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  City of Sin by Nana Malone

  A weekend at Las Vegas’s over-the-top Decadence Hotel is strictly business for marketing analyst Synthia Michaels. Until her rival for a major account—gorgeous, blue-eyed Tristan Dawson—shows her just how irresistible a bad boy can be. But unless the reformed playboy can inspire her trust as well as her passion, what happens in Sin City will stay there.

  Shipwrecked by Sienna Mynx

  Professor Deja Jones still fantasizes about the mind-blowing kiss she shared with Jon Hendrix at their siblings’ wedding. Now an anniversary celebration on his family’s private island brings her face-to-face once again with the enticingly sexy sports agent. When a storm strands them together, will their explosive attraction ignite into something stronger and deeper?

  City of Sin by Nana Malone

  “You are infuriating and obstinate,” Tristan muttered.

  The hell she was. She poked him again. “You’re a pompous jackass, so I guess—”

  He shut her up with a hot, searing kiss. She should have seen it coming, but irritation had blinded her.

  His strong arms wrapped around her, and his scent wove a hypnotic spell, seducing her, making it impossible to think.

  Shipwrecked by Sienna Mynx

  “What’s your name?” he asked. His hand moved to hers and squeezed.

  “Huh?” she answered.

  “Your name is Huh?” he asked.

  She laughed and shook her head no.

  “Tell me your name, beautiful,” he said. They were introduced just an hour before the wedding. He walked her down the aisle. Didn’t he remember? When she considered it further, she recalled that besides the spilled drink incident, they hadn’t spoken and were never formally introduced.

  “Your name?” he whispered again. God help her, her knees nearly gave way. All he was doing was stroking her arm, and it excited her.

  “Deja,” she said.

  “Ahh, Deja. Very beautiful.”

  Nana Malone is a USA TODAY bestselling author. Her love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious thirteen years old. She’s been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since. You’ll find Nana working hard on additional books for her series. And if she’s not working or hiding in the closet reading, she’s acting out scenes for her husband, daughter and puppy in sunny San Diego.

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  Table of Contents

  CITY OF SIN by Nana Malone

  SHIPWRECKED by Sienna Mynx

  City of Sin

  Nana Malone

  To everyone who ever needs to let go a little.

  Your fun is waiting.

  Contents

  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

  Chapter 18

  Acknowledgments

  Many thanks to my terrific editor, Glenda Howard,

  and my fabulous agent, Natalie Lakosil, for bringing me into the Harlequin Kimani Press family.

  Dear Reader,

  You know that saying, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”? What if it doesn’t? What if what happens in Vegas is love? Mortal business enemies Synthia and Tristan duke it out for their hearts and a job in one of my favorite cities. I loved writing this story because Syn is a woman close to my own heart, sometimes a little too serious. But when she lets go, the world is her oyster. The two of them are fun, snappy and unpredictable. I can’t wait for you to meet them.

  Always remember to Romance the Sass.

  Nana

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  Chapter 1

  Tristan Dawson. Every woman’s dream man in the looks department. Smart, sexy and oozing with charm. Too bad he was the enemy. And currently trying to charm his way into a project that was rightfully hers.

  She was going to kill him. The single thing stopping Synthia Michaels from lining up her alibi was the whole prison thing. She was way too cute for an orange jumpsuit. As she glared at her nemesis, she plotted all the possible ways she could engineer his demise.

  The jerk was flirting with the client. Okay, maybe flirting was a strong word, but he was certainly working his Tristan Dawson make-them-panties-drop smile. And with that smile, Syn felt her chances of landing this assignment slipping away.

  From the moment Tristan started working at Stellar Reach as a market analyst, they’d been at odds, butting heads over client decisions and methodology. She loathed everything he stood for. She worked her butt off with painstaking attention to detail and serious work ethic. She couldn’t deny it, his work was always done and it was difficult to find fault with the output. But his charisma and good looks gave him an unfair advantage. He’d poached some of her best clients with his effortless appeal. And God help the female clients. Syn turned her attention to Bella Bliss, Vice President of Marketing and Operations of Bliss Hotel Group, and almost felt sorry for the poor woman. Bella was a smart businesswoman, but here she was, salivating and stuttering over Tristan.

  Not that Syn could entirely blame her. He was gorgeous. Tall and leanly muscled, he had a way of walking that made women stop and stare, imagining how good he’d be in bed. Couple the sheer sex appeal with his tanned skin and chiseled jaw, and most women around the office were goners.

