“Exactly what is this ‘stairwell fantasy’?”
Misty slipped around Tucker and danced up the first couple of steps of the hotel stairwell. “I just want to experience that dangerous thrill of possibly being caught,” she replied invitingly.
Her eyes sparkled as he advanced on her. He stood one step below her and pulled her close, finding himself incredibly aroused as she trembled. Her nipples jutted against the soft weave of her top as he undid the row of tiny buttons.
Now he was the one trembling. “You’re playing with fire here,” he warned her, “and I know all about fire. How easily it can rage out of control.” He drew his hands slowly over her shoulders to her breasts, then spun her around and gripped her hips from behind.
“I could push up that skirt of yours, slide right into you,” he murmured in her ear, playing into her fantasy. “Anyone floors above, or below, would hear you scream as you climaxed.” She moaned and her breaths began to shorten as his hands worked themselves around her buttocks and then slowly upward to cup her exposed breasts.
Just then the squeal of a metal door opening just above them ripped through the air. They froze. Two men talking, and they were coming down. Oh, God, Tucker thought frantically, looks like this fantasy is about to come true….
Dear Reader,
I’ve always been seduced by the idea of a place where people could go and safely indulge in their most private, forbidden fantasies. Fortunately I write for Blaze, where I can create just such a place! Of course, a resort like Blackstone’s probably couldn’t exist in the real world. (All those pesky laws and things!) But it sure was fun imagining what it might be like if it did.
I hope you enjoy your foray into Sin City as Misty and Tucker discover that, sometimes, the real world is far more interesting than make-believe could ever be.
Happy reading (and fantasizing!),
Donna Kauffman
Against the Odds
Donna Kauffman
This book is dedicated to Vanessa,
who knows all about being up against the odds. And beating them. (No woo woo elements, sis!) Happy Birthday
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
1
SIN CITY.
Tucker Greywolf stepped out of the taxi and paused, intent on absorbing all of it. The bright lights, the steady stream of cars up and down the strip, the excited buzz of the crowd bustling in and out of the endless number of casinos, resorts and clubs.
“First time in Vegas?” the valet asked him, noting his fascination.
Tucker grinned. “That obvious, huh? Yeah, I’m just a small-town boy from New Mexico who lucked out on the location of some seminars I signed up for.”
The stooped older man looked up at Tucker’s six-plus height, peered into his eyes, then smirked. “Not too small a town, I’m betting.” He had a bit of an accent. Russian or Scandinavian. “What convention you here for?”
“No convention,” Tucker replied, pulling his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans to pay the cabbie. “Just some training in forensics the LVMPD has put together.”
The valet’s bushy white brows lifted. “Forensics? I was right about you then. Small town.” He shook his head on a snort, then whistled for a bellman.
“Okay, so Canyon Springs has more than one stop light, but it’s hardly a hotbed of crime. I probably won’t ever use this stuff.”
“You a cop in this town of yours?”
“Fire marshal. Just indulging my own professional interest.”
The valet winked at him. “Hopefully you’ll indulge in other more personal interests while you’re here, no? She’s not always a lady, this town.” He took the bills Tucker offered him and motioned the bellman to take his bags inside. “But she never fails to show her guests a good time.”
“I bet she does. But I’m really just here for the classes. Might play a hand or two of blackjack or spin the roulette wheel, but—”
The old man chuckled. “She’ll seduce you. The reluctant ones are always the first to fall.”
Tucker just laughed. “Maybe next time.”
“Ah, Mr. Small Town, you like your privacy.” He nodded at the newspaper Tucker had stuck under his arm. “You should try out the new place, then. Specializes in keeping things all hush-hush, you know? So no one back home will be the wiser, eh?”
Tucker could have told him there was no one back home to hide anything from, but the valet was clearly enjoying his attempts to corrupt his latest Vegas virgin. Far be it from him to deny the old guy his fun. Besides, it seemed like a suitable introduction to the City of Sin.
“Blackstone, he doesn’t listen to the County boys,” he was saying. “Trying to turn Vegas into some kind of family Disneyland with slots.” Despite being almost a foot shorter than Tucker, he leaned in with a nod and a wink. “This Blackstone, he knows the kinds of rides people are really looking for when they come here.” His laughter turned to a long wheeze that had Tucker thumping him on the back. “Thanks, thanks,” he said when he got his wind back.
“No, thank you,” Tucker said, and meant it. He enjoyed people who weren’t afraid to be themselves. Colorful, some would say. Characters. That was one of the things he liked best about being from a small town. Everyone had a name—and a personal history—to go with their face. There were no strangers in Canyon Springs. Here, he was all but swallowed up by them.
He followed the bellman to the lobby, glancing again at the newspaper while he waited his turn to check in. He’d actually already read the article on the way in from the airport. Apparently many of the Vegas resorts had spent a considerable amount of revenue trying to expand the focus of their attractions beyond the gamblers and high rollers to the families
