Against The Odds

Against The Odds
Donna Kauffman

Misty Fortune is a famous erotica author - a convincing one, too, despite her considerably more tepid real-life sexual experience.Worried that her extended dry spell is affecting her writing, Misty heads to a unique Las Vegas resort, one that promises to fulfill every sexual fantasy a guest could want. But an unexpected encounter with a gorgeous fire marshal has her thinking that a session with him would be hotter than anything the resort has to offer…. Tucker Greywolf knew it was his lucky day when the Las Vegas police asked him to assist on a case involving an unusual hedonistic resort.But he never imagined he'd meet this lusty English writer - so teasingly prim and proper, yet so sexually adventurous - and offer his services! He figures four days helping Misty tap in to her erotic side during his stay in town would be the break he needs, but four days may not be nearly enough!

“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.”