wealthy businesswoman, Helena Smerdon, purchases Australia’s most popular male
strip revue, the tight-knit group of men are set for an unexpected shake-up.
not a woman to be messed with: powerful, strong-willed, and confident. She
plans to assert her authority and make Wild Nights Revue the very best it can
be, regardless of who she aggravates along the way.
Malone is the newest member of the group. He’s fresh, ambitious, and keen to
make his mark. But he wants to do more than impress his new boss; he wants to
undress for her, both on and off stage.
chemistry and forbidden attraction make it difficult for Helena and Lucas to
resist one another. But they must; she’s his boss, and he’s not much older than
her son. And if that isn’t enough to keep them apart, her disgruntled
ex-husband sure as hell will.
is an interconnecting standalone novel in the Wild Nights series. It's for
mature audiences (18+) and contains explicit language and sexual content.
pleasuring himself in the stairwell when I first laid eyes upon him. Taut,
slick muscles tense with self-indulgence as he slowly worked his cupped hand up
and down his cock. I opened my mouth, ready to object to his actions in a
public place but instead paused, unable to look away as he tilted his head
back, eyelids pressed shut while twitching.
pinched deep within my body, and I clamped my bottom lip between my teeth. His
oiled skin held a caramel glow, and his light brown hair was flecked with
golden hues that caught the light with each jerking movement he made.
Everything about him was deliciously herculean, and if I weren’t roughly twenty
years his senior, I’d have propped myself against the concrete wall and enjoyed
the show a while longer.
he grunted, the speed of his cupped hand increasing. “Yeah, that’s it, almost …
ground his teeth together and crinkled his nose, and my God his facial features
were beautiful yet virile and vexed.
I quietly stepped back, careful not to tap the five-inch heel of my stiletto on
the step behind me. Lucas was the baby and newest member of Wild Nights Male
Revue, and knowing I shouldn’t bear witness to what he was doing, I cleared my throat just as his
shoulders tensed and his hips jerked.
into his hand, and the guttural growl that left his body vibrated right through
me, leaving my fingertips tingling.I swallowed for
a second time right before startled, greyish blue eyes found mine, a soft red
glow emanating from his cheeks.
fuck?” Lucas turned to face the wall, grabbed the small white towel dangling
from the waistband of his trousers, and wiped his hands, his head rotating
every other second to glance back at me. “You’re not supposed to be back here.
It’s a restricted area. You need to leave.”
smiled. Almost. But quickly composed myself by brushing my hands down the front
of my navy skirt to smooth any creases before standing straight and crossing my
arms over my chest, my perfectly manicured eyebrow cocked with supremacy. “I’m
sorry, but I have every right to be here, Lucas.”
furrowed his brow as he tucked himself back into his pants, fumbling with the
zip. “What do you mean you have every right to be here?”
This time I
did smile, but it was far from friendly. “I’m Helena, your new boss.”
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