Please meet New Author Ree L. Diehl who writes under the name of Nia Farrell…

 

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Please see her Wicked Pen Author Page….  Wicked Pen Ree L. Diehl

Ree is releasing her first novel called;

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On January 15th, 2018…

Blurb:  A neglected mistress teases the wrong window washer and gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

Randy Jackson is usually pushing a pencil, managing the family window-washing business.  When his twin’s wife goes into labor, Randy must take his place on the crew. Andy doesn’t trust anyone else with the she-wolf on the twentieth floor.

Sure enough, she starts dancing for him in a blatant invitation.  His twin might be immune to her charms, but come quitting time, he plans to make the she-wolf howl.  If he’s lucky, his friend-with-benefits will join them.

Welcome to the Unbillable Hours Series, where the best things happen off the clock.  The She-Wolf on the Twentieth Floor is an erotic romantic comedy HEA ménage and the debut novelette for Ree L. Diehl.

Erotica, written for ages 18+.

Excerpt:

Her greeting for Jerry died on her lips.

She had looked up, expecting to see silver hair perfectly groomed in a hundred-dollar haircut.  Instead, she saw a thick thatch of tawny hair pulled back in a ponytail.  It was him.  Wash.  Her window washer.  The man she envisioned every time her toys came out and a session of self-gratification ensued.

He didn’t wait for an invitation.  He stepped inside, a coil of rope in his hand and clear intent on his face.  Pushing the door shut with his foot, he swept her with his gaze and eyed her speculatively.  Blue was supposed to be a cool color, but the heat in his eyes was searing.

She stepped away rather than risk getting burned.

“Just so you know,” he began, his voice as sexy as his rugged good looks, “you teased the wrong twin.  I’m Randy.”

Her gaze dropped to the impressive package shaping the front of his pants.  “So I see.”

“Well,” he drawled, “that, too.  I can’t say it was a self-fulfilling prophecy, but it turns out, I’m aptly named.  My brother Andy is currently at the hospital, helping his wife breathe through contractions.  I’m usually pushing pencils, but he didn’t trust any of our crew with you.  It just goes to show how little he knows about me, for all that we’re twins.”

He sauntered to where she stood, smelling of sweat and sun and pure, male lust.

She wet her lips.

Randy tapped the rope against his thigh.  Desire made his nostrils flare.  He breathed deeply, taking in her scent.  “Unless you want your neighbors across the way to watch me fuck you against that pristine window, you need to either show me the door or lock it and lead the way to your bedroom.  By way of full disclosure, you can expect things to start with a spanking.”

Just that fast, her pussy was gushing.

“Well,” she breathed, “when you put it that way….”

Brushing past him, Lauren flipped the lock, reset the alarm, and headed for her bedroom.  Hers, not Jerry’s.  Booted footsteps followed.

Randy tossed the rope on her pillows and sat on the end of the bed.  Meeting her gaze, he patted his thigh.  “Lose the clothes and assume the position, sweetheart.  Head to my left, ass to my right.”

Lauren felt anticipation course through her veins and pool in her belly, swelling her pussy lips and making her even wetter.

“Yes, Sir.”

Light sparked in his appreciative gaze.  “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she hedged.  “I don’t know that one spanking will be enough.  I may need more.  I’ve been a bad girl.  A very, very bad girl.  Fucking a married man.  Teasing a married man.  About to let a total stranger fuck me.”

She dropped her gaze to his naked ring finger.  “Are you married?”

He cocked his head.  “Does it matter?”

“No,” she said.  “I just like to know where I stand.”

“I’m more interested in where you’re going to kneel when you suck my cock.  But I digress.  Spanking first.  I won’t tell you again.  Strip—what’s your name?”

“Lauren.”

“Like Bacall?”

She shook her head and reached for the hem of her shirt.  “Ralph.  My mother swore that she couldn’t resist a man who wore Polo.  One of them played it.  She would never tell me his name, but I heard that he could ride like nobody’s business.”

