Attorney Amanda Oliver’s job is to prove Drake Andrew innocent of murder, but a moment of forbidden passion between the two jeopardizes his freedom and her career and thrusts them both into a game of sexual blackmail.With proof of their jailhouse tryst, a deputy threatens to expose Drake and Amanda unless they participate in his sex games. Amanda is determined to thwart her blackmailer. Until she’s swept into a maelstrom of sexual desire with two men who feed her darkest fantasies…TO MY READER: I loved writing about Drake and Amanda’s story and the consequences of when a person delves into the forbidden. Both Drake and Amanda quickly find themselves down a dark, sexual and dangerous path, and that it only take one moment of passion to jeopardize both their futures and careers.ABOUT THE AUTHOR:Lynne Logan has always had a love of books. Many a time you can find her with a book in one hand and a diet soda in the other. Human nature and what drives people, whether it be physical or cerebral, has always fascinated her, along with a good tale of love, sex and suspense. Lynne has won and finaled in numerous contests under another pseudonym. She lives in Arizona where the summer nights are as hot as the pages she writes. You can contact Lynne at lynne@lynnelogan.com.EXCERPT: He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “I’m not lying, and I’m not going to start so I can get a shorter a sentence for a murder I didn’t commit! I might as well slit my wrists.”After rising to her feet, she walked restlessly across the floor. Two chairs and a small table in the middle of the room were the only furnishings inside the small, sterile, jail cell reserved for legal visits. Other than a small slat of plate glass for viewing in the door, the walls were empty of windows. Just the two of them were inside this room, allowing privacy for any dark confessions her client might make. She paused beside Drake. “Then we need proof. Something. Anything.”Swiveling in his chair, he raised his head and gripped her hip. The heat of his palm burned through the fabric of her skirt. Entreaty flared in his eyes.Her breath hissed into her lungs. Not once had a client dared to slip over the line and touch her with such intimacy. He must know the attraction she’d tried to hide from him behind a cool, professional facade. Why else would he step past that boundary?Drake’s expression shifted, tightened with hunger. Not for freedom or for justice. But for something far darker. Sexual desire and hot forbidden thoughts glittered from his eyes as he turned completely in his chair to face her. Amanda didn’t move. She couldn’t move. Not when anticipation hummed through her entire body and rooted her to the floor. His hand glided lower, and for one slow, heart rending breath, it paused below the hemline of her skirt…