Las Vegas Bad Boys

I don't take women to bed. I take them against the wall, hard and fast, and when I come I make sure they remember. They always do. I'm cocky as hell, I've got reason to be. I own Spades Royalle, the sexiest casino in Vegas. F - k, the sexiest casino in the country. I'm gonna keep building my empire all on my own - my ties with the mafia are in my past, buried with the bones of my family. I like my money clean and my women dirty. That is until I met Emmy Rose.

My life is as good as it bloody gets. I may be an Englishman, but I'm living the American dream. In Vegas I f - k who I want, when I want, and how I want. Unfortunately, my father needs to pass on the family business and doesn't think sleeping around gives me the credentials I need. I've got one week to convince him and the rest of my old-school English family that I've changed my wild ways and settled down with a "proper" girl. The problem? Claire's hiding something.

Some people judge me because I strip for a living, but I don't give a shit about those assholes. I play hard but f--k harder. And no woman is going to change that. When I meet JoJo, I expect a one-night stand, but a revealing photograph pushes us together, and now she needs me to be more than that. For JoJo, I can be more than a stripper - I can be her man. Except I know she's hiding something...and I can't protect her if I don't know her secrets.

I'm Jack Harris, a world-class DJ, with a $100 million offer on the table. I never have to ask for what I want. I get it, anywhere, anytime, anyone. After breaking up with my on-again, off-again girlfriend, I seize an opportunity when I see it. Sweet Tess, sitting there all alone, is ready to get swept off her feet. If only for just one night. I don't expect the paparazzi to show up the next morning, and I don't expect Tess to have secrets that make her run from the press. But damn, I want to protect that girl.