WATCH ME

🔥 One scorching night. Two fierce rivals. Zero rules.

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One scorching night. Two fierce rivals. Zero rules.

Shanna
Alejandro Diaz is arrogant, dangerous, temptation incarnate—and my last resort. As a competitive ballroom dancer chasing the trophy I’ve worked for my whole life, I can’t afford distractions. But with my partner caught in a blackmail scandal, I need help from the one man I’ve sworn to resist: the sinfully gorgeous owner of LA’s most exclusive underground club. His price? One night of seduction that threatens everything—including my heart.

Alejandro
Shanna York is queen of the dance floor—all passion, precision, and barely contained heat. I’ve waited months to make her mine. So when she proposes a dangerous game to trap a voyeuristic criminal, I’m all in. But as our temporary alliance blazes into an inferno of passion, she’ll learn I play for keeps. And when the music stops, I’m not letting her walk away.

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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "Watch Me is a story that you will not want to put down. Weaves just enough mystery to keep the reader on the edge of their seat..." - Fallen Angels Reviews

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Series: Spicy Standalone Romance
Main Characters: Alejandro & Shanna
Formats: eBook, trade paperback
Word Count: 37k
Page Count: 120 pages
Audio run time: 4 hours (hear audio sample)
Prior Reading Necessary? No
Tropes: Alpha Hero, BDSM, Billionaire, Blackmail, Dominant Hero, Suspense, Temporary Fling

🔥 Inside WATCH ME 🔥

Alejandro

“I need your help. Please.”

I smile. Shanna likely choked on that word. She is stubborn and tough and wears her ice like armor, and I’m intrigued to learn why. No doubt it wards off most men.

I’m made of stronger stuff.

“What can I do for you, Ms. York? Since it’s clear you’re not here for my seduction, what help do you need from me?”

Her tense hand-clasping returns. “My dance partner and I have a…situation. A delicate one. Kristoff comes here as a customer, right?”

“I’m not at liberty to answer that. Privacy is something we protect fiercely here at Sneak Peek.”

“That’s just it. Someone invaded his privacy. They filmed him…” She shakes her head. “I’ll show you.”

I frown as Shanna reaches into an oversized bag hanging from her slender shoulder and extracts a flash drive in a clear plastic case. She hands it to me, her expression tense.

I don’t like where this is going as I pop the device into my laptop. A video pops up, secretly filmed inside my club.

Two and a half minutes later, anger boils my blood.

“Where did you get this?” I demand.

“Someone left it in my dressing room last night just before the benefit began, along with a note telling me that if we compete in the upcoming California Dance Star, this footage of Kristoff and his lovers will be sent to all the judges.”

“And neither you nor Kristoff have any idea who left this for you?”

She shakes her head. “That’s why I’m here. I was hoping you could help me figure that out. That competition means…everything to me. I’ve worked years to win.”

I know she has. And this devastating video can’t leak out.

I extract the flash drive, slot it back in its case, and hand it to her. “There are absolutely no still or video cameras allowed in the club. Phones, either. Period. That’s part of our strict privacy policy.”

“Which someone clearly violated.”

“Obviously. That isn't security footage. If it were, it would be black and white and from an aerial perspective. It certainly wouldn't be in full color and focused in tight on the action.” I rise, pace.

“I could make a list of all the guests who have used this room in the last week, but there are too many. Truthfully, I can’t believe one of our members would violate such a cardinal rule. The fee to join is steep enough to attract only the most serious. The rules are absolute. Anyone who violates our policies not only has their membership revoked, but finds themselves unwelcome at similar clubs elsewhere.”

She nods absently. “Of course.”

“This video feels as if you were targeted specifically,” I say. “The note was delivered to your dressing room, so close to a major competition…”

Her eyes widen. “That’s it! Do any of my competitors belong to your club? Or any of my former dance partners?”

“None of them are members here.”

Shanna bites a pink, bee-stung lip as she thinks. “Have any of your other members reported this type of breach in privacy?”

“Absolutely not. But one thing is clear: while whoever took the footage isn’t one of your competitors, it’s seemingly someone who knows about your world of ballroom. About you and what you value. Someone who knows that competition is coming up and that the judges will punish you if such footage becomes public. Who are your enemies?”

Shanna hesitates as if scanning her memories. “If it’s not a former partner or a competitor, I can’t think of a single person who hates me enough to want to crush me. What about employees? Do any of them have access to video cameras and those rooms? Maybe they were willing to take a bribe and—”

“Highly unlikely. Most of the employees are trusted friends, paid to be invisible unless they’re needed. None of them should be anywhere near a room when it's in use. All the watching and exhibiting is done for and with fellow members.”

Shanna sighs. “Another dead end…”

“Mayve”—I look her way with the glint of the devil in my eyes—“that we should draw out your blackmailer.”

“You mean have Kristoff repeat the scene and hope someone makes another recording?”

“No. Kristoff has been recorded. He’s served his purpose. It’s interesting that whoever recorded him chose to give the video not to him, but to you. As if the blackmailer wants you to suffer. Kristoff is just one avenue to achieve that.”

“So what are you suggesting?”

“That we arrange a scene for you here, querida, and see if we can catch him red-handed in the act of filming you.”

Shanna’s jaw drops. “Are you insane?! You think I should come here and get naked and…”

“Spend a little time showing our members what you enjoy? Yes.”

“I can’t give this creep any more ammunition to ruin me.”

“He already has everything he needs to discredit you with the judges. But whoever this is, I don’t think he’s trying to prevent you from competing, as much as he’s attacking you. This feels personal. If you want to find out who's behind this, you must…expose yourself.”

“Are you suggesting that I…masturbate for an audience?”

“Even the thought of it makes me hard,” I whisper for her ears alone.

“Absolutely not!”

“No? Then I’ll be more than happy to assist you.”

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