It was high stakes poker … and I lost my curves to an arrogant Irishman who intends to claim his prize.
Ashley:
I was desperate. I arrived in Vegas to dance as a ballerina, but the ballet company went kaput before I even unpacked my bags. Whoops! Desperate for money, I began playing high stakes poker at casinos on the Strip.
But I’ve never met an opponent like Patrick O’Lachlan. The alpha male is tall and dominant, with a smirk on those mobile lips that make me want to kiss him and smack him at once. He’s got broad shoulders that fill out a tux, a muscled chest, and thick thighs resembling tree trunks.
Most of all, he has a snake so long and powerful that my mouth went dry …
Yes, I saw it.
Yes, I almost lost my concentration at the poker table.
Yes, I want to win … as long as the game ends with me on my knees, panting and mewling as Mr. O’Lachlan feeds me the prize!
Patrick:
I’ve always had a thing for strong-willed beauties but when Ashley Finnegan sits down at the high rollers table, I almost laugh. The beautiful blonde can’t be a day over eighteen. Yet I’m entranced by her intelligence, saucy smile and lush curves. She flaunts her body like it’s an asset …
… which of course it is.
Even worse, Ashley bet her curves in a high-stakes gamble, intending to win the hand …
… but I won instead.
Like I warned you, sweet girl, don’t bet against a billionaire because now, those curves belong to me…
…and I fully intend to claim what’s MINE.
Can you say clean sweep? Ashley’s a young woman living by her wits on the glittery streets of Vegas, when her composure is swept away by a ruthless billionaire from abroad. Patrick O’Lachlan is cunning, dominant, and he knows when to strike … with Ashley as his prize! Hunker down for a steamy, breathtaking tale of romance and intrigue which includes handsome European playboys, innocent young virgins, and even a soaring castle in the Emerald Isle. It’s time to indulge in your wildest fantasies, so click “Read” now! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a happy ending for my readers.