 

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Congratulations to Wicked Pen, Nia Farrell on her story… A Wicked Christmas 1869

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A WICKED CHRISTMAS 1869

by Nia Farrell

Release Date December 1, 2017.  Length: 6,442 words.

Amazon ebook http://mybook.to/WC1869 or https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076VNB7DN

Goodreads http://bit.ly/WC1869GR or https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36481530-a-wicked-christmas-1869

 

In this sizzling short story, Elena Davenport Wainwright gets ready to celebrate her second Christmas with her husbands Edward Wainwright and Daniel O’Flaherty.  Suffering from “soldier’s heart” (PTSD) from her service in the Civil War, Elena looks to the Dominant Edward for shelter from the storms of life.  But on the anniversary of her kidnapping, it’s the Master who needs reassurance.

Although written as a standalone, your enjoyment will be enhanced if you have read As Wicked as You Wantnamed one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2016, voted #1 erotica and #10 overall.

Historical MMF ménage erotic romance, a short story written for Ages 18+.

 

Excerpt:

Edward had been quiet at supper.  Introspective, rather than troubled or morose.  Indeed, he was not given to nostalgia, nor to the dark nights of the soul that had plagued me since the war.  Daniel understood what it meant to have “soldier’s heart.”  He had one, too, although to a much lesser degree.  Mine was crippling.  The first time Edward witnessed it, he had served as my anchor, offering safe harbor when Fourth of July gunfire had triggered an episode that left me puddled on the floor.

Then, and now, he provided shelter from every storm.  Tonight, though, he was in need of reassurance.

Disregarding the ache in my thigh, I knelt between his and Daniel’s feet and rested my cheek against the fine wool covering Edward’s muscled thigh, welcoming the feel of his hand upon my head.  My hair had grown out considerably since I’d met him.  It pleased him to free it from its net and pins, winnow his fingers through my ebony locks, arrange them over my shoulders, and smooth my hair with his hand.

I sighed, content with my station.

“My boy,” Edward rumbled after a time.  Even before he used his pet name for Daniel, I could feel the shift in his energy.  Whatever had made him quiet before had given way to burgeoning passion.  The proof of it was straining his seams and testing the buttons of his pants.  “Lock the door.”

Not that the servants would bother us.  His staff had been with him long enough to understand the way of things.  A closed door meant that we wished for privacy.  Only an emergency that demanded the master’s attention was cause enough for their interruption.

No sooner had Daniel turned the key than Edward had his fly open and his erection in hand.  Fisting himself, he watched watching Daniel’s approach with keen interest, his deviant’s mind alive with possibilities.

What he would ask of us was anyone’s guess.

Congrats… Linz Basset on the release of Say Yes…

Alexis Moore is in a rock and a hard place. Literally.

After her car wraps itself around a tree (blame Dora, the GPS), Alexis is looking for shelter in the woods. While running from plenty of sinister things, she runs smack into the most dangerous thing in these woods—a wild man, no less.

Okay, so he isn’t exactly wild. He lives in the woods; is built like an oak; has long, luxurious hair; a killer beard and too many abs to count. The only thing standing between Alexis’ lust and his modesty is a tiny towel wrapped around his sinful body. Somebody needs to save this guy.

Not a chance in hell.

Noah Harris doesn’t need too much persuasion to offer his beguiling guest a bed—his bed, for the night; although, there isn’t much sleeping involved.

In the light of the day, things get even more convoluted. But nothing is going to stop Noah from claiming this gorgeous wood nymph for himself . . . and his best friends, Mason and Logan. Alexis is in for one of hell of a debauched ride, to say the least.

But Alexis is weary of love and commitment. A lifetime of neglect and distrust is a hard habit to break. Will she learn to trust Noah and take a leap of faith into the future, or will she be relegated to a lifetime of loneliness?

Will Alexis say yes?

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A New Release by A. L. Long. Congratulations on yor last book Ryan: Jagged Edge #8, the final of the series.