  On a regular day Tristan Dawson was hard to ignore, but in moments like this with him turning the full power of his allure on a client, the world was his. Syn was in no mood. She wanted this client.

  She slid a glance over Tristan’s heart-stoppingly handsome face and studied the way he smiled at Bella, as if she were the only one in the room. When he spoke, he was professional, but there was something about the way he talked and that rasp infused into his voice. It made Synthia’s pulse race. Bella’s too apparently, because the petite hotel magnate
was staring at him as if he were the second coming of battery-operated boyfriends.

  Bella Bliss leaned forward, her cropped double-breasted jacket giving the whole room an excellent view of her cleavage. Their boss, Bryan James, pretended not to notice. And if Syn was being fair, she’d have to give Tristan a medal for effort. As far as she could tell, he’d kept his gaze on Bella’s eyes or at least in the general vicinity of her head.

  Synthia also did her level best to ignore the blatant come-hither signals the hotel magnate was sending Tristan’s way, but it was hard.

  This was her client, and she wasn’t about to roll over and let Tristan have it. No matter that the client was obvious about wanting him on the job. Bliss Hotel Group had been a long-standing client of Stellar Reach. It was standard practice to select the teams once the contract had been signed. It helped keep perspective fresh.

  Synthia cleared her throat. “Bella, I’m thrilled about the opportunity to work with you again. I was part of the marketing and branding team for Bliss New York a few years ago.”

  Bella dragged her intent gaze from Tristan. “Oh, you were?”

  Synthia nodded. “Yes. I was just an intern at the time, but I’m familiar with the Bliss brand.”

  Bella’s gaze blinked into sharper focus as if suddenly realizing she was here for work and not for a date. She nodded, sending her fluffy blond curls shifting around her shoulders. “I’ll have to review the work that was done on that. Since you have so much experience with the brand, you can bring Tristan here up to speed, Ms. Michaels.”

  Synthia didn’t miss the familiarity Bella used with Tristan and the formality she used with her. In Bella’s head, Tristan was already running the branding campaign.

  Suck it up, Michaels. So what if Bella Bliss was looking at Tristan as if he were an ice-cream cone in the middle of a Santa Ana summer? She wasn’t out of this yet. All she could do was her best. Lucky for her, on her worst day she could run miles around Tristan Dawson on his good day. She had this.

  Tristan leaned closer to her, and her breath caught. For the most part, Synthia could ignore him, but when he turned those electric-blue eyes on her and made her the focus of all his attention, sometimes she forgot to breathe. But she was taking that little secret to the grave.

  To make matters worse, he was silver-spooned, drove a BMW, and had the most sensual smile. Pretty much female kryptonite. And damn him, he knew it.

  Syn tried to focus her attention on what Bryan was saying. Resolute, she kept her eyes on her laptop. But refusing to look at Tristan wouldn’t help. He would still be there in all his sexiness staring at her, taunting her. To keep herself from temptation she dragged her eyes to Bryan as he spoke.

  “As the two of you know, we’ve been working with Bliss Hotel Group for years. They want a full competitive research and branding package for their new hotel in Las Vegas.”

  A spike of adrenaline lit her blood, and her inner competitive nature stretched. She leaned forward and Tristan followed suit. God, the man was infuriating. He was always there. Always encroaching on her space. Syn kept her voice cool. “How soon do you want the research package?” As a senior market analyst for Stellar Reach, she excelled in market research for her clients. Identifying how to leverage what competitors were doing was one of her key strengths.

  Bryan continued. “As you know, Bella’s team will be breaking ground in eighteen months. They’re looking for a full report on their lead competitors, the Decadence Hotel.”

  Bella chimed in. “In every city there’s a Decadence, there’s also a Bliss. Over the years, we’ve been neck and neck for AAA Five Diamond Hotel ratings. With this new hotel, I want to blow them out of the water. So while you’re at Decadence, you’ll be posing as wealthy VIPs. We’ll provide you with everything that a VIP package entails. When we purchased the package, we left room for play but made use of their concierge services to book tickets and dinners and clubbing experiences. You’ll get to experience all that Decadence has to offer the elite crowd and you’ll report back. What we’re aiming for is information on their VIP experience that the average guest wouldn’t even know to ask for.”

  Syn turned her attention to Bella, “I assume you still want the basics, the official room rates, the concierge, the facilities, the bottom line, their return on investment?”

  She nodded. “Yes, of course. The bottom line is what it boils down to in the end. You’ll be provided with the preliminary report we have on Decadence.”

  Tristan piped in, “While the bottom line is important, let’s not forget the customer experience. Those who like to work hard like to play even harder. So I’ll put that aspect into the report I compile.”

