Sinful Desires Vol. 3
Vol. 3 in the erotic romance series, Sinful Desires from USA Today Bestselling Author, M. S. Parker.
I was shocked when Brock asked me to move back to Philadelphia and even more so when he’d declared that he’d choose me over his family. Reed, the man I’d thought had honor, had turned out to be a bastard, but the guy who everyone said was bad news was starting to look a lot like a white knight.
Back in Las Vegas and trying to decide what to do about Brock Michaels’ offer, Piper Black finds herself torn between the man she cares for and the reputation he supposedly has. She tells herself that he’s changing for her, but is it really enough to make her move back to Philadelphia?
Is Brock really who he seems to be, or is he just one more man who will break Piper’s heart?
Find out what happens in this third installment of M.S. Parker’s smoking series, Sinful Desires. On sale for only 99 cents.
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It was mid-July in Las Vegas, and that meant I actually wanted to be at work. Kind of. The Diamond Club may have been one of the sleaziest strip joints in the city, but its air-conditioning was always on full-blast, unlike the ancient unit in the apartment I shared with my fellow stripper, Rosa. We’d been lucky to keep it down to ninety over the Fourth.
Now, as I walked through the club to get to the dressing room, however, I was starting to wonder if the air was even worth it. The heat outside was oppressive and even though it was cool inside, something about the heat made the men act behave even worse than usual. It didn’t help that some asshole had busted the hinges off of the back exit so that the only way we could keep the door shut was to chain it. That meant we had to come in and leave through the front, giving the men extra time to ogle, comment and try to cop a feel.
“Hey, there, pretty thing.” A guy with a thick drawl and a cowboy hat to match pushed himself off of his barstool and into my path.
“I have to get backstage.” I kept my voice professionally polite as I tried to sidestep around his massive bulk.
“Don’t be like that.” He grabbed my arm. “Why don’t you give me a private dance?” His dark eyes ran over me. “I’d love to see you take it all off.”
“I don’t do private dances.” I twisted my arm against his thumb, breaking his grip.
The cowboy grinned at me. “I know the owner. All the girls do private dances for me.”
I glared at him. “Not me.” I’d already compromised once by doing a party with Rosa and that had turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life.