The name’s Jagger. Jagger Monroe.
Most of the time, I go by Jag, seeing as that’s what they scream at the top of their lungs when they want more.
I’m a playboy—a male stripper in one of Sin City’s hidden gems.
Fawned over and highly coveted, these chicks all come in here for one thing, and one thing only…
The Jag Experience.
An experience not quite for the faint of heart.
But what can I say? I’m good at what I do and I know it without a doubt.
Until I’m all but knocked on my ass.
Enter Vida Mendez.
It was supposed to be one dance, but one dance quickly spirals into something neither her nor I are expecting.
With baggage weighing heavy on both ends, our whirlwind affair is a literal disaster waiting to happen.
This career already cost me so much, so why the hell would she be an exception to the rule?