He'll make this little spitfire his, even if she fights him the whole way.
Elliot "Trick" Tricine
There are a few things in this life worth fighting for.
Sophie McGuire is one of them.
She's a firecracker, but underneath all that attitude lies a heart of gold.
Somehow, I'll convince her that she was made for me.
Even if I have to hold her captive until she agrees.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?
Elliot Tricine is a hot, bossy giant.
But he didn't even know I existed until I woke up in his bed.
Now he can't keep his hands off me.
I'm not a one-night stand kind of girl, but I think I'd take him any way he came to me.
I've never done anything like this before and I have no idea what to expect.
But…nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
When this obsessed older man meets his younger curvy girl in Vegas, sparks fly. He'll pull out every trick in the book to convince her to let down her defenses and give them a shot. If sassy heroines, Vegas shenanigans, and an over-the-top alpha sound like fun, I have a Trick for you! As always, all Nichole Rose books come complete with a sticky sweet and guaranteed HEA.
Excerpt from Chapter One
"I'm not asking you to tell me where the fuck the president is at," Dane Robertson growls at the young desk clerk, who pales considerably. "I just want to know where the fuck to find my girl since she isn't answering her phone."
"I…um…" The clerk looks around with wide, frightened eyes as if searching for someone to save him from my boss.
"She's using his credit card. Can you at least tell us the last place in the resort where she charged it?" I ask before Dane's head explodes. She's using her brother's card, but whatever. Dane has been fucked up in love with Sienna Davis sent I started working as his Head of Security two years ago. When it comes to her, he isn't rational.
Which is, I'm guessing, why she ran off to Vegas in the first place. Instead of claiming the little blonde like he should have done years ago, he put a ring on some other woman's finger. Olivia is a sweet girl, but she and Dane aren't in love or anything remotely close to it. Thank fucking God he came to his senses before he married her. But I'm not so sure little Sienna is going to see it that way, though. She's looked at my boss with stars in her eyes since I met her.
I think the only people who don't know how they feel about each other are the two of them, and Sienna's brother, Grant. Dane doesn't want to destroy his relationship with Grant by claiming his baby sister. It's not my fucking business, but goddamn. Watching the two of them dance around each other is enough to stress me the fuck out.
When you've lived the kind of life I have, and have seen the shit I've seen, things become real simple. There are some things in life you fight for: love, freedom, and honor. Everything else is just bullshit and background noise, lies we feed ourselves to make ourselves feel better. If Dane doesn't pull his head out of his ass soon, he's going to lose that girl for good.
Life is too fucking short and lonely to let love slip through your fingers. If I'm ever fortunate to find a girl who looks at me like Sienna looks at him, you bet your ass I'm keeping her. I'll fight anyone who tries to take her from me. And I don't ever lose.
"Y-yes, sir," the clerk says, shooting me a grateful smile. I'm not trying to save his life though. I'm trying to keep my boss out of jail.
Dane growls beside me but settles while the kid queries the casino's system.
I drum my fingers on the desk, ready to get this shit over with so we can get the hell out of Vegas. I spent most of my life in the military, in places as close to hell as you can get while still on earth. Crowds bug me. There are too many unknowns, too many risks. I don't get paid the big bucks to take risks. I get paid to eliminate them.
Working for a billionaire has its perks. He pays me well to keep him and his people safe. As far as I'm concerned, my job is gravy. Or it will be once we get the fuck out of Vegas. Thank God we don't come here often. Tennessee is more my speed.
Fewer people, less bullshit.
"The card was charged half an hour ago in the VIP Lounge," the clerk says.
Dane takes off in that direction.
"Thanks." I toss a fifty on the counter for the kid's trouble, and then follow after Dane. If Sienna's with some other man at that bar, he's liable to lose his mind completely. He's been a snarling beast since Grant told him that she ran off. Not that I blame him. Vegas is the last place a girl like Sienna needs to be, especially alone.
I catch up to him as his boots hit the casino floor.
"I'm going to spank her ass," he mutters, but I don't think he's talking to me.
If he'd handle the situation, she wouldn't have run off, but I keep my opinion to myself, instead using my body to cut a path through the throng on the casino floor. Most people move out of our way without a word. The few who object quickly shut the fuck up once they see the two of us. Being a big, scary motherfucker has its advantages. Not many are willing to fuck with you when you're six-seven and three hundred pounds. Dane isn't much smaller than I am.
A bottle blonde steps into our path when we're halfway across the casino floor. Her eyes rake up and down my body. I don't miss the way she licks her lips, but I do ignore it. I'm not interested in her. Hell, I'm not interested in much these days. I can't remember the last time I got my dick wet.
He seems to have taken a permanent hiatus.
She huffs like she's insulted when I step around her.
I chuckle, shaking my head. I've been called worse. Probably will be again before they lower me into the ground.
We hit a break in the crowd as the VIP Lounge comes into sight.
Sienna is on top of the bar, swaying back and forth to the music and giggling, but that's not what stops me in my tracks. The sexy little redhead at her side does. I damn near trip when I catch sight of her dancing beside Sienna.
Sophie McGuire is tiny, with curves sharp enough to topple empires. I've only seen her from a distance before, but mother of God, the shit I want to do to her is illegal in half of the world. Jesus fuck. She's gorgeous. Her red hair is loose, the wavy strands damn near reaching her lower back. Her tiny dress barely covers her. A pair of juicy tits practically spill out the top. The scrap of fabric ends a few inches below her ass, leaving her thick thighs on display.
My dick reacts to the sight of her, standing straight up and begging for attention. I guess he's back in action and declaring his allegiance. Not that I blame him. Planting my flag in Sophie's territory seems like a damn good plan to me.
A crowd of horny motherfuckers have surrounded the bar, cheering them on while the bartender tries to get them down.
"I'm going to spank her ass," Dane growls again. He takes off in that direction, growling like he's two seconds from losing his shit.
I hurry after him, my cock leaking as Sophie rolls her hips and shimmies to the beat of the music, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. My heart pounds, lust and something else…something bigger…slamming into me like a wall. Every nerve ending in my body fires at once, screaming for me to claim her before anyone else touches her.
"Jesus H. Christ," I breathe, shaking my head like that's going to clear it.
"Do not fucking look at her," Dane snarls, murder in his tone.
Don't look at her? I can't take my fucking eyes off her.
I am so fucked.
So is she.
Just as soon as I get her sexy ass down and back to my room.
Nichole Rose writes filthy, feel-good romance for curvy readers. Her books feature headstrong, sassy women and the alpha males who consume them. From grumpy detectives to country boys with attitude to instalove and over-the-top declarations, nothing is off-limits.