Becky followed the parties wherever they happened. She didn't care about the damage to the homes or the wrecked reputations; she lived for the music and the dancing, the booze and the Ecstasy. She went for the hard bodies and the hot sex and it was going to last forever.
Her world came crashing down with the words "you're under arrest." Drunk and flying on Ecstasy, she had hit the end of the parties, but could the muscled undercover cop that busted her resist the temptations of her soft body and helpelss mind?
She had never thought she would lose control so completely; when Becky got in trouble, she did it in a BIG way.
(Warning: This book contains frank depictions of sexual activity in restraint and the use of narcotics. Adults only, please!)
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Monica Young is the Torrid Widow. With a lifetime of experiences and extra time on her hands, she explores all and every avenue of erotica in her writing.
She has a love of wine making and sunny days, but it's the cold, gray, stormy days where most of the writing gets done. Nothing is more empowering to her than a warm fireplace, a glass of wine she made herself, and the occasional touch of an old, unrequieted love.