Bad Girl by Night

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Praise for the Novels of Lacey Alexander

What She Needs
Winner of the HOLT Medallion Award

 

“Lacey Alexander has created a book which literally ‘wows’ the reader. Buckle up and hold on tight. Impossibly hot!”

—Fallen Angel Reviews (5 Angels)

 

“One very hot, sexy, and erotic book. Full of sexual fantasies that will have you flipping the pages to see what will happen next!”

—Fresh Fiction

 

“Prepare to be swept away on an erotic journey of sexual awakening! The imagery and attention to detail will thrust you right into the sensual fantasies and erotic adventures....
What She Needs
is very sensual, erotic, and will open your mind to infinite possibilities!”

—The Romance Studio (5 Hearts)

 

“An ultraheated erotic romance. The heat is on.”

—The Best Reviews

 

“This book sizzles.... Ms. Alexander explores the spectrum of the human sexual experience without embarrassment or ridicule.”

—Erotic Romance Writers

 

“Each sex scene is more varied—and hotter—than the last in this delightful read. Fans of heroes with tragic pasts will swoon over Brent.”

—
Romantic Times
(4 Stars)

 

Write Touch Award Winner and Colorado Award of Excellence Finalist

 

“Hot, sizzling, and sexy! Lacey Alexander definitely will scorch your senses.”

—Romance Junkies (5 Blue Ribbons)

 

“Ms. Alexander sweeps away her readers in a sinfully erotic yet surprisingly nongratuitous manner.”

—
Sacramento Book Review

 

“With intriguing characters, [a] fast-paced story line, and tight writing, plus a host of naughty sexual adventures, Ms. Alexander delivers a powerful story.”

—Love Romances & More (4½ Hearts)

 

“Truly a phenomenal book. Lacey Alexander is a remarkably gifted author who writes exactly what I want to read, pushing boundaries with titillating sexuality, but never going beyond what’s tasteful.... Do yourself a huge favor and buy everything Lacey Alexander has ever written. You won’t regret it.”

—TwoLips Reviews (5 Lips)

 

“[The] most erotic book I have read. Lacey Alexander has written a noholds-barred romp of sexual delights . . . a profound book.”

—Joyfully Reviewed

 

“I loved this book. Each sexual act was well written and done extremely well.”

—Night Owl Romance (5 out of 5, Lifetime Keeper)

 

“I was completely swept up in Wendy’s journey.... Lacey Alexander is certainly the queen of what I fondly call ‘romantic kink’!”

—Wild on Books (5 Bookmarks)

 

Seven Nights of Sin
Write Touch Award Winner

 

“Lacey Alexander’s books bring out the good little bad girl in all of us. Unforgettable in an
‘Oh, yeah, do that again, please’
sort of way.”

—Michelle Buonfiglio,
myLifetime.com

 

“Thoroughly tantalizing, with magnetic characters, a sizzling plot, and raw sensuality, this book will have you fanning yourself long after the last page!”

—
Romantic Times

 

And for Lacey Alexander

 

“Ms. Alexander is an exceptionally talented author who, time after time, takes us on extremely erotic journeys that leave us breathless with every turn of the page.... This author pens the most arousing sexual scenes that you could never imagine.”

—Fallen Angel Reviews

 

“Lacey Alexander has given readers . . . hot, erotic romance with no holds barred.”

—Romance Junkies

 

“Ms. Alexander is probably one of the most talented, straightforward, imaginative writers in erotic romance today.”

—The Road to Romance

 

“Lacey Alexander just ‘wowed’ me! Incredibly hot!”

—Romance Reader at Heart (Top Pick)

 

“Lacey Alexander is a very talented writer.”

—The Romance Readers Connection

 

“Lacey Alexander is an intoxicating erotic writer using sensual and sexual prowess to embrace your inner passions and desires. Sexual discovery at its best.”

—Noveltown

 

“Lacey Alexander’s characters . . . are so compelling and lifelike.”

—Coffee Time Romance

 

“Sooo romantic and sexy!”

—Cupid’s Library Reviews

 

“Lacey Alexander takes blissful hedonism to a whole new level in this blazingly brazen, passionately erotic love story!”

—Ecataromance

Voyeur
Seven Nights of Sin
The Bikini Diaries
What She Needs

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First Printing, June 2011

Copyright © Lacey Alexander, 2011

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LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA:

 

Alexander, Lacey.

Bad girl by night: a H.O.T. cops novel/Lacey Alexander.

p. cm.

eISBN : 978-1-101-51541-9

1. Women—Sexual behavior—Fiction. 2. Identity (Psychology)—Fiction. 3. Michigan—Fiction. I. Title.

PS3601.L3539B33 2011

813ˈ.6—dc22 2011003178

 

 

 

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Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.

 

—Katherine Mansfield

S
he knew how to do this.

She got out of the car, body humming, the mere click of her heels over asphalt somehow adding to her anticipation. Was it from the audible evidence that she was moving, getting closer to her destination after two long hours in the car, or was it the reminder of the shoes themselves, the fact that she wore her sexy strappy heels for one purpose and one purpose only?

The hotel sat along the water in Traverse City—a busy tourist town on Michigan’s west coast—and the architecture said “modern yet warm” with stone pillars and lots of dark wood to remind you where you were: the great outdoors, the “north woods.” Yet boating and hiking were the last things on her mind as she stepped inside and looked around, her gaze homing in immediately on the big oak doors that led to the hotel bar.

As she walked into the Lodge, curious eyes swept over her dress—red and silky, clingy. Like the rest of the building, the décor was warm, woody, the walls hung with things like old snow skis and hunting vests. A large mural depicting a family of bears spanned the long wall behind the bar, where she calmly, confidently eased up onto a stool. She didn’t mind the eyes she felt watching her—in fact, it heightened the tingle of expectation, the eagerness now stretching through her in a slow-flowing river of heat.

The gaze of the good-looking bartender, in his late twenties, held no judgment as he said, “What’ll ya have?”

“A white wine spritzer, please.” Once, she’d started out with cocktails and discovered they made her too drunk, dulled her senses too much. And even simple wine possessed the power to leave her tipsier than she wanted to be right now—watering it down with a little Sprite made it just right. And that was the key to her trips here every few months—making sure everything was
just right
. “Goldilocks Does Traverse City.”