Title: Sin City Alibi
Author: Sophia Ryan
Genre: Spicy Contemporary Romance
Sometimes what happens in Vegas follows you home.
Jumping libido first into a cliché Vegas fling is the last thing on Dani Parker’s mind when she flies to Sin City for some R&R after her lover/boss dumps her. But an innocent night of flirty fun with a sexy hunk she knows only as Matt whirlwinds into a sinfully hot weekend. Back home, she discovers her lover/boss has been murdered, her Vegas fling is heading the investigation into financial irregularities for the company she works for, and she's smack-dab in the middle of both.
Matt Collins has filled his life with work and no-strings sex since the day his heart went on lockdown. No woman has ever cracked that lock. Until Dani. Now all he wants is her in his bed and in his life, but the odds for success are stacked against him. She can't accept his conditions for love, there's evidence that she and her former lover/boss embezzled from the company, and the cops arrest her for murder. His gut tells him she's innocent, but his heart remembers the brutal betrayal from his past.
When everything Matt and Dani hold dear is on the line, they’ll learn that sometimes risking everything leads to the most satisfying payouts.
Dani dialed in to listen to her messages and put the phone on speaker while straightening her office and putting her work away in preparation to leave.
“Hey, girlfriend!” On the message, a tipsy Liz shouted to be heard over the din at the bar, but her slurred voice came in loud and clear to Dani, and to Matt, who had appeared in the doorway just after the message began to play.
“We’re at the Blue Note for another hour or so,” the message continued. “So finish up whatever you’re working on and get your ass down here. Unless you’re working on Matt. In which case, leave your ass where it is. Nasty sex with Hardbody will do you more good than alcohol with your bitches.” Liz cackled while Dani’s skin burned with humiliation, especially when Matt grinned.
Dani rushed to the phone and jabbed at the keypad to disconnect from speaker. One hand on her hip, the other over her mouth, she shook her head and stared at the device that had just opened up a conversation she had been trying her damndest to avoid. Matt now knew she had talked about him to her best friend. He now knew she wanted sex with him again. She could no longer deny it.
Matt broke the awkward pause following Liz’s message. “We should talk about that,” he said.
Dani held up her hand. “No. We shouldn’t.”
He moved closer to her and took her hand. “It’s long overdue.”
“You don’t want to talk.” She pulled her hand from his. “You want me to give in and sleep with you again.”
“I do want to talk. I want to talk about why we’re wasting time avoiding something we both want.”
Dani’s nerves, patience, and resolve were frayed ends. “Matt, I’m not interested in having a sex-only relationship with you,” she said.
“Great. I’m not interested in that, either.” His calm voice only increased her annoyance.
“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes, not for a minute believing his statement. “Do me a favor and just drop this conversation.”
“I’ll drop it...on one condition.”
That damn sexy voice. He thinks all he has to do is use that damn sexy voice and I’ll lose my mind and fall all over him.
She threw her hands up. “One condition? And what would that be? Have sex with you right here, right now, in my office?” Her voice rose with every word, all her pent-up passion for him and frustration for the job coming out.
With one swipe of her hand, the few papers and pens on the desk flew off and onto the floor. “How about on the desk?” She sat on the firm wooden surface and spread her legs, her fingers crawling into the material of her skirt, making it rise, higher and higher.
Heat flared in his eyes as they focused on her bare thighs, and at the swipe of his tongue over his lips she could almost feel him licking her trembling flesh.
She slid off the desk, letting her skirt fall into place. “Or maybe you want to tie my hands behind my back.” She clasped her arms behind her back and slowly dropped to her knees. “So you can guide my mouth wherever you want it. I know you like that.”
His eyes were dark and fiery, his body tense as he watched her. And his chest was rapidly rising and falling, suggesting that he was affected by her performance. The bulge tenting his pants was a pretty clear sign, too.
“Oh, I know…” She stood and yanked the silky sweater over her head and threw it at him, then backed up until the window stopped her. “…up against the window so the homeless people at the mission below can have a show with their soup and sandwich.”
Her arms reaching over her head caused her breasts to rise full and high in the lacy cups of her bra. The friction of material and flesh puckered her nipples. Her outburst and disrobing set her hair to flying around her heated face, and the strands hung across one eye, her cheek, her parted lips.
“Is this what you had in mind? Matt?” She put her most seductive spin on her voice.
The heated room grew cool to her exposed and flushed skin as she awaited his response. And waited some more. The cold silence doused her angry flames, leaving in their place the realization that she had gone too far. Instantly she felt foolish and embarrassed and vulnerable standing there, half naked, fully aroused, in front of him.
She crossed her arms over her breasts but she couldn’t avert her eyes from the desire she saw burning in his. She licked her lips then swept the wayward hair behind her ear to tame the just-been-fucked hairstyle.
He approached her slowly, his gaze locked on hers, a little grin on his lips that pissed her off as much as it turned her on, his hands turning the sweater she threw at him right-side out. When he stood in front of her at last, he held it out to her.
“Actually.” The word broke as it left his mouth, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “What I had in mind was dinner. But I admit…I do like your suggestions better.”
What’s your favorite part about being a romance author?
Getting to choreograph the emotional, messy, erotic, heartbreaking, blissful dance of two people falling in love. Getting to feel the rush of falling in love again and again.
Here’s my tip to add romance to your love life:
I’m of the opinion that romance abounds in everyday life if we’re willing to see it for what it is. Therefore, my first tip is to let go of preconceived notions about what romance should be. While it can be a big, showy demonstration, with wine and roses, diamonds and dancing, and whirlwind trips on jets and yachts, it also can be small, subtle, tender, and blissfully intimate. Think love notes she tucks into his briefcase or lunch bag, his scraping ice from her c