Books Set In Las Vegas Novels & Stories

Warning SPG Rated 18+ Drunk or not, Catherine knew she was being unreasonable and crazy enough to say "marry me now," especially here in Las Vegas. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly when she said "yes" to the hotty. What could go wrong? She once read that Vegas was a popular wedding spot, and for very good reasons: iconic chapels, speedy marriage licenses, and out-of-this-world venues. Whether your heart was set on a minimum of ten people or less, a micro wedding, or like now, they were planning a stupid one-time game of elopement, there was a Vegas ceremony with their name on it.

Even more so than the late Elliot Corbally or the Romanov Valachi brothers of the United Kingdom, who were side by side in international business. Their influence in secret seemed to him to be a very amusing game. "Las Vegas is a woke city, managing it is not a chess game, Declan," he looked up from the papals for a second, "Drug trafficking is reflected in this city in every commercial building and the criminal gangs that predominate the areas have certain traditions that are dangerous, what strategy would there be within this folder that would be effective in overpowering them?"

Maddy shouted. “Oh my God, there’s Paris, and Treasure Island. It’s…it’s amazing!” Stella exclaimed. The limo inched along. The strip was bumper to bumper with cars, but we didn’t mind. It gave us lots of time to really take in the grandeur of all the hotels Las Vegas really was a strange place. The hotels and casinos stuck out from the desert surroundings like a sore thumb. It was like driving through a street of pure eye candy. There was more than we could possibly take in all at once.

That would only make things worse for the both of us, but at the time I felt he needed it or I needed him to have it. “I cannot stay here, Atlas.” “Well, not here. Come home with me to my pack. I promise you will like it. It’s so much better than this fucking depressing, gloomy shithole of a state.” That made me grin slightly. He was not wrong, but I did not mind it much. Depressing and gloomy matched my personality. I was well aware that the Black Mist pack was located in Florida, somewhere I had never wished to travel. That was another reason the union with Elijah was not so appealing. His coven was also located in Florida. What vampire in their right mind would want to live in such a plac

I advert my eyes away. "I know, my brother. He likes you. I mean, he likes you. He wants to fuck you so hard you won't walk the next day." Seth laughed at my expression. "Okay, bad example. Just cut your way through the vines and push him further so that you are the one who can save him." So, he is hiding something. "Miss Lily, your luggage is in your room." Terry appeared before I could open my mouth. Seth smiled brightly, goofy I should put it once Terry stood next to us. "Terryyyyyyyyy, once you drop off Liam back home. How about we go down to the club and pick up some chicks? What do you say?"

Hey, besties, Thank you so much for coming this far with me. I appreciate it❤️ While the part two of this book is ongoing, I’ll also be updating Book 2 of this series, which is Nora’s story! This means that you can read both books simultaneously and get the best of both worlds. So, my dearest readers, support that book with your gems and comments. I love forward to meeting you there as well. Here’s the blurb: I woke up in Vegas married to my stalker.

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

“Are we in Las Vegas?” “That nose of yours is quite perceptive,” I say with a barely contained smile. “Welcome to the city of sin, Chloe Jane. I need to get something from a contact here before we lay low.” Her lips are a thin line and she nods, and somehow I find her compliance… disappointing. I shake my head; no, I can’t let myself be distracted by things right now. I’ll be out in the open with a bounty on my head while I’m meeting with someone powerful on this side of Vegas. I need to have my wits about me.

Years of pretending I wasn't awkward had taught me well, one thing I learned the minute I stepped into New Jersey was that a perfect smile to hide whatever broken pieces was buried inside. Number one rule of Zian. Never let the room read you first. Inside, however... I was as usual, already planning my escape. The bookstore occupied the corner of a busy street in downtown Vegas. Floor-to-ceiling window wrapped around the front of the building, allowing sunlight to spill across rows of shelves and displays. Strings of warm lights hung from the ceiling, casting a cozy glow over the polished wooden floors. Banners featuring my books decorated the walls while stacks of signed editions sat neatly