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Excerpt:

Following the same routine, day in and day out, Charlie Winters was about to give up on getting the break she deserved. Things begin to look up when her brother Nick suggested she to come to New York to work at his landscaping company. Moving from the small town of Cedar Grove to the big Apple was everything Charlie dreamed of, until her brother witnessed a brutal murder, which put his life in danger. Charlie would do everything she could to protect him even if it meant contacting the boy she fell in love with as a teenager.

Leaving the only girl, he had ever loved, the last thing Ryan Hyatt expected was to run into her, especially in Manhattan. Regretting his decision to push her away after he had enlisted in the military, he tried to make it up to her by offering to protect her brother Nick. When tragedy stuck, he soon found that his brother Josh may have been involved. Ryan would stop at nothing to protect the woman he would never stopped loving.

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Trailer Link:

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Congratulations to Linzi Basset on your new release, His Devil’s Desire – Club Devil’s Cove, Book One.

His Devil’s Desire

Club Devil’s Cove – Book 1

 

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re indulging me, Samantha?”

Her eyes widened innocently. “Me, indulge you? You should be so lucky. Oh no, this is all self-indulgence.”

Rhone has ducked trouble many times. As an undercover agent, you see a lot of shit. But this time trouble came wrapped up in an alluringly seductive package.

Samantha Frazer.

She’s good with her hands . . . er, at carving wood. She’s even better with her mouth . . . huh . . . snippy little thing. Also, her aim is dead centre. She’s gunning for his heart, in more ways than one.
From the moment Samantha lays eyes on . . . um . . . all of him, she is hooked. Rhone Greer is mouth-watering. He’s also one of the owners of Club Devil’s Cove and the most compelling Dom she’d ever met. He’s hot, controlling and hungry . . . for her. Lust and manipulation make strange bed partners as Rhone and Samantha combust between the sheets.

The game is on. Who will bite? Who’ll get devoured?

Unbeknownst, a sinister plot is underfoot and everyone is a target. As ghosts from the past resurface, there is only one question to be asked.

Who will live . . . who will die?

 

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Congratulations, Nia Farrell on your new release…

 

Handsome Muscular Bodybuilder Turned Back

Replay Book 8: The Dark Side by Nia Farrell

Length: 26,421 words. Release Date November 1, 2017.

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Blurb: Actress Ashley Slade once filmed in Replay’s Versailles Room, and she’s been invited back for Cinema Classics weekend at the BDSM theme resort.  Nursing old wounds and fresh hurts, she can justify the expense as research for an upcoming audition.  Based on a true story, it’s a role that she desperately needs to salvage her career and save her home.

 

Ashley invested nearly all of her savings into her first movie as a producer.  The film failed, as did her relationship with costar Cade Madden.  The only thing that’s constant in her life is the chronic pain from a severe back injury.  She refuses to use the prescription drugs that landed her in rehab.

 

Master Sorin (Sebastian Moldovan) is the Romanian Dominant who portrays a vampire Dom on the RACK side of the resort.  A doctor who now teaches, Sebastian is assigned to guide Ashley throughout the weekend and keep her safe during play.

 

In the outside world, they can never be a couple.  Keeping his job means maintaining his anonymity.  But there’s no denying their elemental attraction to each other.  When her 1930s Hollywood vamp meets his vampire, the chemistry is off the charts.  What will happen in the harsh light of day?  Can this star-crossed couple write their own happy ending, or will the circumstances force them to go their separate ways?

 

This story includes more extreme elements of BDSM and may contain triggers.  Written for Ages 18+.

 

 

Excerpt:

“Sir Josef and I have discussed the research that you hope to do on the RACK side of the resort.  We are assigning a Dominant to you who will answer any questions you might have on anything that you observe.  He shall also be your guide, should you wish to experience anything first hand.  I have asked him here to meet you.”

 

Sir Piers pressed the intercom button on his phone.  “Kitten?  Send in Master Sorin.”

 

Unsure as to protocol, Ashley rose from her chair, turned toward the door, and watched it open to reveal the man who would be her Dom for the weekend.  Master Sorin was tall, at least six three or six four, with thick black hair, black eyes, an angled jaw, and Slavic cheekbones that gave him the look of a gypsy prince.  He was built like a tennis player, with wide shoulders, a trim waist, and muscled thighs that challenged the fit of his black dress pants.  The sleeves of his white button-down shirt were casually rolled up to reveal sculpted, hair-dusted forearms.

