Synopsis from Amazon:Straight-laced, by-the-book police officer Philamina Zorn has always lived by the letter of the law -- that is, until she is assigned to work with Lieutenant Ty Jamerson, a tough-as-nails, arrogantly handsome cop who knows exactly how to press her buttons. Staking out Klub Kashmir, the Bay Area's hottest gentleman's club, Phil and Ty go undercover to bait the kidnapper of three young women -- including two strippers from the club -- while trying to keep their clashing personalities at bay. Baring more than just her inhibitions, Phil dons a barely there ensemble, straps on stilettos, and reveals her feisty side as Kat, a seductively sexy cocktail waitress who lets her luscious curves do the talking. Not only is she determined to expose a criminal but she has vowed to show her hot-headed lieutenant, a.k.a. floor manager of Klub Kashmir, that she's no shrinking violet.
As Phil and Ty become more deeply entrenched in the sordid underground world of exotic dancing, where money means everything and passions run wild, flaring tension becomes uncontrollable lust. It's all they can do not to surrender to desire -- a hunger that intensifies with each playful encounter. Meanwhile, a cold-blooded criminal is hiding in the shadows -- and a devastating secret that, if revealed, could shake Phil to her core.
My rating: 4 starsExcerpt:
Phil couldn’t regulate her breathing and her body thrummed with tension. Her nipples were as hard as the stainless-steel chairs around her and her pussy throbbed with the same driving tempo of the music. Ty’s reaction to her surprised her, but hers to him stunned her.
She glanced anxiously around the brightly lit club. The stirring sound of a sleazy sax wafted through the sound system, setting the tone for the evening to come. What was it about this place that set her libido into overdrive? She’d never felt desire flood her as she had that moment she held Ty hot and hard in her hand. More astonishing, for the first time in her life, she felt no guilt associated with the desire.
Clenching her thighs, she suppressed a low moan. What the hell was happening to her?
“Bud? Can you excuse me for a minute?”
“Make it quick, the line’s getting antsy.”
Phil hurried to the ladies’ room and locked herself in a stall. She leaned back against the smooth metal door and closed her eyes. Her entire body hummed. A live conduit. She touched her breast and gasped. A painful pleasure lit her nerve endings, the tension intense. Her pussy constricted and she had the incredible urge to slip a finger into herself. The thought shocked her. While there had been nights as a teenager when her body begged for stimulation, Phil had been too embarrassed to touch herself.
Her mother, the daughter of a Baptist minister, and her father, a born-again Christian, had made it clear to her from her early years. Masturbation was dirty and only nasty girls who had no self-control did it.
She wasn’t nasty. She was good and clean and wholesome. And her father had drilled into her head the virtues of self-control. That hadn’t stopped her from allowing Kyle Thompson, the high school quarterback, from putting his hands on her. Her skin shivered and the sudden heat spell Ty induced chilled. She didn’t like to think of Kyle. She swallowed hard, grabbed a wad of toilet paper, and wiped the slick moisture from between her legs. Breathing deeply, she opened the stall door, quickly washed and dried her hands, and hurried out to Bud, who greeted her with a scowl.
“You’re not starting out on a good foot.”
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
She steeled herself and listened intently to what Bud told her. She followed his directions to the letter, all the while repeating her new mantra in her head: I will not respond to Ty Jamerson. I will not respond to Ty Jamerson.
For one who prided herself on such hard-ass self-control, Phil couldn’t ignore the repeated twinge in her nether regions every time she heard Ty’s deep voice.
As she counted out change for her book, Phil smiled. Her only satisfaction thus far was remembering Ty’s massive erection. He couldn’t hide that or the fact that it was she who had instigated it. It pleased her to know she had that effect on him, but even better was Ty’s ignorance of what he did to her. Her cheeks warmed at the thought. She’d die of shame.
The music changed to a low, driving jungle beat, the lights dimmed around the bar, and the floor lights softly illuminated the polished chrome furniture.
Ty’s deep voice grabbed her attention. “Okay, ladies and gents, we’re open for business.”
The set of double doors swung open and regulars and newcomers alike entered the club, stampeding for the prime seats at the wraparound bar encircling the stage. One or two men slowed enough to ogle her and paid for it by getting pushed aside.
“Hang on to your hat, honey. The moon’s full and it looks like we got us some winners,” Bud called from behind the bar.
She looked across the flood of bodies and met Ty’s eyes. The intensity of his gaze stilled her beating heart and the magnitude of the operation hit her hard. There were lives at stake, including hers. She nodded in understanding, silently vowing not to fail.
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