Are you ready for another wicked game?

Of pool perhaps where the stakes are interesting?

Cassandre Dayne

Have you ever gambled to get something tasty that you desire? Perhaps it’s simply a friendly game to waste away a steamy rain slicked July afternoon or something you do on a Saturday night at your local pub with all your friends. Either way, it’s just fun and games, right?

What if it was something else entirely? What if you decided that in order to win the heart and possibly the hot, sultry body of the guy you hunger for that you would do anything to try and garner his attention, even if that meant challenging him to a game he always bested you at? Think about the end game. Who would really win? Would you do it and what would you put up as stakes. Let’s think about the sultry setting…

Imagine a darkly lit bar where mostly men enjoy the tasty treats that a man cave can offer. Glance across the room with me. Can you see the slight haze of smoke from the pulsing lights, the illegal cigarette smoke and the myriad of televisions blaring every sports related activity that ESPN could offer? Inhale deeply. Do you smell the hint of stale beer, the aroma of spicy wings and the wafting of chili? Take a step inside and brush your hand across the cool wood of the pool table, the warm softness of the emerald green felt. Glance around the room at the neon flashing lights advertising everything from Budweiser to saucy margaritas. Aren’t you thirsty?

Now close your eyes an envision chalking the pool cue, getting it just right before you lean over, giving a seductive stance as you take the breaking shot. What did you hope for, solids or stripes? As you gaze down as the first purple ball twirls around the far right pocket, did you hold our breath until it dropped with a thud inside? Now, can you hear the approving grunts mixing with the electric rifts of Bon Jov? Hmmm…I think you have the feel of Lucifer’s Lair.

The man cave nestled in the heart of the Flamingo Rustler caters to all men rough and tumble and their manly desires from sports to rich foods. It’s the kind of joint that the liquor flows, the food is always tangy, the testosterone keeps everyone on edge…oh and women aren’t allowed.

Well, except for that special someone. Would you dare allow the hungry men to watch your game, knowing they are betting on the outcome? I wonder if you could allow your inhibitions to be thrust aside. Take a moment to think about it. My bet is…you would.

WICKED WAGER AMONG FRIENDS – TALES FROM LUCIFER’S LAIR

From Rebel Ink Press

SYNOPSIS

Veronica Spelling was used to getting what she wanted, but not with men. She had long desired her best friend, Travis Hunter, for years. Golden, masculine and perfect, her mouth watered for him. And while they had admitted their kinky proclivities over long nights and tasty margaritas, he had never indulged. So she decided to take matters into her own hands and kick up the heat one wild night, suggesting a wicked little wager of pool. The prize? If she ended up the winner then she would receive her most heavenly desired wish, to be taken in the ass by a man for the first time. If he did, then she would become his sex slave for twenty-four luscious hours.

The only problem?He was decidedly gay, had only been with a woman once and was in a casual relationship with their mutual friend, Jonathan. Then there was that itching little problem of whether he could get it up or not. Against the odds, Travis finally determined his true feelings about the luscious vixen and won the bet. During those twenty-four hours, he fulfilled her most erotic fantasies. As morning dawned and reality set in, the question about Jonathan’s acceptance settled into their reality, and Veronica was left with a haunted feeling. Unsure of what to say, they left each other without further words. Could their combined friendship survive the blatant sensual act or would their entire world be turned upside down forever?

EXCERPT

Travis Hunter blinked several times as his mouth gaped open. “What?”

Okay, so Veronica was now more than a little surprised that Travis still stood completely shocked by her blatant words. His shock-laden eyes bore a hole through her and that wasn’t his personality at all. No, Travis was normally an adventurer so she had anticipated a bit more of a reaction than the human version of an Alaskan Popsicle.

Well, in truth, she had predicted a bit of shocker at least because of the words coming out of her mouth. After all, they had been friends, best of friends, and nothing else for eight years. Never in all that time had she attempted to seduce him. Never. During their friendship they had teased each other relentlessly about enjoying a night or a weekend together. Somehow she knew that while they were both serious to some degree, their sensuous actions and heated words were generally nothing more than simple jesting. It had been only recently that the flirtations had changed, becoming more frequent, blatant and sexually charged. She had long suspected he felt he was missing something in his relationships, so she had turned on her sexiest style and dropped nefarious little hints. One night after several frosty margaritas, she had confessed certain cravings to him, but she never said his name.

That’s when her fantasies had kicked into overdrive and she knew that she yearned to take their relationship a step further. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t broach the subject with him. It had something to do with her conservative upbringing. Yet her dreams were laced in vivid colors about what she wanted and every one of them included Travis. She shivered thinking about how she would slide her hot pink vibrator inside her molten pussy almost every night praying the thick toy was his juicy cock. Oh yeah, that happened at least twice a week, but it had taken her a full six months to work up the nerve to hit on him, that and three tall margaritas on that humid moon-kissed night.

“Here love. Take the towel. I think we’ll be carting him out in a wheelbarrow later.” Lucifer eyed him with clear disdain and handed her a bar towel.

She laughed and rubbed Lucifer’s shoulder. The gruff but lovable man was the inspiration for the spicy little club meant for guys only. And he happened to be the fabulous chef in the joint. She was only allowed in because of their friendship. He was a sweet guy with a crotchety attitude, but he had her best interests at heart. Lucifer had hit on her more than once and while she had turned him down, he had taken it better than she would have thought given his overall surly attitude. After that, she was his right hand girl buddy and entered the bar whenever she liked. “Stop you. Don’t be your usual challenging self.”

“Challenging?” Lucifer grumbled. “I think you have enough challenge on your hands to last a lifetime. Good luck little Miss.”

She pushed him away and placed her hands on her hips, giving Travis a sultry look. “What do you say big boy?”

The little muscle surrounding Travis’ jaw twitched. Tilting back his shoulders, he gulped the rest of his drink. “What did you just say?”

“Do you really want me to repeat it?”

“Oh hell, I think we all do little lady.”

Veronica fought a grin as she stared at the hungry man. Victor was a regular and a friend of Lucifer’s. Standing six foot eight, he was the epitome of a biker dude, complete with black jeans and tattoos riding both massive arms. The leather vest was the kicker. He had dangerous down to perfection, but his midnight blue eyes twinkled in her direction.

Travis glared at him. “The lady’s with me.”

“Then you need to give her some respect.” Victor growled, flexing his hands open and closed.

“It’s okay.” She placed her hand on Victor’s arm, instantly calming him. “I just surprised him.”

“Honey, shock is more like it.” Victor laughed. “But then again, you can handle him.”

Dear God, she hoped so.

“How about another drink?” Travis wiped his brow, closed his mouth and left the pool table without her answer.

“Where’d you get that one hun?” Lucifer edged around her, his grin turning wicked.

“Now you be nice. He’s my best friend. You’ve seen him here with me before so stop teasing.”

“Yeah, well never while you’ve been torturing him and every other red-blooded male in this room mercilessly, you naughty little vixen.”

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