Books Set In Las Vegas Novels & Stories

I never thought of that. I need the money to earn enough for a place Leo and I can call home. I think of not staying at my cousins' home because they have too many people. I love the company and the comical acts in the morning between Ares and Thea or Seth, who seems pretty down this pasture weeks since Terry had gone to Guatemala last month. He always smiled and laughed, but only to hide his true feelings. Thea told me Seth pesters Terry a lot because they are about the same age and considered best friends, but I know no one else is aware.

He gave her an amused look. Iris looked flustered. “Why? Is it a desert?” He dipped his chin in a nod. “Well, sort of desert, but it’s a sinner’s paradise, a major hub around here. Can you guess the place?” Iris chewed her lip as she considered the hints – desert, sinner’s paradise, hub. “I see. Well, Nevada is a desert if we’re heading there. And Vegas is Sin City. So are we off to Las Vegas?”

Ava The Las Vegas Book Festival was held in a sprawling park just off the strip. Tents stretched across the grass, white canopies flapping in the desert wind. Authors milled about, clutching coffee cups and clutching their nerves. Readers wandered between booths, arms loaded with books, faces bright with excitement. I was scheduled to speak at 2 PM on the main stage. My talk went well. Better than well. The crowd was warm, engaged, full of questions about forgiveness and healing and the stories that save us. I read from my novel—the passage about Elena learning to be alone—and watched as people wiped their eyes.

And when the next morning came, the day was ripe for the limitless fun people found only in Vegas. Lora Lins got up from her huge bed, in front of a winter fireplace, feeling like the most privileged woman in town for having that vision. Lora put on her fine silk robe and walked out of the room. The sunny morning shimmered outside the apartment, illuminating the sins of Las Vegas, gilding its promiscuous image. The room was filled with large windows, all facing the most desirable part of the city, the Strip.

“Yeah. It’s a really good book.” “Learning anything good?” “Yeah, actually.” “Well, I hear the Kama Sutra is full of—” He laughs as I wriggle around and tackle him, tickling him for teasing me before our lips find each other’s, and we sink into a kiss there on the beach blanket. “It’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, you big doofus,” I mutter, hefting my paperback.

As Cecilia watched the road signs flash by, she gradually figured out their destination. Las Vegas. "Know why I chose Las Vegas?" Broderick asked, glancing at her through the mirror. "I could've gone to Los Angeles. Even Chicago. Why take the longest route?" Cecilia didn't answer. "Because Vegas is special," Broderick sneered. "Underground casinos, places the cops can't touch and the FBI won't bother with easily. And the man running things there--he's an old brother of mine. Even if Hugh has influence everywhere, he'll still have to show some respect."

“When Leo brought me here, I was terrified.” She glanced over, watching Blaze remain uninterested, eyes glued to the road. She takes the silence as a sign to go on- if he didn’t want her to talk, he would have to tell her that himself. He would have to talk. “Vegas is famous for it’s party scene- drunken weddings, gambling, sex and drugs... I knew I wouldn’t fit in.” She can see the way his brow twitched, wanting to raise. It prompts her to continue her rambling.

Caleb's shirt left behind on my old bed because I couldn't look at it anymore without feeling the ghost of his hand falling from my shoulder. I didn't want to be in that house. Not with Vanessa's scent settling into the hallways like territorial perfume. Not with Caleb's guilt filling every room like smoke from a fire nobody would acknowledge. Not with Liam's presence pulling at my chest from wherever he stood like a compass I didn't ask for and couldn't break. The warriors' quarters were separate. Isolated. Mine. I was sitting on the cot with my back against the wall and my knees drawn up when the door opened. No knock. No announcement. Just the creak of hinges and the scent of lavender and

The book on my lap was about how to organize a party. “NO!” I laughed as he was already laughing hard enough his body fell back against the couch. “Ready for serious?” I asked. Slapping his arm. “One… two… three.” My mouth dropped when I realized what he put on my lap. “Is this a dark romance book?” Piercy’s eyebrow was raised.

- A half-breed that everyone talks about, but which, like love, no one really saw. A bright light flashed, and I slightly closed my eyes, continuing to peer into the now outlines of the figures standing in the beams of the headlights opposite us. There were about a dozen of them and their bikes were not like my guys, but laconic, black, designed for a comfortable ride with a straight back. “They say,” the female voice continued, and its owner gracefully separated from her own, “For your sake, Astakhov removed Angelov and recently demolished his residence and casino.