AustLit

'Shot of Sin, the night club he owns with his two best friends, is short one bartender downstairs. The only available replacement is the upstairs bar manager–the one woman Leo knows he can't take downstairs, can't have, can't touch. The one time he gave in to temptation convinced Leo that Shay's no match for his sexual demands.

'Only a select few know Shot of Sin's guilty secret, that beneath the packed dance floor lies a very private sex club–the Vault. The place Leo can let his sexual proclivities run wild. Shay Porter is curious as to why her boss, the king of mixed messages, seems almost desperate to keep her from discovering what's on the other side of the guarded door at the back of the club. Sliding out of her comfort zone and into Leo's arms risks everything. Their friendship, the Vault, and most of all, their hearts.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.

'Tate Jackson made a big mistake. No, a monumental one. He picked the wrong place to introduce his wife, Cassie, to the alluring lifestyle they’d fantasized about.

'Instinct told him to get her out of the poor excuse for a sex club—but he didn’t. And she was assaulted because of his carelessness. He’ll do anything to protect her from another traumatic experience, even if it means making the agonizing choice to convince his wife he no longer loves her.

'Cassie’s not buying it. In fact, Tate is the last person she blames for that horrific night. She’s willing to give him the space he thinks he needs to get his head straight, but when divorce papers arrive, she realizes she’s out of time.

'She has twenty-eight days to figure out why Tate is ruining a perfect marriage. Twenty-eight days to figure out what he’s hiding. But when she learns the truth, she has to decide if her heart can take the strain of piecing their love back together.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.

'Falling in love will be brutal.
 
'Bryan is ruthless, heartless, and more than a little proud of his notorious reputation, until his bad attitude threatens to strip him of the one place he can’t live without. His sanctuary. The Vault. The exclusive club is the only place he feels at home, and he’ll do whatever it takes to reclaim what is his. Even if it means asking for help from the woman who landed him in trouble in the first place.
 
'Pamela may have become weak-kneed over Bryan’s talented hands once before, but this self-empowered widow isn’t stupid enough to want more from the sanctimonious ass. Nope. At least that’s what she tells herself before he turns up at her café, offering to refresh her memory on his skilled fingers and filthy words in exchange for a favor.
 
'He needs her to set things straight in the Vault. She needs him to satisfy the cravings of fulfilment she’s been missing. It’s a match made in hedonistic heaven, until hostility turns to lust, and lust into passion, capturing them both in an emotional web neither one of them want to be ensnared in.'

Source : publisher's blurb