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Here is a short sample from the book:
They started to dance.
My mouth must’ve fallen open. If I screamed, I couldn’t hear myself over the pounding music and the shouts of the spectators as the men on stage shook and flowed, unbuttoning their jackets without breaking stride. Drawing closer. I couldn’t take my eyes off them—they were hypnotically sensual, and the fact that they were obviously enjoying themselves only added to it.
The jackets came off, all at the same time. Tight tanktops stretched over glistening, rippling muscle. I think I was drooling. I barely registered Kari beside me, nudging and shouting, “Stand up, girl! The view’s better up here!”
I was on my feet without thinking, just as three camouflage caps went sailing in the air. The lead man’s gaze drew me instantly—eyes a stunning blue, close-cropped dark hair, the face of a wicked angel. I couldn’t stop looking at him.
And I had the weirdest feeling he was staring right back at me.
They reached the end of the runway. No shirts now, just pants and combat boots. One started bumping and grinding around the pole, another crouched near the crowd to the right, his arm outstretched. From the dim soup of the crowd, someone was handing him a folded chair. And Phoenix, the blue-eyed walking orgasm, stopped in front of me.
He grinned and held a hand out. My heart jumped into my throat when I realized his intentions and I shook my head furiously, trying to shove myself back into the masses.
But my friends wouldn’t let me escape.