Innocence and naiveté make Amy Jones a rare breed among exotic dancers. She does the job reluctantly…but there’s no hesitation when she meets a mesmerizing, sophisticated stranger while on holiday. Under his skilled hand, she’ll learn the depth of her own strength even as she surrenders to his masterful control.
Successful businessman James North avoids a dark past by hiding behind an enviable career and rigid control—over his business and pleasure. One night with blonde goddess Amy, however, and the blazing attraction that erupts between them throws his ordered black-and-white world into multiple shades of ecstasy.
When innocence and experience collide, the volcanic explosion may burn everything in its path…including the couple’s fledgling love.
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Amy emerged from the water to the sight of the full moon glistening over the endless volcanic sand. The bright illumination shone on her honey-blonde hair, and she brushed her fingers through it to separate the wet strands. The day of travelling had left her tired, and the warm water eased her aching muscles that had been cramped by the budget flight. This was her first holiday in many years because aspiring writers didn’t tend to have the money to travel. Nor dancers in a gentlemen's club, forced to work just to make ends meet. But it wasn't as bad a job as it sounded because she was well protected. Her uncle ran it and made sure she was sheltered from the seedier side of the profession. She enjoyed the dancing side, it was her second passion after writing. Her uncle, Stephen, paid for this holiday to Lanzarote as a twenty-first birthday present. Ever since her parents died in a car crash two years ago, he’d looked out for her. He was the only family she had left, and she respected him and trusted him implicitly.
She took a towel and wrapped it around her body, the aroma of the freshly caught fish being cooked in town was everywhere and made her mouth water in anticipation. She decided on a small tavern which was filled with more locals than tourists. She wasn't big on the mass-market tourism of the island and preferred places of culture and history, but as the holiday was a gift, she couldn't refuse it. She ordered the grilled catch of the day with salad and a glass of the local La Geria wine. As she watched the sun slowly set over the shimmering waves, the tension in her shoulders began to dissipate.
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