New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart, brings together two polar-opposite single parents in the second book in the sinfully sexy Vegas Nights series.
Detective Adrian Potter had a lot to answer for. I didn’t care that he was tasked with shutting down the city’s most prolific hookers.
I cared that he was stopping me from providing for my daughter.
He didn’t care.
Not at all.
Until I broke down in the backseat of his car… And he let me go.
Adrian was a single parent, too. He knew how hard I had it. At least, he thought he did.
He had a job. He had people who cared. He didn’t know just how lucky he was.
My name is Perrie Fox.
I was a whore of the highest value.
Until Detective Adrian Potter.
Until the tattooed, redemption-seeking detective entered my life, looking for his fairytale.
The cop and the hooker.
Happily ever fucking never.
You’ve met one Fox sibling.
Now meet the other…
(LUST is book two of the Vegas Nights series. While it is a standalone, the time frame does overlap with scenes in the previous book, SIN. You can, however, read LUST without reading SIN.)
AVAILABLE: September 12, 2017
“So, are you seeing him?”
“Tomorrow.” She paused. “I have an interview at The Scarlet Letter for a position as a bartender. I have to call my sitter.”
“You’d think, right? But no—Dahlia was very clear. I’m not being offered a job, merely an interview. She’s savvy and smart, I’ll give her that.”
I smiled, looking out as Zac cannonballed into the pool.
Perrie rolled her eyes for me. “Zac! No balls, okay?”
Zac looked back at her, wide-eyed.
“Yeah, Zac! No balls! I don’t want your balls in this pool!” Lola shouted.
Perrie slapped her hand against her face. “Goddamn it.”
I did all I could do—burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Zac asked.
“No cannonballs, Zacco!” I reiterated, forcing my laughter under control. He saluted me, and I snorted when he dived underwater. Judging by Lola’s shriek, he was going for her ankles.
Not a smart choice after the dinosaurs last night.
Lola screamed at the top of her lungs. “Dinosaurs!”
Zac sputtered with laughter as he broke the surface.
“Zac!” I said sharply. “Stop it.”
“’Kay, Dad!” He turned to Lola, and apologized loud enough that we could hear it.
Perrie sighed heavily. “Kids give me a headache.”
I laughed, leaning right back. The grill was smoking and I’d probably wasted the chance to cook, but fuck it. I’d order in. The kids were having fun and we were talking. Hell, I was learning things about her I never thought I would.
I’d buy fifty pizzas if we could carry on like this. Unraveling the mystery of Perrie Fox was priceless.
“Are you nervous about seeing Damien?” I asked her, looking at her. My eyes skirted her profile, from her button nose to the freckles that dotted it and the lashes that fanned against her skin to the lips that pursed in the perfect pout of her indecision.
“Yes. No. I don’t know. He’s my brother, but eight years is a long time.” She twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “I didn’t think I ever would again, so maybe that’s the thing I can’t accept. That I am going to see him.”
“I get that.”
“No. I was trying to be sympathetic.”
She laughed anyway. “I think the grill is screwed.”
I sighed. “I know, but when you talk, I listen.”
“That sounds like a line.”
I side-eyed her. “If it was, would it work?”
“To get my cock inside you again.”
She pursed her lips. “At least you’re honest.
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