Love In Vegas Book Signing นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His voice cracked as he spoke, his words breaking the silence that had filled the room. “I won’t stop loving you, Lena,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet desperation. “I’ll never stop loving you. Vegas… Vegas will always be our place, the place where we started.” Vegas. The city where everything began—the night that I had been so foolish. The night I had married a stranger, a man I thought would be my everything. The city that now felt like a prison, a place where memories of Roman’s betrayal haunted me at every corner.

I picked up a pen and signed my name, my hand perfectly steady. Bruno's gaze was dark. He stared at my calm, resolute face, and an unfamiliar tightness seized his chest. After signing, he threw the papers on the bed and turned toward the door. He paused at the doorway, turning back to look at me with venom in his eyes. "Liliana, you'll regret thinking you can just walk away from me." I gave a weary smile. Yes, of course I'd have regrets. My only regret was ever loving him.

"Very lucky. Though he's late picking me up from my signing." "Maybe he got held up. Traffic in the city is terrible." He shifted the little girl on his shoulders. "But if he doesn't show up, I'd be happy to take you to dinner." "You're awfully forward for a stranger." "I'm not a stranger. I'm a fan." He gestured to the book in his hand. "Read all three twice. The way their relationship turned around? The way Perez worships his wife? That's how a man should love a woman."

" Her eyes softened. “That won't be a problem. They reached the table and the maître d' pulled out a chair for her. Their table was next to a huge window, open to the night air and a sky with an almost full moon. was covered on a linen tablecloth and adorned with a bouquet of green and purple orchids floating in a vase. Chic. Damien was glad he wasn't wearing jeans. Damien sat up, feeling proud. There he was, an author with a book on the list. The New York Times, the first book signing of their North American tour ever, and more successful than I had dared to imagine. With the Honolulu sky on one side, the elegant

Earlier, Daniel had told Alissa that the book conference in JW Mariott was a big event that every publishing company in the states and some from other parts of the world would participate in. It was an understatement because it wasn’t just big, it was huge and Alissa could see hundreds, tons of people with a few familiar faces at sight. Celebrities take a picture with their fans while writers are on every booth doing a book signing of their own. Fans can be seen in a long queue just to see them and Alissa saw one of her favorite writers.

SAM I let my eyes wander around when Phoenix ushers me outside the car. This place is an old books store which is renovated in to a big and modern one. Many well-known authors used this venue for book signing events. A woman around my age approaches us wearing a bright smile on her face. “Mr. Williams, Ms. Anderson, good evening! Please, follow me.” I am surprised to hear my name, and I grin at her in return. I feel Phoenix’s hand gripping my waist. “Let’s get inside, beautiful.”

*Experience the magic of love right here at Midnight snacks* *Welcome to Los Vegas, the place where your love story begins* Olivia read the last writing again and chuckled. It sounded really funny and awkward to her. It's like one of those fairy tale stories. "Here's what you ordered for, ma'am" "Thank you!" Olivia said and paid for what she ordered "Uhm, excuse me?" Olivia called back. "Yes, do you need anything else, ma'am?" "No! I just wanna ask.. " She pointed at the writing on the wall. ".. Is that really true? Like, does every love story begin here at Los Vegas?" She couldn't help but ask.

And with determined steps, Emily made her way to the desk as the rest of us found our seats at the tables set in a semicircle. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Emily Parker, but you already know that...” she began, her voice trembling with excitement. “It is an honor to have you here in such large numbers at an event so important to me and my entire career as a bestselling author. My Wild Alpha, though a bold fantasy, is one of the books I not only worked hard on but has a special place in my heart. In fact, all the books I’ve written are dear to me, but this one won the jackpot for several reasons. We all know the myth of werewolves, but we are skeptical when asked if they really exist. Well, the

The bookstore was already buzzing when we arrived. Bright lights, a sea of faces, the air thick with the scent of paper and ink. Joaquin’s latest novel had just hit the shelves, and the turnout for his signing was overwhelming. Fans lined up against the walls, clutching copies of his book to their chests, their chatter a constant hum. I’d attended plenty of his events before even when I was still Jessy’s editor. But today was different. Today, I wasn’t just Haven, his editor. I was Haven, Joaquin’s fiancée.