Damien Fox lived up to his name. Cunning, sly, and dangerous, fifty percent of Vegas’ strip clubs were his.

Whatever he wanted, money, attention, women, he got.

And now he wanted to buy my bar, no matter the cost.

I wanted him to go to hell on a first-class ticket.

He played a dirty game, and I followed his rules. I let him think he would win.

Despite our differences, it was clear to see that we were no more than two broken hearts colliding in the darkness.

Closed off, sexy, and holding a pain that would crush a lesser man, he was the ultimate sin.

One I couldn’t deny myself, even though I knew better than to trust a fox…

(SIN is book one of the Vegas Nights series. Each book in this series is a standalone novel.)

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A sinner and a saint…a fox and his prey…a man who hides his emotions and a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve…a man who gets what he wants and a woman who refuses to bend to anyone’s demands…Meet Emma Hart’s newest dynamic duo – Damien Fox and Dahlia Lloyd.

These contrasting characteristics perfectly describe the hero and heroine of Emma Hart’s latest release, SIN, and there’s no better location/setting for a story rich in secrets and a decadent, enticing, sinfully hot story line than Las Vegas.

At first glance, Damien Fox personifies every woman’s ideal man because of his striking good looks and well-toned body, but once he opens his mouth, he becomes a bit of a smug asshole who believes his smooth moves and calculating actions allow him to claim anything and anyone he wants. But what’s most interesting about Mr. Fox is that his cocksure and smug attitude is more of a facade than anything else; it’s a shield for him to protect himself against his past and against the possibility of someone getting too close to him because he refuses to give that kind of power to anyone ever again.

In order to truly understand why Damien became the cold and emotionless man that he’s perceived to be, Emma Hart slowly reveals his past and his true nature, which means that initially, readers agree with Dahlia’s assessment of the pompous jerk, but as Damien and Dahlia’s exchanges become more about their attraction to one another than about what he wants from her, Dahlia as well as readers begin to see him in a new light and can’t help but want to bring out the man Damien truly is and see if there’s a chance of a future for him and Dahlia despite their shaky start. 

Dahlia Lloyd is quite the dynamic heroine – one who Damien drastically underestimates simply because he’s too far under his father’s control at the beginning of the story. Regardless of the tragic events, Dahlia has had to endure, she’s an independent, intelligent, and good-natured woman who counts her blessings despite losing those most important to her. She definitely keeps Damien on his toes from their first interaction, and her sassy personality knows no bounds, especially when it comes to some arrogant man child who thinks he can smooth talk his way into her pants and into the deed to her bar. And as Dahlia figures out a way to beat Damien at his own game, she also helps him let go of the guilt he feels over his past and find a new way to handle things both in the present and the future.

Emma Hart makes Damien Fox work for everything when it comes to Dahlia. They seem to walk around each other for quite some time, never truly succumbing to their desires because there’s too much at stake for both sides. But once they give into their attraction, the rules and the game itself are redefined, forcing both acknowledge what is truly happening between them and what that means for both their personal and professional lives.

The secondary characters in SIN make for quite the entertainment. Abby and Fergus provide a dramatic flair to the story, offering commentary when it comes to Damien and Dahlia’s more than business relationship as well as adding some over the top antics to lighten the heaviness of some of the story line.

I can’t write a review about SIN and not bring up the name and theme of Dahlia’s Las Vegas bar. I absolutely LOVED the concept of The Scarlet Letter and the back story of its creation and its reinvention now that Dahlia’s in charge. There’s something so cool about the bar’s dynamics and what it offers its patrons and I for one would wait in line to experience the ambience of a bar like The Scarlet Letter.

Dahlia and Damien’s story is a fantastic start to what I’m sure will be a sexy and dramatic series, and with who the female lead is in book two, I can’t wait to see how Hart crafts Perrie’s story because that girl has a ton of demons to slay and a past and present that once told will shed light on just how dark and gritty her life became.

4.5 Poison Apples


“Why wouldn’t you talk about your work in the restaurant?” I set my purse on the floor by my feet and shifted to face him. “I’ve never seen anyone get out of a dinner so fast.”