 

The man’s aura was pure animal magnetism.  His dark gaze was penetrating.  Hypnotic.  He moved with the lethal grace of a jungle cat when he crossed the floor to where she stood, transfixed.

 

“Miss Slade, may I present Master Sorin?  Master Sorin, this is Miss Ashley Slade, the actress we discussed.”

 

He swept her with an assessing gaze and crooked his lips into the barest hint of a smile.  “Miss Slade.”

 

His rich baritone voice resonated in her core.  The man could make a fortune doing voiceovers.  His accent alone was perfect to inspire fantasies.  It sure as hell made her mouth dry and her panties wet.

 

“Sir,” she managed.

 

He arched a brow and leveled the full force of his gaze upon her.

 

“Master,” she croaked, in desperate need of a drink.

 

Those dark eyes flashed.  Reaching for her throat, he wrapped his hand around it and squeezed slightly.  This close, he smelled of exotic spices and manly musk.  There was no hiding her very physical reaction when her breath hitched and her pulse raced beneath his fingers.

 

He hummed his pleasure and leaned to whisper in her ear.  “I hope that you are ready for this, dragă.  I will be very disappointed if you are not.”

 

Excerpt (X):

 

He led her to the St. Andrew’s cross in the corner.  A small table nearby held four leather cuffs, a flogger, lubricant, two sizes of anal plugs, and condoms.

 

Just thinking about the possibility of his possession made her soaking wet.  He fastened the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and had her stand, facing the cross.  When he ordered her to spread her legs so that he could secure them, there was no hiding the scent of her arousal.

 

He drew his fingers up her leg as he rose, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in his wake.  He palmed her ass and slid his hand up her spine, past the scar on her low back to the base of her neck.  Tracing the line of her shoulders and arms, he grasped her wrists, put them where he wanted them, and fastened them to the cross, too.  Gathering her hair, he twisted it into a rope, brought it to her front, and tucked it between her breasts to help keep it there.

 

“Before we begin, I need your safewords.  One to slow the play, another to stop it.  What are your safewords, dragă?”

 

“I don’t know,” she said, feeling slightly panicked.  She should have chosen them before coming.  Now it was too late to be creative or clever.  “I can’t think of any.”

 

“Then let’s make it simple.  Yellow to slow, red to stop.  Just like driving.”

 

“Okay,” she breathed, glad that he wasn’t going to make her come up with something more exotic.  Her mind was too full of other things, like lube, anal plugs, condoms, and the hot, hard, and very sizeable erection that she felt pressed against her.

 

“Stay here.  I’ll be right back.”

 

Master Sorin went into her bedroom’s en-suite and returned with wet washcloths and towels.  “Now, we can begin.  Have you ever worn a plug?” he asked.

 

“No.”

 

“Have you had anal sex?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Did you like it?”

 

She’d only done it with Cade, and he had to be persuaded to go there.  “It was okay.”

 

He grunted.  “We’ll start with the plug for now.  I’m going to check you.  I need to see how tight you are and what size plug you can handle.”

 

Lubricating his finger, he circled the ruched ring of her ass and pressed against it, gentle but insistent, until half of his finger was inside her.

 

“Give me a word,” he rumbled, testing her opening, judging how much he could give her, seeing how much more she could take.

 

“Green.  I’m good, Master Sorin.”

 

He pushed in deeper, penetrating her with one lubed finger, then two.  Stopping there, he oiled the larger anal plug and inserted it into her rectum.  “Color?” he asked, tapping on the plug.

 

“Lime,” she wheezed.  “Just…give me a minute, please, Master?  I need to relax my muscles, and the plug isn’t helping.”

 

Wiping his fingers clean on one of the washcloths, he started massaging the tension from her with those gifted hands of his.  Hands that helped.  Hands that healed.  Hands that had held countless lives in the balance and done their best to bring them through to the other side.

