“"You like that?" Sierra purred with mischief sparkling in her eyes. "Yeah, you were fucking made for me." I rasped when I pulled my head up. I was brick hard myself. I rolled with her until she was on top of me, while I snuggled back into her pillows. * * * Sierra Monroe was a rising ballerina until one mistake crushed her dreams. Now broke and desperate to save her gambling brother from debt, she signs a shady contract at Club Seven to dance as a stripper behind a mask for Boston's most dangerous nightclub owner. The rules were simple: no names and no touching. Then came Don Dante Spinelli. Falling for Dante was never part of the plan. The closer she gets to Dante, the more things get tangled. Will Sierra choose justice or desire? Or will Dante risk his empire for love? Find out more in Book Two of the Spinelli Chronicles.”