GRAND PRIZE

Melanie Cranberry joined the dating service to meet a nice man, fall in love then spend her nights cuddling in bed. Who knew that one five dollar ticket for a raffle would win her two men instead of one? Now, per signed contract with Match-Making-For-Happiness’s-Sake, she’s required to go out on a date with each man to find out which one will win her heart. Shouldn’t be a problem choosing, as long as the drug cartel stays out of her way.
Cage Niching, lawyer, prize number one, joined the dating service to find a woman to settle down with, or at least, settle him down. He also wants to find out who slipped his friend Muara a drug that killed her. All he has to do is get Melanie to a sex club, prove to the owners they’re in love, then have sex with her in front of as many witnesses as possible to get to the secret level. Wouldn’t be a problem getting Melanie there, if Victor would just bow out of the game
Victor Wine, narcotics detective, prize number two, wasn’t looking for a date. Desperate to get Rock, the drug that killed his girlfriend a year ago, off the streets, he’s agreed to join the dating service to meet Melanie Cranberry, a woman who lives close to the hangout of a major drug distributor. Only thing is, he actually likes Melanie more than he’d wanted to. Now he’s put her life in danger. He’d be damned if he lost another person he cared about over his obsession.

EXCERPT:
Victor stood, dressed to kill in a black, long-sleeve shirt and slacks. His fabulous six-foot three body towered above everyone else. Short, jet-black hair. Bangs stuck up in tufts. Hazel eyes shimmered under the hanging lights over the stage. Fair skin and a shadowed jaw gave him a sophisticated look—a “don’t mess with me, I’m a badass” look no woman in her right mind could resist. A sense of safety and danger was all wrapped up into one gorgeous package.
Victor spoke in a deep, soft tone. Gooseflesh had spread over her body during their chat sessions. Parts of her ached for his touch. Rather than meet his striking, stern eyes, she’d kept her attention on the dark-brown panels of the walls in the room. Or she’d watch his long fingers tap against the top of the bistro table. When she found the courage to meet his gaze, she’d calmed the urge to wrestle him to the floor as if he were one of the bad guys he chased down on his job.
Their second session was worse. Thoughts of Victor ripping her dress from her body had invaded her mind. Fantasizing about his mouth over hers, and those strong, warm hands fondling her flesh had made their conversation about his career as a detective non-existent. Handcuffs had worked into her daydream before his remarkable voice brought her back to the bistro table—back to her senses. That’s when she’d realized drool had pooled at the corners of her mouth.
His dark brows had furrowed. An incredible grin had spread across his face as he cupped her burning cheek with his soft, cool hand. He’d dabbed her wet lips with the white cloth napkin from their table, setting her entire body ablaze.
Victor was toned, not overly muscled like Cage’s colossal physique. Victor had no flaws. None she could see anyway. He was perfect. Sweet. Intelligent. Courteous. Drop-dead gorgeous.
Each man had their pros. Both were beautiful. Both had remarkable careers. But Melanie’s desires swayed toward Victor. It seemed too good to be true that she’d met someone like him at a dating service. He didn’t belong here like the others.