Dallon by Lissa Matthews

What started out as a pretty typical day, quickly spiraled when Dallon saw her. Buttoned up, full of curves, with a voice smooth as honey and eyes so innocent the flames of Hell warned him to keep on moving.
But then she walked into his bar, out of place and full of determination, wanting only one thing. Him.
What’s a guy supposed to do when temptation herself exits the Heavenly Highway straight onto Sin Street? He does the only thing he can …

Warning: What’s done with a beer bottle in this little story may be illegal in forty-eight out of fifty states … and at least two territories. But they won’t tell, if you don’t.
Author’s Note: This novella was previously published by Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc. It has been lightly revised and edited from it’s original version.