Divorced, single, and all dried up. That’s what I put on my dating app profile. I couldn’t think of a better way to describe myself. I’d lost not only my confidence but my kids over Christmas. My friends told me to do something fun, but I’d forgotten what that meant. I was forty-five going on seventy, and I’d spent the last twenty years focusing on my ex-husband and kids. I decided the one place to have fun would be in Vegas. I went alone. I lied and told everyone that I had a date. The lie turned into reality as I hit the roulette table. One bet. One night. They said there would be no questions asked, and none would be answered because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Author’s Note: This is a kinky stand-alone novella about a single mom who gets more than she bargained for on Christmas day. There is an HEA.