Daddy Issues – Book Tour and Giveaway

It was a busy night. The crowd, the music, the strobing lights, and the grabby older man at table twenty had distracted me enough I didn’t pay attention to the Soletskys and their private entrance.

But Dani, the upstairs bartender, pushed a tray at me and pointed toward the purple room. Dimi Soletsky often held court in there. One of the older two Soletskys, he was probably the easiest to deal with. Symon was creepy and Val was scary—in that super sexy, stay the fuck on his good side, way.

I clutched the tray in two hands and glanced down at the fizzy dark soda swirling in a glass beside a familiar, dark bottled import beer. The shimmering purple and velvet curtain swished behind me, leaving chills across my skin. I’d seen this combo before, poured the soda myself a time or two.

My hair was different, darker, curling at the ends where it was dyed a bright purple, very similar to the plush, quilted couches strewn across the room. I hoped it was camouflage enough and shook it in my face, keeping my head down as my heartbeat kicked up faster than the booming bass from the DJ.

Because two Desert Kings were in that room, men I knew far too well. And one I didn’t want to see at all.

The tall, tattooed, flirtatious Jester Vaughn and Puck.

They’d come in the Soletsky’s private entrance, MC business. None of mine, that was for damn sure. A blond woman in a slinky blue dress kneeled between Jester’s legs, her head bobbing up and down. The tall fighter’s light hair was pulled up on the back of his head and the muscles in neck worked, making the Royal Flush of Hearts tattoo flutter.

I still remembered the night he got that tattoo…it was the hand Dylan Merrick beat him with in strip poker. She’d chosen where to put the tattoo and everything. I’d been maybe eighteen but had never forgotten the way his lips had twisted when she showed her hand or the pride on her face.

My best friend. I missed her, too. Avoiding the Kings meant avoiding Dylan.

Focusing on those things kept me from watching the woman suck his dick. Not that it bothered me, I’d seen as much before. I wanted to watch. Hell, there was a time I wouldn’t have minded being that woman. Jester was gorgeous, kinky, and dangerous.

Knowing their habits, I set the bottle down on his side of the table and slid the soda toward Puck’s side. If Jester was gorgeous, Puck was a giant wall of concrete sex appeal. Standing this close, I couldn’t help but tremble a little. I told myself it was from the cool air coming from the vents in the ceiling.

My cheeks warmed and that heat spread all the way between my thighs. I didn’t dare look up at him for fear he’d see me. The room was dark enough, my makeup heavy enough, that I could slide out without anyone noticing. I focused on his boots and the two feminine legs that hung between his—one of the escorts in his lap.

The flare of jealousy burned uncomfortable but familiar. I’d looked enough to know that while she was petting all over him, he wasn’t interested in the same treatment Jester was receiving. That didn’t stop me from wanting to straddle him, hands all over the thick wall of muscle that was his chest.