What says I love you like a lap dance?
Sophia Raines has the looks, the charm and the hottest strip club in Dallas. So why’s she so glum? The man she loves is deploying to Afghanistan, and she hasn’t had the courage to tell him she loves him. Tonight, however, that will change. Sophia has devised the perfect plan to show Bret just how she feels.
Bret Dowers has loved Soph for years, but between two tours of duty—three if he counts his disastrous marriage—things have never worked out. When Soph rocks his world with some serious PDA, however, their friendship takes a dramatic turn into Sexville. But with the separation of deployment looming, can their newfound love survive or will this weekend be all they ever have?
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“...the love was smoking hot and the story was so sweet."
~Lauren, Romance Novel Giveaways
“The characters both bring baggage into this relationship…their flaws make them more enduring.” ~Heather Brewer, Everybody Needs a Little Romance.
“From Sophia’s dance to their sex scenes, Bret and Sophia are so hot I had to go get some ice water.” ~Ann Barber, Just Erotic Romance Reviews.
"Hot, sexy and totally kick ass."
"Ms. Evans creates two very memorable characters... This is a very well written story..."
~Kris, Happily Ever After Reviews
"Bret and Sophia’s love explodes in a lustful display of passion...When they come together, it is like they’ve been holding their breath and can finally exhale."
~Miranda, Joyfully Reviewed
It was now or never.
Sophia stared across the smoke-filled club as the man she loved took a long pull of his Heineken. Regret expanded in her chest like a lead balloon, so heavy she could hardly breathe. She’d had over a year to tell him the truth. A fricking year! But somewhere along the way, time had become her enemy.
In two days Bret, her best friend for almost ten years, would ship out for another tour in the Middle East and he might never return.
The thought made her physically ill. Trying to fathom the next eighteen months without him was like trying to figure out how to reconfigure her lungs to process carbon dioxide instead of oxygen. So picturing the rest of her life without him…?
Not gonna happen.
He was her rock. The only man aside from her father she trusted explicitly—even if she’d never told him how much she cared. But no more. Tonight she’d finally show Bret Dowers the truth she’d been hiding for so long.
She wiped her hands on the rag she kept draped over her shoulder when helping out at the bar, gathered every ounce of courage she possessed and—
“Can I get a beer?”
Sophia turned her gaze from Bret to a patron at the bar. Despite her annoyance, she gave the sandy-haired young man a flirtatious smile and flipped her dark hair over her shoulder. “What can I get ya, sweetheart?”
She really didn’t like using the Brazilian Bombshell appeal her bitch of a mother had cursed her with, especially now, but her customers expected her to flirt. Expected all Sophia’s girls to flirt. Why else would they be at a strip club with rolls of bills straining their jeans?
“Hmm,” he said to her breasts, “what all do you have on tap?”
Ugh, she didn’t have time for this. She had a plan to put into motion. Nevertheless, she kept her smile glued on and listed off the names of the fifteen beers on tap. Boy-Man might be twenty-two. Might. If she didn’t have confidence in her bouncers, she’d ID the guy herself.
Sophia expected—and received—integrity from her employees. Exposed Desires was many things. Sexy, sensual…naughty, but it wasn’t dirty. When she’d taken over almost six years ago, she’d worked hard to change the club’s image, and as a result, her club had become one of Dallas’ most-talked-about erotic hot spots.
“Bud Light,” Boy-Man finally said.
What an original soul. “Coming right up, hon.” She grabbed a frosted mug from the freezer, filled his order and then turned to Mindy, the busty redhead at the end of the bar.
“All yours, Min.”
Mindy waved without turning her thousand-watt grin from Baldy McBeergut and the serious tip she was building.
Sophia smiled at a group of businessmen as she passed their table. The guys were regulars, came in twice a week. Sometimes three when business was really good. The club had lots of regulars these days, most of whom she knew by name. And by the size of their, um, tips.
When she reached the DJ’s station—an elevated platform along the club’s back wall—she chanced another glance at Bret. This time, his gaze met hers and locked on.
Despite the distance and the distractions between them, desire simmered to life and kicked her heart into high gear. Bret had the physique of a serious athlete. Not bulky but with the hard lines and sculpted ridges of a man who worked and worked out hard. Tack on his sandy blond hair and eyes as blue as the Texas sky, and he was a shoo-in for the WWDAs—Walking Wet Dream Awards.
Sophia looked away before her cheeks heated to the point Bret would be able to see the redness from across the club.
She plucked a wireless mic from the cabinet beside the turntable then tapped the DJ on the shoulder. “After this number, Tee.” She’d told him of her plan earlier and given him the song she wanted to play. “And don’t forget to dim the house lights when you turn on the spotlight onstage.” She wanted the mood to be as intimate as possible.
“Got it, boss,” Tee said then went back to jiving along with the pounding bass pumping through the speakers.
From the corner of her eyes, she noticed Bret still watching her, and like Odysseus to the call of the sirens, she couldn’t help but turn her attention back to him.
He waved her over. She took one step toward him. Then stopped. Bret asking questions was the last thing she wanted. Lying to her best friend wasn’t her strong suit. Then again, neither was telling him the complete truth.