Lale Deniz was always prone to wildness. But when her family is ripped apart at the seams, she becomes more reckless than ever. Desperate to stop her self-destructive slide, her parents step in and send her to America to live with her brother, Emre. Just the chance, she thinks, to escape the tragedy suffusing her Istanbul home. Andreas Michos, Greek former NFL star, the recently divorced athletic director at UNLV, floats through life seeking fulfillment. He has reason to doubt his own abilities as a natural Dom and has given up finding his perfect mate. Until he agrees to a 1Night Stand. Set against a backdrop of ancient cultural clashes and Mediterranean family dynamics, Lale and Andreas meet in Las Vegas at the Castillo resort for their date. But it seems Madame Eve and destiny will both fail this time, unless Lale and Andreas are willing to relinquish enough control to discover what happiness can be found inside the soul of the other. Will stubbornness keep them from connecting, or can they let go long enough to heal?
“I’ll be back,” she yelled to one of the guys. He nodded and started dancing with another girl behind him. Lale made her way to the dark hallway filled with couples in various stages of making out, trying to find the ladies’ room. It would be in the very back. She paced a while, trying to shake images of the guy who’d obviously stopped watching her and left. It made her antsy. She needed to see him again, wanted his eyes on her, more than anything. Had a strange desire to...she shook it off. Crazy. She’d been through a lot. Obviously, her brain had gone into overdrive or something. When a hand touched her arm, she glanced up and locked eyes with one of kids she’d been dancing with earlier. He had a bit of a predator look to him right then. It made her uncomfortable.
“Hey, doll. Where’d ya go?"
She shook his hand off. “You found me so why don’t you tell me where I went. Dumbass.” The last word she whispered. He tightened his grip, not letting her escape.
“I may be a dumbass, but I know prime pussy when I smell it.”
She laughed. “You must get all kinds of it with that sweet pickup line.” I’m a real creep magnet lately.
“I do, as a matter of fact, like I’m about to right now.” He yanked her close, rubbing his crotch against her leg. Lale squirmed and tried to escape. He leaned in, the sour smell of whiskey nearly made her gag. “And you know you want it. I can tell.” He tried to capture her lips.
“Get off me, you creep.” She looked around. Figures she’d find the darkest possible hallway and allow herself to get cornered in it. He tried to kiss her again. She pushed against his chest. He was surprisingly strong for such a scrawny dude. “Seriously, I mean it. I’m gonna....”
“The only thing you’re gonna do is suck my—” A sudden rush of air escaped his mouth. Lale gaped in surprise as an impossibly large hand wrapped itself around her stalker’s neck, nearly lifting him into the air.
“I think you need to leave.” The huge, gorgeous man who’d been staring at her earlier kept a grip on the guy's neck. With a stare of terror at the giant manhandling him, the skinny creep bolted. The other man turned to Lale. She sucked air, frozen with fear, and no small amount of lust at the specimen in front of her. His eyes shone. Something gave out around the area of her knees, and she made a concentrated effort not to fall to the floor in front of him.
“And you need to not act like that. It only attracts assholes.” He had a curious accented lilt to his deep voice...familiar, but not, at the same time.
Her skin prickled at his tone. “Well thanks, but you can spare me the advice. I'll act any way I want.”
He took one step into her space, grabbed her wrists, and pinned them over her head against the wall. She squirmed, but his gaze held her still. The marble felt good, cool to her overheated skin. Lale prepared for his lips as he leaned toward her. Couldn’t wait to get a taste. But he bypassed them and whispered in her ear.
“If you were mine, you'd never act like that again.” She shivered and had to clench her thighs together against the heat that gathered between them. Trying to marshal defiance to his comment, she stared up at him. His very presence provoked the oddest sensation—almost a melting feeling—inside. But no one talked to her that way, no matter how huge, or hot, or utterly kissable.