My Las Vegas

Can he afford to gamble with his heart? Chris: Staff Sergeant Christopher Daniel Brooking plays life safe. Order, determination, and hard work have served him well in the Air Force, and he’s about to take the next step toward his life-long dream: becoming an officer. Unfortunately, the experimental officer training program that he’s been accepted to is in Las Vegas, the very epitome of the kind of life Chris detests the most. And even worse, the college student he’s been assigned as his “university guide” might be charming and adorable, but she’s also one of the most scatterbrained people he’s ever had the misfortune of working with. It will be a miracle if he can keep his carefully crafted routine intact while surviving the semester with her by his side. The more he gets to know the misadventurous, bubbly Skylar, however, the more he begins to realize that there might be more than his strict adherence to rules on the line. He might be in danger of losing his heart as well. *** Skylar: Las Vegas native, Skylar, doesn’t mean to get into scrapes. Nor does she mean to leave her homework on the printer at home or lock her keys in her car or blurt out whatever she’s thinking. But it happens, and because of her unfortunate...tendencies, she’s about to flunk out of one of her foundational hospitality courses. So when the chance to earn extra credit by helping a new Air Force student around the city for a semester is offered, Skylar jumps at it with gusto. She quickly realizes, however, that Chris Brooking is one of the handsomest, biggest squares Skylar has met. Never one to be intimidated by first impressions, though, she soldiers on and does her best to crack his shell to find the amazing person she’s sure is hiding beneath. In her attempt to unlock his secrets, however, Skylar ends up discovering truths of her own that she’d rather not face. So when the broody airman offers to help, she must decide whether she can bear to let him see the pain and insecurities she tries so hard to hide...or push him out forever. My Las Vegas Airman is the third book in the My Air Force Fairy Tale series, clean and wholesome standalone novels about life and love with military men. Read it today to find love, truth, and the magic of happily ever after.

As a charismatic billionaire dad seeking arm candy for a weekend escape to Sin City, I knew Samantha Gayle would be perfect for the role. Little did I expect my daughter's gorgeous best friend to short-circuit all my senses with her captivating smile and enchanting laugh. From the moment our gazes collided, I ravenously craved to shatter the bounds of our business arrangement and ravish the forbidden. Samantha's warmth and brilliant mind intoxicated me in ways I never anticipated, our fake romance metastasizing into an unquenchable, reckless reality. In Vegas's world of temptation and indulgence, we surrendered to the irresistible magic of our unexpected connection. Each electrifying turn of the roulette wheel, each sinful cocktail that graced our lips urged us further into the abyss of insatiable desire. Could I resist the gravitational pull of the breathtaking woman meant to be my mere weekend fling...or would I gamble everything to make her mine?

Waking up next to a stranger wearing a wedding ring was not on the itinerary. I came to Las Vegas for a quick girl’s trip, but somehow ended up a married woman. What I thought would stay in Vegas followed me back to my small town of Sunrise Bay, Alaska. Of course, my new husband—MMA champion fighter, Logan Stone—couldn’t find me alone at my house to tell me he wants to give our impromptu nuptials a shot. He has to tell me in front of my entire family and half the town. The two of us couldn’t be more opposite, but he offers me a deal I can’t refuse which involves me pretending we’re happily married for three months. Yeah, a lot of things can change in that short amount of time, most importantly catching feelings for a man whose lifestyle I despise.

A savage journey into the heart of Hunter S. Thompson's Las Vegas with the Good Doctor as tour guide. A Lord-of-the-Rings-like adventure in the city's underground flood channels. A seven-day stay at a seedy motel on East Fremont Street. The stories in My Week at the Blue Angel aren't about Steve Wynn, Cirque du Soleil, or how to play poker, and they aren't set in Caesars Palace, XS Nightclub, or a 2,000-seat showroom. They're about prostitutes, ex-cons, and the homeless, and they're set under Caesars Palace and in trailer parks and weekly motels. In this creative nonfiction collection, Matthew O'Brien--author of Beneath the Neon: Life and Death in the Tunnels of Las Vegas--and veteran photographer Bill Hughes show a side of the city rarely seen. A side beyond the neon lights, themed facades, and motel-room doors. A side beyond the barbwire fences, No Trespassing signs, and midnight shadows.

Brad Evans has been an entertainer for over 50 years. Brad and his group, the Encores made a unique sound that crossed racial, ethnic and cultural lines. Starting with Brad's humble beginnings growing up in a small coal mining town in Pitt Gas, PA to rolling with the famous "Rat Pack" as a musician, sideman. Brad lived in an adult Disneyland a wold where partying, booze, super fine ladies and big money was the norm in the raucous 50,s, 60's and 70's. He crossed paths with the mob and rubbed shoulders and became friends with some of America's biggest stars like Elvis, The Rat Pack, Nat King Cole, Frankie Laine, Phyllis Diller and many other celebrities of the day. He was popular, in demand and was asked to perform with with headliners. Brad and his groups on-stage presence made him something of a Vegas nightclub staple. Brad also has a number of colorful relationships. This book is an interesting tale of a musicians life of ambition, heartache -- and a life with few regrets.

This was a magic I’d long forgotten existed. *** Alexander: Once upon a time, she’d smiled a lot. Even in her pain, I could see hints of that girl I'd loved so much. She was smart and adventurous and had the snarkiest sense of humor I’d ever met. And, based on the way she’d nearly grinned at me earlier, I could only guess...or hope, rather, that all of that was still inside. As I left the base to head to the nearest pharmacy, a plan began to hatch itself in my mind. The family housing had prompted it, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew it was the only way. It was perfect, really. I could nurse Carly back to health. She’d even have insurance. She’d be independent of her relatives’ care, and I would spend the rest of our lives making up for my mistakes. My heart began to hammer in my chest, and with each passing second, I could see it unfolding perfectly in my head. The only problem would be convincing Carly. Saying she could be stubborn was like saying winter is chilly. But I could be stubborn, too. *** Carly: I don’t know what I’d expected from the kiss, but it wasn’t this. This...my brain ceased producing words. Instead, I felt. Saw. Tasted. His hands were warm on my face, and his lips were like fire on mine. My eyes were closed, but colors flashed behind my eyelids like fireworks. In that kiss, I saw glimpses of two kids who fell in love and all the dreams they’d painted in those bright Carolina sunsets. Familiar as the kiss was, the boy beneath just wasn’t the same. Like magma pushing through the earth’s crust, a new man was there, breaking through everything I knew. Confidence I hadn't seen in him before radiated from his gentle hands as they kept me rooted to the spot. Then he was gone. I opened my eyes in confusion to see him pulling back as the crowd burst into cheers and whistles. “I present Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Calero,” the judge announced, and the clapping grew even louder. But I couldn’t tear my gaze from him. His eyes smoldered as they met mine, and I knew that we both knew something inside had changed. If only I knew what it was. This was supposed to be a fake marriage, after all, a way to get me the medical care I needed until Grandpa came back. So why did kissing him feel like waking up? Why did it feel like coming home? My Carolina Airman is the second in the My Air Force Fairy Tale series, clean and wholesome standalone novels about life and love with military men. Read it today to find love, truth, and the magic of happily ever after.

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