Slut. Hooker. Whore. The taunts never bothered me. They only see what I allow them to see, and a Las Vegas stripper is the perfect cover. My life had direction. I had a mission-until the man I needed vanished and is presumed dead. It's time to move on-give up the dream for revenge-and no one shows me that more than the mop-headed fighter with eyes the color of the ocean. If anyone can teach me just how sweet life can be, it's him. But first, I'd have to let go. Mase. Baywatch. Mayhem. I'm known by many names, but there's only one that stirs panic and worry in my gut every time I'm called it. Brother. I've bailed him out of trouble for years, so when he turns up in Vegas and asks for me, I'm prepared for the worst. And the worst is exactly what I get in the form of a lilac-eyed beauty named Trix. She's everything I hate about Vegas: a stripper, loose with her body and her morals. But there's something about her, a complexity that she buries deep, and I'm determined to uncover it. The deeper I go, the less I understand. When I finally learn the truth, we engage in a battle where life and death hang in the balance. Fighting could kill us both, but if we win, forever is the prize.