House of Midnight Pleasures Series by Eve Brash

He's the monster in the shadows. She's the angel in the spotlight. As the Head of Security for the House of Midnight Pleasures, I keep all our performers safe from the wealthy elite who attend our private masked parties. Tabitha Green is the only performer I really care about. Night after night, I’m transfixed by her sensual solo act, staring at her so hard that I can almost start to believe she stares back. It’s idiotic. Nobody looks at me when they don’t have to... moreHe's the monster in the shadows. She's the angel in the spotlight. As the Head of Security for the House of Midnight Pleasures, I keep all our performers safe from the wealthy elite who attend our private masked parties. Tabitha Green is the only performer I really care about. Night after night, I’m transfixed by her sensual solo act, staring at her so hard that I can almost start to believe she stares back. It’s idiotic. Nobody looks at me when they don’t have to. Not since I got these scars on a rescue mission in Syria. Tabitha can’t even talk to me without turning bright red and looking away. So on event nights, behind the safety of my mask, I let myself memorize every inch of her. And I keep my distance. Then her car breaks down during the worst storm of the year. With shelter-in-place orders in effect, I have no choice but to take her home with me. I take the couch and try like hell not to think about her lying in my bed without me. .. until she wakes up screaming in the middle of the night. And she needs comfort. God help me. This might be the thing that finally kills me. less

I don't know whether to kill her, kiss her, or keep pretending. When Rosie Acosta walks into my office as my new executive assistant, my world tilts off its axis. She returns all my insults with a smile. She handles all my unreasonable demands even better than I could. She’s not intimidated by my rough edges—if anything, they seem to spur her on. She delights in driving me out of my mind, and pretty soon, our arguing starts to feel a lot like foreplay... moreI don't know whether to kill her, kiss her, or keep pretending. When Rosie Acosta walks into my office as my new executive assistant, my world tilts off its axis. She returns all my insults with a smile. She handles all my unreasonable demands even better than I could. She’s not intimidated by my rough edges—if anything, they seem to spur her on. She delights in driving me out of my mind, and pretty soon, our arguing starts to feel a lot like foreplay. But as my business partner’s sister, touching her means certain death. It means losing everything I’ve clawed my way out of the gutter to build. The problem is, there are fates worse than death. And losing the woman who has my heart in her fist might be one of them. less

How did I fall in love with an escort? I tried to get under her skin. After months of watching my father die, I can’t sleep. All I think about is death. And despite owning a private club, it’s been months since I touched someone just because it felt good. Then I spot Bianca, one of our performers, engaged in a very public display of… affection. She fakes her way through every finish, and she watches me when she should be focused on the men between her knees. Needless to say, I’m intrigued... moreHow did I fall in love with an escort? I tried to get under her skin. After months of watching my father die, I can’t sleep. All I think about is death. And despite owning a private club, it’s been months since I touched someone just because it felt good. Then I spot Bianca, one of our performers, engaged in a very public display of… affection. She fakes her way through every finish, and she watches me when she should be focused on the men between her knees. Needless to say, I’m intrigued. So I pay her to act as my girlfriend for the week leading up to my father’s funeral. And as a distraction, I issue a By the end of the week, I’ll give her so much pleasure, she’ll never want to pretend again. But with each passing day, the heat between us feels a little more urgent, and the lines between service and seduction start to blur. So how in the world do I convince her my feelings are real when our entire relationship was built on a lie? less