My Madame

Title: My Madame
Series: Cameo Gentlemen’s Club #1

Author: Savvi V

Genre: Sexy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 20, 2019

Blurb

The king of the Vegas underworld may have everyone else fooled with his dark, brooding eyes, hard body, and expensive suits, but not me.

I knew Gideon Kane back when he was a mere prince under his father’s twisted thumb. Back when he wanted nothing more than to escape that legacy and this town, and take me with him . . .

As princess of the elite Cameo Gentlemen’s Club, I was raised in a world of sensual pleasures and sinful fantasies. My own tarnished legacy, created by strong, independent women who understood where true power lies.

Who also happened to be in business with the mob.

And I stupidly fell for the heir to that empire, heart and soul.

Until he shattered me.

That’s ancient history now that I’m at the helm of Cameo and someone is viciously murdering my dancers and escorts. It’s my bad luck that Gideon’s organization heads up my security, so I’m forced to work with him until this killer is brought to justice—or until I spontaneously combust from the sizzling chemistry we still can’t escape.

Sex is just sex, however. And nobody said a thing about love. Or trust. After all, the princess learned a few tricks from her prince once upon a time . . .

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“So, I’m the devil now?” he asked, slow strolling around the hood, tieless, his shirt still untucked. His hair sticking up in spikes from my fingers clawing through it.

“Interesting that you assumed I meant you,” I said, lifting my chin and pulling his jacket tighter around me.

There was a long pause in which tired eyes locked in some last-ditch effort at battle before he conceded and stopped just out of touching distance. “Is that what you think it was up there?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Good arms. Stop looking at his arms. “Some sort of payment for services?”

“No,” I said on a bitter laugh. “I was told earlier that I’m too proper for that.”

One eyebrow raised. “Whoever finds you proper didn’t see you half an hour ago.”

I licked my lips, ignoring the heat that memory sent through me. “I don’t know what that was, Gideon,” I said. “Anger. Grief. Letting off steam.”

“Lust,” he quipped.

“Closure.”

“Closure,” he echoed, drawing the word out as the surprise played through his features, circling something almost real before landing back on arrogance. “Interesting that you assume it won’t happen again—Miss Vaughn.”

I crossed my arms as well, letting the jacket drift open. Letting his gaze slide over what was left of my clothing and everything he’d filled his hands with earlier. My inner muscles tightened as tiny fires igniting along my flesh. Part of me wanted to slap that smug look off his face so hard that he’d choke on that Miss Vaughn comeback of his and forget my name entirely, but I could still smell him on me, and it was maddening.

When his eyes came back up to meet mine, they were darker, glazed over, and all that was stupid inside me couldn’t help but wonder if his cock was hard again.

I was f*cking doomed.

So, I stepped closer.

“Well, I can promise you this much,” I said, trailing a finger down his torso and tugging on a shirttail. “Keep calling me that, and it definitely won’t happen again.”

I caught the slightest hint of a tug at his lips as I turned and sauntered up the sidewalk.

Yeah, game on.

Unless he followed me, but I wasn’t about to turn back around.

Ten steps. Fourteen. Nineteen steps I counted until I entered the building and walked in, shutting Gideon Kane on the other side.

“F*ck, Charli, what are you playing at?” I whispered, sagging against the door.

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Savvi V is a dynamic writing duo of two friends who came together over their shared love of hot, alpha heroes, feisty, smart-mouthed heroines, and smexy, melt-your-panties romance. We also love ogling tatted up guys, coffee of all kinds, and indulging in dessert first! We hope you’ll join the fun because it’s all about the V with us!

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Title: My Madame
Series: Cameo Gentlemen’s Club #1

Author: Savvi V

Genre: Sexy Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: September 20, 2019

Blurb

The king of the Vegas underworld may have everyone else fooled with his dark, brooding eyes, hard body, and expensive suits, but not me.

I knew Gideon Kane back when he was a mere prince under his father’s twisted thumb. Back when he wanted nothing more than to escape that legacy and this town, and take me with him . . .

Who also happened to be in business with the mob.

And I stupidly fell for the heir to that empire, heart and soul.

Until he shattered me.

Sex is just sex, however. And nobody said a thing about love. Or trust. After all, the princess learned a few tricks from her prince once upon a time . . .

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AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

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“Charli.” The word was a warning, heavy and gritty. Laced with anger and passion and everything I should run from.

Too bad for him I stopped running a long time ago.

“F*ck you,” I whispered.

I was off my feet before I could register that I’d moved.

***

I picked her up, and in two big paces, I had her back pressed to the huge floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked her kingdom below. It was empty and pale, much like my life had been since I pushed her away all those years ago.

Her nails dug into my neck as her dress hiked around her thighs, her breath fanning hot against my throat. I shoved her harder against the glass with my body, then grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and yanked them above her head.

“No. F*ck you, Miss Vaughn.”

She should have just gone home like a good little girl, and JD could have made sure she was safe, so I’d be safe from this raging need for her that had been licking through my veins, eating me alive for weeks. There was a reason I’d stayed away, damn it. No, instead, she’d insisted on staying for the duration, which meant I couldn’t walk out that door either. And now, here we were.

I sunk into a savage kiss, not bothering with any of the niceties I might have once upon a time. I raked my teeth and tongue across her like a man starving, because that’s exactly what I was. What I had been since the moment she spun back into my orbit the day her mother and grandmother died.

She fought being pinned, bucking like a hellcat on fire and nearly biting my tongue in two, but I kept up my assault, intoxicated with the taste of her after all this time apart. I moved to her cheeks, tasting the salt of her tears. Her eyes. Her jaw. Her throat.

Lust and pure animal need roared through my system like a livewire. I typically prided myself on being the one in control, a man of restraint. With Charli, it was nearly impossible. It always had been.

Her fighting became writhing. Her curses, moans as we found our old rhythm. It was like we’d lost no time. Our heartbeats found their echo.

I released her wrists and cupped her round hips, tracked down her thighs, drawing her skirt up to feel thong and bare flesh. God, her skin was still impossibly soft, like velvet. I traced a fingertip around to find her bare and already wet and needy for me, but I pulled back, even as she pressed forward, her breath catching as she sought more.

I drew back, and her eyes fluttered open, showing me entirely too much, though I knew she never intended to. Not my Charli.

My Charli?

F*ck, this woman was going to be the death of me.

Or I would be the death of her.

Either way, we were going down in flames. It had probably been inevitable since the moment we met when we were kids, our families forging our futures without our consent.

Even then, however, I’d known there was something special about Miss Charlotte Vaughn with those wide, icy blue eyes and innocent smile that spoke of a million pretty promises.

Promises I was too tainted to deserve.