What will you do when a night of vengeful passion leads to a perilous mystery?

"If you're seeking a racy romp for simple dripping pleasures, this book was written just for you. If you're interested in a deep exploration of Sherlock Holmes reminiscent of the original character told in an epic style, you may be disappointed. Just sayin'." ~Liz

The grand masquerade is in full swing, the ballroom alive with laughter and the rustle of silk. I glide through the crowd, my heart pounding with delight. The air is thick with the scent of roses and the flickering candlelight casts shadows on the walls.

I ascend the staircase to our bedroom. Behind the closed door is the sound of hushed voices and stifled moans. My heart catches in my throat as I push open the door and witness my husband, entwined in a scandalous ménage à trois with two mysterious women. The betrayal cuts deep.

Again.

Fury and heartache propel me back to the ballroom, where I am drawn to a man disguised as Sinbad. His dark eyes hold a promise of solace, and I find myself unable to resist his magnetic pull. He lures me into my husband's private office, and as I surrender myself to him, I am enveloped in a whirlwind of passion.

Sinbad's kisses are like a balm to my wounded soul, his embrace a sanctuary from the storm raging within me. We connect on a level I have never experienced before, our hearts beating in unison, our breaths mingling as one. The night unfolds in a haze of passion, and for a brief moment, I am able to forget the betrayal that has shattered my world.

When I awaken from my tryst, I am met with a chilling revelation.

My husband's safe lies open.

Panic rises within me, and I know that I must seek answers.

Desperate for the truth, I turn to the one man who can help me unravel this tangled web of deceit: the renowned detective, Sherlock Holmes.

Warning: Contains F/m, M/f/f, and lustful masked men. Do not read while letting your doctor take your blood pressure as the results of your throbbing pulse may be higher than normal.