Sin City – Where Love, Lies & Deception Rule

Do you know where Sin City is? For those of you who don’t know, the sultry and very sinful place is Las Vegas, where anything and everything can be on the menu. For a price… It’s teeming with undercover activities from kink clubs to drugs, prostitution to murder and yet everything is covered in a glittering package. You know the world of Vegas as the gambling capital of the world, but there are other things going on behind the scenes.

I developed an ultra sexy and highly kinky collection of stories based around one bar – one BDSM club for men of discriminating tastes. What happens there stays there – until lies begin to happen. Follow the path into darkness and lust, a world where men are selected not only by the size of their cock but also by the power of their gun.

The first in the collection…


Sin City. The mere two words made him salivate. Taynen Salinger was pleased and his nod to the nearly naked bartender was the only manner of acknowledgment that would ever show his approval to any of the staff. Known as a tough taskmaster as well as an extreme sadist, he certainly didn’t show any emotion when it came to business. Nor did he with any of his selected lovers. Pain was his method of control. Extreme pain. The revered location had been around long enough he’d garnered very special clients, those with influence. He exhaled slowly as he studied the mixed crowd. The male only club was filled with beautiful and not so attractive men, and they all wanted the same thing. Perversion.

The club had been his brainchild a few years before and by word of mouth only hisHot guy in dark car business had grown to a level of important in Las Vegas. Men begged for an invitation to the club, willing to do anything for an honor of admittance. He very much enjoyed being in control, the decision of whether to allow a membership resting solely in his hands. Tonight there was an eclectic crowd and even a few men garnered his attention. He took few as lovers, even fewer still for anything other than an intense moment of ravaging pain. Sadly, he was hungry tonight, perhaps more so than normal. Certain clients had very special needs and Taynen was becoming well known for being able to service almost all of them – no matter the price.

“Will there be anything else, Sir?” the young man asked, his voice filling with trepidation.

“Not at this time, but perhaps later. You will be available if I need,” Taynen stated without looking at him.

“Yes, sir. Of course sir. I’m here for your every desire.”

Yes, the boy would be available no matter what was asked. Taynen wasn’t discriminate in his tastes. He enjoyed all flavors of men. Tonight he would partake in some of the darkness his club had to offer. It had been far too long since he’d taken a playmate, a creature to torture and fuck.

Scanning the main salon for any nuisance players, he wrapped his hand around the snifter of cognac before turning his gaze toward the young man behind the bar. Taynen could smell fear; something the new employee would have to lose soon enough or be devoured in the dark acts the club provided. Anonymity might be the main objective, but heightened and very dark aspects of BDSM were the single yet insidious need his wealthy clients desired. And he made certain they had everything the influential men hungered for.

hottie with tatsThe sound of screams filtering throughout the private gated rooms was nothing new. Yet tonight he growled his appreciation, his cock twitching. The intensity of the pain being inflicted was absolutely top notch and sought after by politicians, actors and men of wealth on a regular basis. They all wanted what only he could supply. There was nothing quite like hearing the spectacular anguish a man would allow, conflicted emotions a sensational dichotomy. He licked the rim of his glass and studied the members in the room.

By invitation only, the few who were allowed membership in his esteemed club paid well for their personal proclivities. The notion was something he held in his memory bank. Many of his revered clients allowed him certain privileges. Taynen used his connections wisely. He had certain aspirations that would come to fruition when he was ready. Chuckling, he nodded as he thought about his humble beginnings and just how far he’d come. For a few minutes he remained quiet, his thoughts and memories becoming ragging. On man sitting amongst a group of true sadists, ones who killed indiscriminately, garnered his attention. And the one man made him furious.

Taynen had learned a long time ago never to get involved with clients, nor to give a shit about people in general. He also learned never to open up his heart. He’d done both in a beleaguered moment, causing him heartache and months where the business had almost gone south. What a fucking asshole he’d been. Still, the sight of the sexy man, one who could rule every man, woman and beast on the side of the road, seemed planned. Why in the fuck was Drew with the band of freaks? He glanced at the single man sitting at the end of the bar and grimaced. He could never seem to get away from the jerk. Taynen regretted the day he became a bought and paid for boy.

Sauntering toward the exquisitely dressed man, he plastered a smile on his face. “Omar. Lovely to see you this evening.”

“And you as well, my friend. Please sit and share a drink with me.”

Taynen knew if Omar was in his club he was merely checking up on the money making activities. He sat down casually, his eyes never leaving the Saudi’s. The man was dangerous and cunning. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Omar smiled. “You Americans are all alike. You cut to the chase. I like your crisp business attitude.”

“Business is all we have between us and soon we will be able to part ways.”

“Of that there is no need. I think we can remain good business partners. I long to become a part of your world here.”

“Why?” Taynen asked. “You own half the rest of the world. How many casinos did you purchase recently? The MGM Grand, the Mandalay Bay Resort? What’s next, city government?”

“Well done. But you and I both know the government is already corrupt. Don’t we?”


What sins of the flesh do you hunger for and exactly what would you offer in order for a taste?

For entrepreneur Taynen Salinger, Sin City meant more than simply paying homage to the sizzling desert town. The highly respected and equally selective firm, catering to men who lived vicariously every day, had made him a millionaire. A tough SinCityDeception_Cover-smalltaskmaster, anonymity was the name of the game in a town where mistakes could prove to be deadly. Providing everything from well-coiffed escorts for premier events to the kinkiest of fantasies, only the amount of monies spent held any inhibition. His employees were hand picked and specially trained in the areas of art and music, politics and finance, fine dining and wine – as well as the black arts of BDSM.

For the men of distinction, protecting a town ridden with questionable politics, crime-ridden streets and difficult financial times, Sin City was more than just a respite. Only Taynan’s carefully selected men seemed to soothe the savage beasts dwelling inside his clients. For some of his customers, understanding the ramifications of certain decisions made had proven to be costly, yet the men came back for more. However, in a town where everything is on the menu for a loaded price, what happens within the hallowed city limits must stay locked inside Pandora’s Box. Or else…


For Cody Wallace, life as an undercover DEA agent had garnered him respect, but he was weary from enduring the seedy life on the ugly streets of Reno. His last case had taken him deep inside a family of drug lords for almost two years. Arriving back in Las Vegas, he was forced to hide out for fear of retribution. Battle weary and hungry for companionship, finding a lover who could tolerate his arrogance and desire for the darker side of sex had proven to be next to impossible.  A secret recommendation had brought him to Sin City and he was instantly taken with the owner’s personal selection. After all, the man personified dark and dangerous.

Ruger Collins was an ex-Green Beret and was well versed in methods of torture. Known as the toughest of the Sin City men, he specialized in providing aspects of perceived peril for those craving a moment of euphoria. Few could handle his raw brutality and fewer still came back for more. Cody was the exception. Embarking on a steamy adventure, their time together was cut short when Cody was called back into service. After a series of mistakes proved to be costly for Cody, he was forced to trust Ruger with his life. Drawn into a world of pure evil, the art of deception managed to keep them both alive – that is until one man unraveled the secret and the threat became real.

What do you think? Ready for a trip to Vegas?



About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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