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Vincent and Tess are supposed to stay away from each other. They both agreed. Their cheating spouses are too crazy. Tess doesn't know Vincent has been there, watching out for her. She doesn't know Vincent runs Redrock the local Indian casino that just called her to do a last minute florist job. 

But she can't take her eyes off Vincent once she arrives at Redrock ... that is until both their spouses show up. Cruel and unusual punishment. Vincent's cheating wife is model gorgeous and Tess' cheating husband ignores her like they’re not married.

Vincent is forced to play a game with his soon to be ex, to get her off the board of his charities, before he cuts her loose for good. He needs to stay away from Tess, but when he sees tears in Tess’ eyes and feels her in his embrace again, all bets are off.

Then his crazy wife breaks them apart, again ... but Vincent has had a taste of sweet and he’s determined to have more. Can he convince Tess, against all odds, to believe in him when things around them seem unbelievable?

AMAZON, BARNES & NOBLE, KOBO

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Excerpt:

Tess drove toward Redrock casino out on the far side of town. She’d been called late that day by Redrock’s community event director. Then she'd been hired over the phone as a last minute plea. It seemed there was a wedding going on that night in one of the big banquet rooms at Redrock and they had flowers, but no one to arrange them.

Tess was still unclear how that had come down, but one; she couldn’t let anyone get married on their special day without lovely flowers, and two; it was too big an ‘in’ into more business from Redrock. Besides she had nothing planned for the evening except sitting in a very big, very well furnished condo by herself.

“Except maybe feeling sorry for myself,” she muttered, pulling out on the highway to take the short drive to the Indian casino.

Her husband wasn’t acting as if he even cared that she wasn't living at their house anymore. She thought he rarely came home either. But she couldn’t take the chance going back to live at home, because Steven could show up anytime. Lately, she’d been thinking maybe just complaining to Steven about money and such might be enough to get a lawyer and start divorce proceedings. Steven was so preoccupied at the moment with his newest lay ... it might be the very best time. Then, she could be free.

She nibbled on her bottom lip wondering what Steven might have done if he ever found out she’d been with Vincent. Steven could act like she didn’t exist, yet the second he thought another man might take his place, he started paying attention and acting creepily possessive. She thought it might be those mysterious associates he’d hooked up with, which she thought acted weirdly like mob guys.

But she didn’t think there were mob guys nowadays. Besides why would mob guys be into a low-tier, wannabe talent agent? Tess would be more inclined to think those mob guys would have been more interested in Steven’s former job of being a securities trader and fund manager. But now he was around those guys, she bet Steven didn’t want to look weak to them and that's what was spurring on any selective possessiveness he felt toward her.

She was nearly to the casino when her cell rang, startling her out of her intense thoughts. She used the hands-free button on her dash to answer it.

“Tess Navarro? This is the events coordinator for Redrock, Mary Runninghorse.”

Tess greeted her, then listened to Mary saying, “Just valet park out front. There will be someone to walk you back.”

Mary said goodbye rather quickly before Tess could get more details, such as who to look for.

“Darn,” Tess muttered, pulling up through the valet parking lane. She just hoped they had some fresh flowers so she could make a good impression. She parked, grabbed her shoulder purse, then got out to hand her keys to the attendant with a smile. He was just tearing off the claim ticket, to hand her, when her gaze rose. Vincent. She felt her belly tighten as she watched Vincent getting out of his parked truck. An instant kick of excitement shivered through her.

Distractedly, she took the claim ticket as she tried to figure out why Vincent got away parking where he had, and then she wondered if she had enough time to avoid being seen by him. Or if she wanted too. Of course she wanted to see him, desperately. She constantly fought the feelings. However seeing him right then was too quick to erect any walls, and Vincent turned straight toward her as if he knew she was there.

She pulled in another breath at how virile and extremely hot he was as he took long strides toward her. Her memory hadn’t been wrong about his pure masculine attractiveness, and his wife was a complete idiot for wanting Steven over him. Vincent wore a black cowboy hat, tip back on his brow. The hat tamed his shoulder length hair down around his neck like an inky black fall. He wore faded jeans and a long sleeved, black tee that had “Redrock” printed across his chest in red lettering with slashes of silver behind it. He had on a big, silver belt buckle and when he got closer she saw a flying hawk embossed in the silver.

His black boots brought him towering over her with his gaze intense. It licked fire through her the moment their eyes met.

“Boss,” the valet attendant said beside her. Tess scrunched her nose wondering what that meant as she watched Vincent nod to him. “Keep her car close, Daniel.”

“Okay, boss,” Daniel, the valet attendant replied, then he scooted around and got into her car.

“Hey,” Vincent said, looking down on her as his hand settled on her waist as though it belonged there. 

“Hey,” she replied tipping her gaze up to him, too confused to come up with more to say.

But internally, her concentration was latched to his wide, really warm hand curling over the indent of her waist. It was as if he had to touch her when they were this close and she immediately felt their connection. His dark eyes spoke of intimate things between them ... sexy, naughty, and wild things and she blushed, thrilled to see him. Too thrilled, because soon they’d have to force themselves apart again.

When she blushed, his hand squeezed her waist as if he knew she was thinking about them having wild sex together. “Too fucking sweet,” his voice rumbled, and he said it like a curse, moving her forward. “Come on.”

She automatically followed him as if she couldn’t disobey him. Ever. But then she realized … “Um, I have a job to do here...” she started to say.

He interrupted her, “I know.” Then he pulled one of the casino’s large front doors open. She walked past and he followed, keeping his hand on her waist as he opened the next set of doors for her. “You know?” she questioned.

Casino sounds filled the air and the lighting was dim like in all casinos. She slowed to a stop looking up at him. His hat came off but his hand didn’t move from her waist, while his gaze swept her face.

“Hey, boss.” Tess looked over Vincent's broad shoulder at a young, cashier runner, smiling at Vincent, who looked over his shoulder at her.

“Hey, Becky. Keep it tight.”

“Right boss.” Becky nodded and moved away.

“Evening, Mr. Whitehorse.” This came from behind Tess.

Vincent nodded to a security guard, who passed by.

Tess turned back, and grabbed a fistful of Vincent tee by his waist, feeling the ripple of his six-pack abs beneath. “Boss? You’re the boss.” It was not a question, it was a demand.

“Kinda,” he said, then he used his hand on her waist to move her forward and she lost her grip on his tee. Oh, he so was the boss. That meant her impromptu job was very suspect.

“This is not staying away from each other,” she accused.

He moved her through rows of slot machines with people pushing buttons and some looking as if they were hugging their machines. She was not a gambler so the rows of machines looked like rows of tricked-out arcade games to her.

“Redrock can get flowers done by anyone. Why not you?” Vincent’s voice was close to her ear, where he’d leaned down to be heard. The rumble of his voice stroked her in places she’d have to appease later with her lonely vibrator. Damn him.

She caught his tee again as they walked, keeping his mouth close as she turned her head slightly. “Because we shouldn’t be together,” she whispered fiercely. Because any second she was going to veer him off their path and mouth lock him. “Playing with fire,” she blurted.

“Just trying to help you, beautiful,” he replied.