Novel & Cerita Love In Vegas Book Signing

Gracie says with a smile. “I am in the mood for steak tonight, what about you? Peter mentions with a charming smile, and empathetic eyes. “I could go for steak for dinner!” the woman responds enthusiastically “There is a steakhouse off Bandera and 1604, want to meet there?” The fairly tall handsome man asks. “Ok I will meet you there at six!” Gracie exclaims! Peter steps around to Gracie’s door to open it for her.

And as satisfying as that sounded in my head, I just couldn't. Not here. Not with everyone from school watching. I couldn't suffer the humiliation of everyone knowing I was used and dumped. So I did what I do best. I lied. "I, uh—" I stuttered, tugging at my glasses. "I came for a book signing event. Eden Vale's new release dropped today, so yeah." Ava's eyebrows shot up. "Wait, the Eden Vale lady? You came all the way here for that and didn't tell me?" "It was kind of a last minute thing," I said, avoiding her eyes.

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.

Damion threw out there. "True, we have the lanterns, but that's at the end of the day." Jayce said. "May I?" Erica stepped up to the desk, her hip barely brushing Damion's shoulder. For fuck's sake... "I believe this would also be an excellent opportunity to do a book signing." She suggested. Lily looked over at her, a little surprised. "I haven't done a book signing in so long." Lily said, but she looked absolutely thrilled about it, "We ran into some fans here actually the other day. I'm sure they would be ecstatic." Lily looked over to Jayce and he looked defeated.

“You fit. Small-small. Find your people. Find your light. No let anybody tell you say your love na curse. Your love na fire. And fire fit warm. Fit light. Fit keep you alive.” The boy nodded. Tears fell. Crowd clapped longer. After, signing line long. People whispered thanks. Hugged him. One woman said, “Your book help my son come out to me. We dey talk now.” Chino signed every copy. Hands shook a little. Liam stood beside him—steady, proud. Wale came last. No book to sign. Just stood there. “Bros,” Wale said. “You write our story beautiful.” Chino stood. Hugged him quick. “Our story. And more.”

said the editorial colleague. The book signing event was at half past nine, so there was still half an hour. Many people at the office had high hopes for Blake and wanted her to get Liam's autographed books for them. It made her feel like she had hooked up with a rich guy. At the Ventropolis Library, Blake and Liam entered through the employee entrance to avoid the crowd. When they had reached the second floor, Blake saw the crowd outside. She exclaimed, "Liam, you're almost as popular as any top-tier celebrity. If they saw your real face, the fans would've gone crazy."

My heart swelled so full it hurt. Afterward, there was a reception where I signed copies of my book and spoke to attendees one-on-one. The line stretched across the room, and though I was exhausted, I greeted each person with genuine gratitude. These were the people who had let my story into their lives, and that was a gift I would never take for granted. Toward the end of the night, a young couple approached. They looked hesitant at first, almost as if they weren’t sure they belonged there. The woman’s hand trembled slightly as she held out a copy of my book, her partner standing close behind her, their fingers intertwined.

The crowd broke out into another round of applause. "This book is a piece of me. I poured in all the heartbreak, chaos, love, any emotion you can think of into it. To think you all and many more not present not here, connected with it, it means more I can say. I really appreciate you all from the bottom of my heart." The crowd clapped again as I signalled the host that I was done with my speech. "Alright, everyone. We'll take few questions before the book signing." A lot of hands shot up.

—V Victoria. Shit. Another text, this one from my actual phone with Damien's contact info that I've never deleted: Night Three. I'll be ready. I close my eyes. Take a breath. Then I open my laptop and pull up the reservation I made yesterday. The one I've been dreading and anticipating in equal measure. The Venetian Hotel. Las Vegas. Presidential Suite. The place where we first made love three years ago. The place where I fell for him completely, stupidly, irreversibly.

“Sure, of course. I plan to go after the first week of January when he is back from the Vegas game and help him out. That I am really looking forward to.” “And when are you planning on moving to the Ranch to be with him?” “Dad reckons the book area will be done by February, so I am thinking after we hold a Valentine’s opening night. Specials for the regular guests and free glasses of champagne and a kid’s book free for the parents to come in.” “Then you fly?” “Yep, pretty much. I have to pack and everything, my head is spinning.”