 

She wondered, when he’d lost a battle, had he cried?

 

“That’s it, dragă.  Relax.  Let go.  Trust me to take care of you.  Trust me to give you what you need.”

 

Ashley exhaled a deep, cleansing breath and put herself fully into Master Sorin’s hands.

 

“And now, the flogger, for your pleasure and mine.  Keep your muscles relaxed and welcome it.  Here we go.”

 

He stepped back.  Immediately, her body missed his warmth, and she shivered.

 

“Breathe, dragă,” he reminded her.

 

Ashley drew in a deep breath, held it, and exhaled, feeling some of her tension leave with it.  She remembered to inhale when the first blow fell, the soft leather falls striking her upper back.  He swung it again, aiming for the other side this time, checking his strength and easing her into it.  Gradually, his blows got harder, and closer together, until he was raining them down on her back, her hips, her thighs.  One carefully placed swing caught the anal plug.

 

Ashley moaned her pleasure.

 

Master Sorin dropped the flogger.  Behind her, she heard the crinkle of a foil packet, the jangle of a belt buckle, the snick of a zipper, then his breath, hot and harsh against her neck.  “One word stops it,” he reminded her, as if she could.  Weeks of masturbation had her primed and ready for him.

 

“Please.  Oh, please,” she begged him.  “Fuck me….”

 

 

 

Excerpt (XXX):

He hadn’t meant for things to go this far, this fast.

 

Sebastian shoved aside the thought.  Ashley wanted this.  Wanted him.  Sooner or later, what did it matter?

 

Wetting himself on her juices, he notched his glans in her opening and pushed inside, not stopping until he had worked most of his length into her tight,vwet hole.

 

He smiled to feel it.  Not every woman could handle nine inches.

 

He hadn’t been worried.  If he couldn’t bury himself in her sex, there was always her ass.  She’d taken his fingers and the plug beautifully.  But he planned to save anal for later.  They had all weekend.  There were so many things he wanted to show her.  So many kinks that he’d like her to try.

 

Grasping her hips in a bruising grip, he began to pound into her, setting off a series of tiny orgasms that made her pussy gush, until her juices were running down her legs.  Keeping one hand on her hip, he wrapped his fingers around her shoulder and snapped his pelvis, driving into her and hitting her G-spot.  She came, hard, drenching them both with her juices.

 

“Yessss,” he grated.  Continuing to fuck her, he brought her up to her next orgasm and kept her there, hovering on the precipice, until she was begging for release and he was ready to join her.  He bit the base of her neck, twisted her nipple, and heaved inside, ripping a climax from her.  He came, filling the end of his condom while her deliciously snug walls spasmed around him, milking his length.

 

She was perfect.

 

Before they’d met, he’d had his doubts.  When he had expressed them to Sir Piers, Replay’s Master Dom had assured him that he would find Ashley Slade a pleasant surprise.

 

Sir Piers was right, as always.  She was intelligent, curious, and very, very guarded.  She had old scars and fresher wounds that were far from healed.  She was fractured—but not broken.  A recovering addict with a back injury that would never go away, limiting her on what they could do.

 

He’d never had a fragile submissive.  The women he usually paired with on the RACK side of the resort could handle anything that he gave them and more.  Given her medical history, it was possible that Ashley could not support the weight of his body when he finally took her to bed.

 

He kissed the place where his teeth had marked her and licked the petal softness of her skin.  Still impaled on his cock, she moaned and pressed back, grinding against him.

 

“Give me a color, dragă.”

 

“Green, Master Sorin.  Better than green.  That was amazing.”

 

Indeed, it was.

 

A glance at the clock told him what he already knew.  There was no time for a bath.  A quick shower, dress, then they’d head back to wardrobe.

 

Pulling free, he took care of his condom in the en-suite.  He returned with a fresh, warm washcloth for Ashley, wiping the sweat from her back and cleaning her juices from her thighs.  He removed the anal plug before washing between her legs.  Tossing the used cloth aside, he unfastened her ankles and wrists, checking the color and circulation of each one.

