Rossi's Gamble

When Meyer Lansky makes you an offer, how can you refuse? Even if it's one you don't want. The Highwaymen, a group of grifters and conmen, have come to town and it is up to Massimo "Max" Rossi, the Sands Hotel and Casino's newest house detective to stop them before they hit. But finding a group that specializes in hitting quick and getting out fast isn't as easy as it sounds. Even if Rossi does find the Highwaymen and identify the leader, is he willing to help fill a hole in the desert?

Rossi is forced into a choice he doesn't want to make! Drawn into a world of sex and drugs, where every move could be his last, Rossi must navigate his way out before it's too late. He's got to find the head of the Highwaymen, then decide how to stop them without sacrificing his morals and convictions. If he can't, there might just be two holes filled in the desert.

From the book I removed my lid and placed it on the small desk, then I hung my suit jacket on the hook by the closet, and turned on the table lamp. Lizzie emerged minutes later clothed in nothing but her undergarments. She slid over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Then she kissed me. It was a soft kiss. A kind kiss. An inviting kiss. She pulled back and smiled. I put my hands on her hips. They were nice hips, soft and curvy, just like hips ought to be. They were inviting me as well. Inviting me to do things I had no business doing with someone I had no business being with. But there she was, standing in front of me, fiddling with my tie, wearing next to nothing, with perfect red lips, staring into my eyes.