A small smile tugged the edge of his lips up. “Just like I said in there, some things shouldn’t be discussed in public.”

“Like politics and religion.”

“You have a very smart mouth.” He glanced down at said smart mouth. “Do you ever turn it off?”

“Never,” I reassured him. “Now, we’re no longer in public, so tell me about what you do.”

He rested an arm along the back of the seats. His fingertips landed just inches from my hair, and I gave a cursory glance at their closeness.

Shivers tickled their way down my spine as he stared at me. He was entirely still except for the way his eyes flicked left and right repeatedly. It felt an awful lot like he was taking me in, committing me to memory for some strange reason.

“A lot of people don’t like me. Pissing people off is part of business, and I’ve done that a lot, so I try to keep my work private. It’s that simple, sweetheart.”

“I get it. But now, it is private.” I wasn’t going to let this drop. I’d quit reading before I did that. “I’ve told you a lot about my bar tonight, so now tell me something.”

“You have the innate ability to make me feel like I’m back in high school and writing an essay about being reasonable.”

“If you’d done that, you might know how to be reasonable.” I paused when he laughed. It was low blow time again. “Look, Mr. Fox—”


“You don’t have to tell me anything about your business and what you do, but given that you’re failing embarrassingly in your attempt to buy my business, it’s probably in your best interests to start talking.”

He leaned forward and took my hair between his finger and thumb. Slowly, he twirled the strands around his finger, each twist lightly tugging against my scalp. “You should have been a cop. You’re very persuasive.”

“In that case, you could probably learn a thing or two from me. Your own skills are lacking.”

“I don’t know.” He dropped his voice to a low murmur. “I think, if I tried hard enough, I could persuade you into a few things.”

I raised my eyebrows. We’d moved on from talking about business. Once again, the Master of Deflection was doing what he’d been doing for most of our evening together.

“I still haven’t forgiven you for your antics yesterday, so I wouldn’t even try it.” I tapped his hand so he released his hold on my hair. It tumbled away from his finger so I could smooth the strands back down and gave him a pointed look.

“Forgiven me, or yourself?” His eyes glinted knowingly. Almost self-assuredly.

Hell, there was no almost about it. He knew exactly how I’d felt when he’d left me. He knew exactly what he’d done to me, and I did, too. Denying that I was annoyed at myself because I could still remember how it’d felt when he’d taken my chin in his hand was pointless.

“Both,” I answered, sitting up a little straighter. “That doesn’t invite you to exercise poor judgment and make another attempt to mix business with pleasure?”

“Attempt? Sweetheart, if I’d attempted to do that, there would have been a lot less business and a lot more pleasure before I’d left you.”

“You think I’d give in to you so easily?”

At those words, Damien slid smoothly across the leather seats. His arm, still resting along the back of them, hung down behind me, his thumb just brushing against my back. The rest of his body was mere inches from mine, and I bit the inside of my lip as he trailed his fingertips up my bare arm. My eyes followed his feather-light touch while his stayed fixated on my face.

He coasted his fingers over my shoulder where he touched them to my jaw. Lightly, he tilted my face around and up until I had no choice but to look him in the eyes again—to look right there where I could see exactly how much he wanted me.



Full of temptation.

Heavy and intense, his eyes screamed of raw lust and selfish need.

“I don’t think you’d give in at all,” he whispered. “I think your body would do that for you, and you’d be helpless to it.”

“You think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” I said quietly. I touched my finger to his belt, then ran it up the length of his torso, ghosting it over the solid packs of muscle that made up his body until I flicked the starchy collar of his shirt. “You think you can do this and I’ll give in to what is essentially a biological reaction? I’m stronger than you take me for, you know.”

He curled his fingers around my chin and dipped his face to mine. “She says with a racing heart.”

I pressed one finger against his mouth and ran another along his strong thigh…right up to where his hard cock was straining against the soft material of his pants. “Don’t you hate it when your attraction to someone is so obvious?”

His jaw clenched. “If you have any sense at all inside that gorgeous head of yours, you’ll move your hand.”

By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.



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