As a shadow dancer, Daisy titillates the ever-growing crowds at Swank Hotel’s upscale Seduction Lounge. When Sebastian Collins attempts to steal her away to save his own failing business, she declines. Even in a city of freaks, she stands out. At Swank, surrounded by her own kind, Daisy’s safe.

But that doesn’t stop her from being intrigued by the sexy club owner. With a little help from her bartending witch friend, Daisy transforms long enough to steal several orgasmically delicious hours with Sebastian. Afterward, he’s desperate to see her again—but the real Daisy might be too hot for Sebastian to handle.

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Ladybirdrobi at Romance Junkies Gives Hidden Four Ribbons!

“SIN CITY SHIFTERS: HIDDEN is a very nice read. It teases and tantalizes the senses in a variety of ways. Ms. Erickson is very talented, she grabs your interest and keeps it throughout the book. Your emotions rise and fall as you debate who you are pulling for or rooting for in the book.”

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Rachel C at FAR Gives Hidden Five Angels & A Recommended Read!

“The heat between Daisy and Sebastian sizzles and burns its way from one page to the next, even when they’re not in the same room. Ms. Erickson has penned a tale that titillates not just the body but the mind as well; with engaging characters she draws you into her world of misfits while burning out your retinas with some seriously hot sex. Don’t miss this latest offering from a great writer.”

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Sandy at Dark Angel Reviews Gives Hidden Four Pixies!

“HIDDEN is a cute, amusing little romance with interesting characters and a fun plot.”

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Excerpt

“Are you Sebastian?”

The moment had arrived. He recognized her voice from their phone conversation. Turning his head, he found a goddess standing beside him, clad in a slinky black dress that accentuated every delicious curve of her body.

“Daisy?” His voice came out an embarrassing croak and he coughed, trying to cover it.

She nodded toward the chair across from him. He’d moved from the bar to a table when Mo the bartender had told him Daisy would meet with him out here. He thought it would be more intimate.

Right now he was thankful he’d made that decision.

“May I sit down?”

Her voice was husky, sexy, just as he remembered. It rolled over him, filling him with lust, making his cock surge against the fly of his pants, and he wondered what he would do if she whispered hot words into his ear.

A cold sweat broke out across his forehead. He’d probably come in his pants.

“Yes, please sit down,” he said, waving her toward the chair.

She did so, leaving her chair cocked at an angle so he could get a good gander at the long, long legs she’d just crossed, the skirt of her dress slipping up even higher. Smooth, golden skin beckoned for him to touch and he clenched his hands into fists, settling them on top of the table.

If he didn’t clutch his hands he’d reach out and grab her, slide his hands up those smooth-looking thighs, test her soft, soft skin. Not the way to impress on their first meeting.

“Do you want something to drink?”

Daisy shook her head, a teasing gleam in her golden eyes. Such an unusual color, they seemed to glow, see right through him, and he felt momentarily hypnotized.

“Didn’t you want to talk business, Mister Collins?”

“Um, yes.” He cleared his throat again, straightening his tie, trying to look official.

But he didn’t feel very official. No, more like he felt the overwhelming urge to touch her, trail his fingers up her arm, cup those heavy breasts that were straining against the thin fabric of her dress. Maybe even scoot that skirt up a little farther and dip his fingers between her legs, testing just how hot and wet and ready she would be for him.

“Penny for your thoughts,” she murmured, her glossy lips parting invitingly.

Sebastian sat up straight, shaking his head. “I don’t think you want to know.”

Daisy leaned across the table, her dress dipping so low he thought he saw a flash of pink nipple. “Try me. You might be surprised.”

Well if that wasn’t a blatant invitation, he didn’t know what was. “You might want to slap my face after I say it.”

She grinned, a little giggle escaping from her, and her nose crinkled in the most enchanting way.

Dancing Daisy was just as beautiful as he’d imagined she’d be.

“And then again, I might be agreeable to what you have to say. I think we might be looking for the same thing, Sebastian.”

He liked the way she said his name. Her voice, low and sultry, seemed to linger on the word, draw it out, as if she were savoring it.

And that conjured up all kinds of nasty, savory images in his head.