Blurb:
Stephanie
"Stiff" Johnson, is a tough Las Vegas cop who many men find too
intimidating to date. Steph begins to wonder if something is wrong with her so
she turns to Madame Eve to find a man who could be the yin to her yang, even if
it's just for one night.
Hunter Mason left behind years of living as a sub to a female Domme in New
York. Upon return to his hometown, he questions whether he wants to continue
with the "lifestyle" or find something different. Turning to 1 Night
Stand, he hopes to sample his options.
A simple one-night stand opens a whole new sensuous world to both.
Chapter One
The blades of
the chopper sliced through the heat of the night as it flew over the City of
Lights. Casinos glowed in various hues of blue, plum, gold, green, and silver,
casting a magical aura. Spotlights danced in the night, graceful fingers
tickling the sinister side of Vegas. Unsuspecting people moved about, flitting
from place to place, searching for excitement and fulfillment while cars in
traffic jams occasionally brought the pulsing arteries in the heart of the city
to a temporary halt.
Being a Las
Vegas cop, Steph recognized the evil lurking in the shadows of the beautiful
city, also known as Sin City. As the chopper made a turn, she viewed the vast
landscape as an artist’s canvas. The awesome structures designed and built by
nameless men. So many lives below. Where there is sin and sadness, one will
also find love and happiness.
With a deep
sigh, Steph continued to gaze at the site, wondering where she fit into the
street party of existence. Not a single malicious bone in her body, yet a
monster lurked inside, crying to be set free. And, despite the desire to have a
special someone to share a lifetime of love and happiness, meaningless
one-night stands never filled the emptiness inside. Lately, living and
breathing her job had become her reason for lack of a social life. That, and
always being looked at as one of the guys and a hard ass.
Some of the
cops‟ wives had made it their mission to fix her up with someone. Despite their
efforts to feminize her, she intimidated the men they’d found for her. Not
considered butch—she had all the right curves in all the right places and could
wear sexy clothing that normally only looked good on a model—but everyone knew
how tough she could be.
Controlling the
power hidden deep inside her proved to be difficult and had ruined many
relationships. Her last boyfriend liked to try kinky things, but had his
limits. She’d gone out with a guy who’d insisted she be submissive to him, but
that felt completely false and ended shortly after it began.
What’s wrong
with me?
Frustrated at
her inability to escape her reputation, she’d applied with an online dating
service, 1NightStand. Not a regular matchmaking site, but more upscale; the
mysterious owner, Madame Evangeline, had an amazing ability to find just the
right person to satisfy one’s needs. Or so Steph had been told.
Her cell phone
vibrated. Glancing at the screen, she noticed an email from 1NightStand.
Instinct told her Eve was probably letting her know the dating service could
not match her up. To avoid disappointment until back on the ground, Steph put
the phone back in its holster.
The
chopper began its descent.
