Women were looking for sex in the city because love and happiness seemed extinct. Or so it seemed from my view. Being alone and facing the big 3-0 only seemed to reinforce the observation, especially when the best relationship I ever had turned out to be major a hoax. The pressure was on, and an evening of downtime in a crowded club sounded perfect. It was the last place I would ever dream of finding Mr. Right. How was I to know I would meet six feet-three inches of pure male sex appeal with eyes that made my panties melt? Only more surprising was the man behind the hot gaze was white, and, boy, was he intent on having lil-old me. [Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, exhibitionism.]
