Sin City Temptation

Is love in the cards?

Former police officer Trinity Layton will do anything to keep her personal security business afloat—even babysit professional poker player Gunner Brooks. Bizarre incidents have been plaguing the poker tour, and Trinity has been hired to keep Gunner safe. But when the gorgeous playboy convinces her to pose as his girlfriend, she might be the one who needs protecting, as their passionate charade quickly becomes all too real.

A gambler in the game of life, Gunner has made his fortune playing for the greatest prizes. The last thing he needs during this tournament is a bodyguard hanging around, especially one as alluring as Trinity. And being together 24/7 just tripled their odds of falling for one another. Now, as Gunner prepares for the championship of his career, he’s playing for the highest stakes of all: Trinity’s heart.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered and pushed him away. “What are you doing?” she said, her hand hovering near her mouth, her eyes wild and accusing.

“If you don’t know, apparently I wasn’t doing it right.”

“Don’t get cute! You know what I’m talking about!” She ran her hands through her shoulder-length hair and paced around the room. She stopped and glared at him. “I don’t know what possessed you to kiss me, but you’d better make sure it doesn’t happen again!”

“I’m attracted to you and, based on that kiss, I’d say the feelings are mutual. So I did what I’ve longed to do for years. And I must say, it was even more amazing than I imagined it would be.”

“Like I said, it can’t happen again,” she huffed. “Otherwise, I’m going to have to put someone else on this assignment.”

Now she had his attention. With two long strides, he stood before her and gently grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“We have an agreement.” He leaned in close, but stopped just before his lips touched hers. “And if I wanted someone else to guard me, I would have hired someone else. I want you. Besides, sweetheart, we signed a contract. You’re mine for two months.”

Dear Reader,

Trinity Layton has recently launched her own personal security agency. It’s a good thing, too, since her brother’s best friend, Gunner Brooks, is in need of a bodyguard. After once having a crush on Gunner, Trinity thinks she’s immune to the sinfully sexy poker player, but he tempts her in ways she’s not prepared for.

Gunner can admit to being a skirt chaser back in his college days, but now he’s no longer the self-centered, egotistical womanizer Trinity once thought him to be. He plans to show her the man he has become. But there are two things Trinity Layton can’t stand: gamblers and liars. And what she remembers of Gunner is that he’s both.

So go ahead. Dive into Sin City Temptation. But I must warn you, be prepared for a fun ride of passion, suspense and steamy sex scenes!

Enjoy!

Sharon C. Cooper

SharonCooper.net

Sin City

Temptation

Sharon C. Cooper

www.millsandboon.co.uk

SHARON C. COOPER spent ten years as a sheet metal worker before becoming a bestselling author. While enjoying that line of work, she earned her BA from Concordia University in business management with an emphasis in communication. When Sharon is not writing or working, she’s hanging out with her amazing husband, doing volunteer work or reading a good book (a romance, of course). To read more about Sharon and her novels, visit sharoncooper.net.

To the hero in my life, AL. Thank you for your ongoing support and encouragement. I can’t imagine doing all that I do without you in my corner! I love you more than words could ever express!

Acknowledgments

Many thanks to the readers who support my work and make me want to continue writing passionate stories!

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Acknowledgment

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilogue

Copyright

Chapter 1

“I still can’t believe he stole my money.”

Trinity Layton paced the length of her office. Anger bounced inside her gut each time she thought about how her business manager had somehow stolen thousands from her. What made the situation even worse—if she hadn’t heard from the IRS claiming her taxes were delinquent, there was no telling when she would have realized something was amiss.

“When was the last time you talked to Ryan?” her brother, Maxwell, asked as he lounged on the sofa on the other side of her office, flipping through a magazine.

“Two weeks ago.” She dropped down in her desk chair and folded her arms across her chest. “I tried calling him yesterday after getting off the telephone with the IRS. The first few times I called, I got his voice mail. A few hours later, his phone was disconnected. So I dropped by his office. The only things I found were late notices and dust bunnies floating across the floor. It’s like he’s vanished.”