relax.”
“Are you good?” She smiled slowly. “I’m the best.”
“Confident.” She leaned forward. Her lips stopped inches from his. The sizzling tension between them stretched in exquisite agony. “Not that I mind a little−cockiness.” Her gaze lingered on his lips then dropped slowly to the evident bulge in his pants. “As long as someone can back it up.”
Smoke gray eyes heated and sharpened like lightning. “Oh, I can back it up.”
“Care to play a hand with me?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
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