For Rachel Cooke, sex isn't dirty; it's a celebration of life. She doesn't give it to just anyone, but once she does, she doesn't slow down, so prepare for the sexual roller coaster ride of your life.
Rachel, can't help but notice the luscious man sitting next to her at the bar in Pokey's Las Vegas restaurant and lounge. Rachel, a singer and performer at the club, studies the man. His name is Scott. He seems preoccupied about something, but when he begins mumbling indelicacies about Reverend Robertson and someone named Carol, Rachel's innocent question seems to set inevitable romantic forces in motion.

They go dancing and as the evening progresses, so does their attraction. It's evident they desire each other, intimately, but Rachel has issues. It's not obvious, but Rachel has a mixed race background and after just ending a disastrous relationship with Lester, her agent, she is not about to get close to anyone without laying her cards on the table. When Scott casually remarks that like her, he too, is only interested in getting to know her and if she happened to be sitting naked next to him, he wouldn't lay a hand on her. She takes him up on it.

This leads to our couple spending an informative though, sexless night, fully naked in her Hilton hotel suite, a test of his resolve and character. In reality, Scott has no idea of the sexual adventuress that lies beneath Rachel's demur, delightfully perky persona and after a wet hot passionate interlude in the shower, the following morning, all hell breaks loose and they wind up making love everywhere. Even in the depths of Hoover Dam.

Rachel and Scott stay by each other's side for days and both come to the conclusion that they have or are about fall in love with each other. It appears to be a match made in heaven, until trouble appears in the form of a snake bearing an apple. The snake is Lester Wilkins, Rachel's agent and former boyfriend, who will do anything to get her back, and the apple is a series of well paying long engagements out of town clubs, where she will be away from Scott and within the clutches of Lester.

REVIEW

When Scott is not only stood up, but also caught cursing the woman under his breath by Rachel, both discover an instant attraction to one another. Not ready or willing to part company, Scott lays down a challenge to Rachel that takes her breath away and has her falling for him. Spend a night together, naked and getting to know one another, with no sex.

When they arrive at The Hilton, Rachel puts Scott's challenge to the test. She's sure he won't be able to last the night with them both naked. Come morning, in appreciation to Scott for being such a good boy, Rachel is going to give him the most erotic nookie of his life. Will these two lovers be able to find a lasting relationship? Or is this a case of "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?"

I have heard so many wonderful things about this story, I just had to get my hands on GETTING NAKED AT THE HILTON. Man, am I glad I did. This is one of those rare gems that really raises your blood pressure and leaves you screaming for more. Dee Dawning created a wonderful contradiction of emotions throughout this story. As badly as Rachel wants Scott to be able to keep his hands off her for a night, she can't help herself from wanting to jump his bones. Scott is so witty he had me laughing hysterically at times. The two of these characters together are a match made in Heaven, or Sin City, actually. What starts out as more erotic play definitely turns into a more heart felt romance in my opinion. I could almost feel the pull between their two hearts wanting to bring them together forever. If you're looking for a smoking hot story with the perfect amounts of foreplay, sensuality and a heart-stopping romance, GETTING NAKED AT THE HILTON is the one for you. I guarantee you won't be disappointed and you'll become a huge fan of Dee Dawning!

Willow Rayne

Reviewed by: Dark Angel Reviews, Willow Rayne
www.darkangelreviews.com

EXCERPT

Situated on the Strip south of Circus Circus Hotel, Pussy Cats was the in club of the moment. Its ultra modern stainless steel motif catered to the beautiful people of Vegas and adventurous, well-heeled tourists. The drinks were expensive, the music loud, the mood seductively dark and the womenâ?¦as always, the women were hot! But none hotter that night than Rachel Cooke.

Gyrating with the best of them to the sexy rhythm driven beat, Rachel in her scanty attire with her lissome, sexy frame was a show within a show on Pussy Cat's dance floor. Drinking in her marvelous undulating form, visions of her transferring those sexy dance moves with my cock buried in her, teased my brain. Goddamn! Can she move. I'll bet she's a fucking nympho in the sack.

The only thing preventing my libido from tenting my pants was the energy I was expending keeping up with Rachel's wild moves. Out of breath and near passing out from exertion, the ending of the third heart pumping, high tempo dance number was going to be the death of me. And then, salvation. Taking pity on the sweaty dancers, the band played a slow song.

A frenzy of excitement settled in the pit of my stomach as I trapped the hot little minx in my arms. She wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled in close. Damn, she feels good. A few inches below me in height, everything seemed to line up to erotic advantage.

Cradled against my thighs, her breasts against my chest, the music created a sensual rhythm that no longer moved our feet but swayed our bodies tighter together. My erection surged between us when she nestled in even closer. My hands slid down and grasped her shapely ass, feeling the seams of her skimpy panties through the flimsy fabric of her mini-skirt. She exuded sex--raw sex. I was hard as a hammer and with the subtlest of movements, pressed it into her abdomen to feel her response. She pressed back. Oh, yeah!

Feminine hands slid from my back and moved around to my chest. For a few seconds they rested on my upper chest and she snuggled her pretty face into the crook of my neck, but as I continued to press my hard groin into her, and squeeze her buttocks, her right hand moved up behind my neck.

Long graceful fingers pulled my face toward her upturned lips and as our mouths clashed, I nibbled on her warm, pliant lips. A charge of voltage ran clear to my toes as her tongue parted my lips and brushed across my teeth. She was the aggressor and I the all too willing recipient. A groan escaped me as her greedy tongue darted in and she responded to my grinding hardness by matching my thrusts and pushing her hot pussy into my rigid cock. My body was shaking, boiling up and on the verge of losing control. Carol never affected me this way. Damn, I want what she's offering! This pretty piece of flesh must be mine tonight!