Libby Hill, a classically trained dancer whose dreams were dashed by chronic knee pain, runs a quaint coffee shop, The Bean, in Las Vegas. Although her days are filled with the aromas of Irish Cream and rich Columbian, her nights are filled with something much different - Libby transforms into Firefly, a seductive and confidant dancer at the infamous Tommy Rocker's, a local topless strip club. Desmond Carlisle is in Vegas for a week, desperate to get away from the daily pressures of his shattered home life and rock star celebrity. He's keeping his presence in the city low key, opting to frequent quiet venues and cafés like The Bean. He needs a distraction, and he's hoping one just might come his way in the form of a delicious topless dancer with his band's logo tattooed on the small of her back. But there's one little problem. Des hates the fact that Firefly refuses to take off the wig and mask she wears on stage. He doesn't know if he can bring himself to be intimate with someone who won't even show him her face - and Libby is too ashamed to reveal Firefly's true identity to anyone. Will Libby be able to stop hiding behind her embarrassment before it's too late, and Des leaves Las Vegas for good? Excerpt: "It's down here, honey," she said softly, pointing to her right hip. His gaze flicked back up to hers. "What? Yeah." He looked to where she was pointing and smiled. "Fireflies," he whispered. He reached out and ran his thumb lightly along the tattoo of a few flowers surrounded by a cluster of fireflies. "Nice." Oh my God, I just died and floated up to Desmond heaven, Libby thought, barely able to hold in a shudder. "What about the other one," he asked, his gaze locked with hers. "Ah, yes." She let the robe fall from her shoulders and handed it to him. "If you don't mind," she said, turning around. Libby heard him chuckle, and suddenly felt hot breath at the small of her back. Glancing in the mirror, she saw he had gone down on his haunches, squatting behind her to get a better look at the tattoo. She stared at his reflection. All I have to do is pivot and he'd be in the perfect position to . . . . "So, it's not a sword and angel wings after all. You've got a guitar in place of the sword, and there's a little scroll running across it that says Believe." "Your first album," she said, smiling down at him. He nodded and grinned. "I wrote that track. That song, well, it's a big piece of me." "I know." He chuckled softly as he grazed the tat, his fingers tracing the outline of the wings and guitar. "Wow, I'm honored, Fi." Libby felt her insides tighten. Good God, she wanted this man. She'd never desired anything or anyone as much as she did him in that moment. She turned. Des stood, and on the way up his chest brushed against her bare breasts, bringing the tips to immediate attention. His nostrils flared and his jaw clicked. "Was there anything else you wanted . . . Des?" she purred, her need shoving her shyness out of the way. He cleared his throat. "No. I just wanted to check out the tats and tell you that you were amazing out there tonight. I've never seen an act like yours before." Libby took a step toward him. He held his ground. "Are you sure that's all you wanted?" she whispered seductively. "Not so sure anymore," he whispered back, looking down at her. She reached out and stroked the obvious bulge in his jeans. "Hmm? Didn't you come because you wanted to fuck me too?" she asked, her voice raw. He groaned and put his warm hands on her tiny waist. "Would you think any less of me if I said yes?" Her fingers latched onto him and his entire body trembled. "No, because I'm kind of thinking the same thing."
Author: Night, Madison
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing, LLC
Pages: 00000 (Encrypted PDF)
On Sale: 2010-02-15
Category: Fiction : Erotica - General
Category: Fiction : Romance - Contemporary