Trey: Son of Tallav

She's the opposite he can't resist.

Trey Johannsen's preference is to stick to managing a private club on Beta Tau. It's dark. It's sexy. The cries of pleasure, the thud of a flogger, and the mingled scents of arousal and fear are evidence he's damn good at it.

So when his boss insists Trey's perfect for assisting a new hire to develop a cabaret, Trey is nonplussed. How the hell do you make burlesque accurately represent the lifestyle? Then he meets her, and instant attraction has him imagining peeling her clothes off, tying her to a bed, and sinking into her until she can take no more.

He's determined to make her his own despite differences that could thrust them into bitter conflict.

A lust-inducing man isn't on Patsy O'Shaughnessy's shopping list. Her commitment to refuse his overtures, they'll be coworkers after all, slides into oblivion. She's got a lot on her plate, but dessert never hurt a girl. Especially when the dessert is built like a Celtic warrior of old, lacking only the kilt and sword.

This is the 4th and final book in the Sons of Tallav series.