  Bella beamed. “I’m sure you will.”

  Syn chewed her lip. She’d worked on a Bliss Hotel campaign when she first started at the company. She wanted a real chance to prove herself now.

  “Okay. If we get a team out there ASAP, we should be able to do some recon on the hotel and—”

  Bryan held up a hand. “No team.”

  She frowned. “What do you mean no team? We need to get to work as soon as possible. In an ideal world we would have done this months ago.”

  Bryan smiled. “As usual, I appreciate your enthusiasm, Synthia, but you’re the team. We’re keeping it small this time.”

  She frowned. What? She was expected to work with Tristan? The management at Stellar Reach fostered an environment of competition. They believed that it brought the best out in their people. It forced teams to strive for great results for their clients, as well as work hard to keep them happy lest they lose the account to someone else. And it did force everyone to bring their A-game.

  Tristan finally spoke and Synthia steeled herself against the raspy, hypnotic tone in his voice. “So, what do you need Syn and me for? Our approaches are completely different.”

  Bryan smiled. “I’m so glad you pointed that out, Tristan. Because the two of you complement each other.”

  Synthia’s stomach rolled as she licked her lips. “I want to make sure I understand this right. You’re sending the two of us to Las Vegas...together.”

  Her boss nodded. His ruddy cheeks going redder. “Yes. I believe the two of you bring some unique perspectives. You’ll head out for the three-day weekend and then present your findings to Bella at the end of the month.”

  No. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t work with Tristan. He was disorganized. Hot. Brash. Sexy. A playboy. It was clear he knew his way around a woman’s body. The bane of her existence. The object of every fantasy she’d ever had over the past two years since he’d come to work at Stellar Reach.

  Synthia cleared her throat. “All due respect, Bryan, but Tristan and I have different methods. Perhaps in the interest of time, it would be best for Bliss to send just one of us. I have more experience with the account, but the choice, of course, is up to Bella.” There was no way she was going to survive a weekend in Vegas with him. She would spontaneously combust before they even got off the plane. Either that or kill him.

  Bryan shook his head. “Normally, Synthia, you’d be right. Your styles are very different. But given our timeline and given that we need to see how the competition is doing, we need you both. Your skill sets will be a good match on this. Synthia, you’ll focus on the bottom line. Check out pricing on rooms, activities and the like. You know the drill. See if you can find out their base costs. Tristan, I want you to focus on the services they provide. They are elegant but provide a fantasy element. And a very elite experience like what Bliss is trying to do. Both of you bring back your findings. From there, Bella will determine who will run the marketing and branding team.”

  Heading the marketing and branding team for a hotel like Bliss? That would be a huge career coup.

  A client like that would be a shining star on her résumé. And if she did well, she could leverage it for
a promotion in her next review. Plus, with the bonus, she could cover the entire last year of her sister’s college tuition. As it stood, the payment for this semester was looming in a month, and thanks to footing the bill for last year’s semester abroad, she was low. All she had to do was suffer Tristan Dawson for a weekend? Done.

  She would just stay away from him. Wouldn’t be difficult. Staying late and grinding wasn’t his methodology. He said he worked better in the morning. They would just work separate schedules. It never ceased to amaze her how he’d risen though the ranks so quickly. He was haphazard and never took anything too seriously. His office looked like a war zone and he lacked finesse. But somehow the clients adored him. But he wasn’t her problem. She knew what it took to succeed. And she had the drive to get there. All Tristan had to do was stay out of her way. She squared her shoulders. “When do we leave?”

  Chapter 2

  Three days with the ice princess. Tristan Dawson wondered who he’d pissed off to get that sentence. Fun wasn’t in her repertoire. It would be like carrying an anchor around Vegas. Talk about a buzzkill. A beautiful buzzkill. But a downer nonetheless. It was a real shame too, because she might actually be fun if she ever loosened up a little.

  From his first day at Stellar Reach, she’d fascinated him. Her reputation preceded her. She was tough and smart and got the best clients. Simply put, she’d been the one to beat. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t take his eyes off her. If he wanted to be considered on his merits and not his name, he had to give her a run for her money.

  In the early days it had been difficult. She was always overprepared and came to win every time. It also didn’t help that he’d spent the first two months struck stupid by her beauty. Her skin resembled melting chocolate and looked so soft he itched to touch her. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes dominated her face, complemented by high cheekbones and a beguiling smile. Granted, she’d never turned that soul-stunning smile in his direction, but he’d seen it before.