 

Taking hold of her shoulders, he turned her towards him and kissed her temple.  “Shower,” he said.  “Then dress.  If we don’t do anything else, we should make it to wardrobe with a few minutes to spare.”

 

Ashley rolled her shoulders and sighed.  “Too bad,” she said, her voice still husky with arousal.  “I love shower sex.  And bathtub sex.  Hot tub, swimming pool, ocean—just mention water, and I get wet.  Better Pavlov’s dog than Schrödinger’s cat, I suppose.”

 

Sebastian smiled.  If he wasn’t aware of her intelligence before, her casual use of scientific references would have clued him in.

 

Ashley Slade just became even more interesting.

 

Damn it.

 

He wasn’t looking for a permanent sub, and there was no way in hell that he could maintain anonymity with someone like her.  He had agreed to be her Dominant, knowing that this weekend was all that they could ever have.

 

“Shower only,” he growled.  “Tease me or try for more, and you’ll earn yourself a caning.”

 

“Yes, Master.”  She said the right words, but he glimpsed the brat in her eyes, clearly itching to disobey.

Nia Farrell’s New Release available now!!!

 

Congratulations to Nia Farrell on her new release…. Rules of Engagement and is now available for introductory price of 99 cents on the following sites…

Rules of Engagement: A Daddy Dom Ageplay Erotic Romance by Nia Farrell

Length 18,816 words / 99 pages.  Release Date October 1, 2017.

Amazon  http://mybook.to/ROE or https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0757FKHGS /

Paperback coming soon

Goodreads http://bit.ly/RulesOEGR  or https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36151097-rules-of-engagement

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Blurb: Corporate attorney Dylan Reynolds hopes to become a first time Daddy Dom with a twenty-two-year old genius whose lack of experience intrigues him.  Holly Knox can’t deny her attraction to Dylan, but she’s never had a serious relationship, let alone been with a Dominant who’s into the BDSM lifestyle.  He’s promised to show her a world of flavors beyond vanilla, but he wants to start with a spanking.  Can this innocent embrace ageplay and be Daddy’s good girl?

 

Written for Ages 18+.

Linz Basset’s New Release

 

FOR THIS

 

It all started with the wine.

Chloe was bored. Ever since Diana and Shona got hitched and moved to cow-country, Chloe was in a limbo. As a successful designer, her career was on the rise. But her personal life needed a serious makeover. That shouldn’t have been reason enough, for Chloe to chug down questionable quantity of wine and wake up in a stranger’s bed . . . er . . . naked.

Things just escalated from there.

Rex was a man on a mission. He’d had his sights set on the delectable Ms. Walker.  And now that she was within his grasp, he had no intention of letting her slip away. Along with his best friends, Wade & Mark, Rex starts weaving a web of emotions around Chloe; compelling her to surrender her body and mind to the insanely hot trio.

Chloe was caught. She took the plunge into the unknown and never came up for air. They possessed her. Inside and out. But when the past collides with present, will Chloe persevere?

Chloe better watch out, as the sexy trio is about school her in the matters of body  . . . and soul.

 She’ll probably need a lot more wine. For this.

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A. L. Long’s New Release

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CHAVEZ by A.L. LONG
Jagged Edge Series – #7

Working hard to graduate at the top of her class and becoming the best FBI agent had finally paid off for Agent Gabrielle Jackson. Selected to head one of the most important operations of her career, the unexpected happens when Jagged Edge Security is brought in to assist. The thing that Gabriele needed was to be attracted to one the men. Trying to keep her distance, she soon finds that she can no longer resist the charm of Michael Chavez. Soon that all changes when she finds that her past has a connection to the operation and the only person on her side is him.
Working with a woman like Gabrielle Jackson was something that Michael Chavez hadn’t counted on. Even with her cheeky Latino attitude, she was the sexiest woman he had ever met and he had to have her.  Just when he thought his night of bliss would lead to more, she halts his efforts by turning their night of romance into a one-night stand. When things begin to surface and the truth is revealed, there is no stopping Chavez from getting what he wants.