'What are you going to do?' Roz whispered. Carter gave her a gentle shove so that she fell backwards onto the pool table, setting the array of spots and stripes rolling across the baize. 'I've an idea,' Carter said, dragging his rough fingers back and forth over the nub of her flesh, 'to see what we can do with those balls.'
Carter, manager of an exclusive all-female pool tour, discovers Roz in a back street pool hall. When he sees her bending to take her shot, he can't resist putting his marker down to play her. But when he signs Roz up to his tour, she discovers that the dominant Carter has a taste for the perverse, enforces a strict training regime, and that an exhibition match is just that.
