Novel & Cerita Love In Vegas Book Signing

I took a deep breath before walking over to Jillian. "Jillian, if you're unwilling to give me 50,000 dollars, at least give me 10,000 dollars. I need to pay the deposit for the cochlear implant." Jillian responded by hurling a cup of hot tea into my face, right in front of all the restaurant's patrons. "Are you even a man, Felix? Why do you only talk about money day in and day out? Marrying someone like you must be the unluckiest thing that ever happened to me!"

"Don't do that, don't shut me out. You don't get a look like that on your face just over some family tree drama, Diana. Now, tell me the truth. Did she try to do something to you?" I flash her a weak, fake smile. "Pippa, seriously, you don't need to worry. I'm totally fine. I just... I need to confirm the truth first. I'm actually going to Vegas tonight." Pippa’s head jerks back real quick, her mouth dropping open. "Wait, what? What does your family tree have to do with being in Vegas? Does your mom live in Vegas now?" "No… I” I know exactly why I'm going to Vegas, and it isn't about my mom. I have to see Cairo. I have to look him right in his face, look into those eyes, and hear his real vo

“Tell me you love me.” I cried as I rode the beta’s son on the floor of the garage. “Fucking tell me you love me, Theo.” I grabbed his bicep, slamming down on him as I chased the high. I needed to hear the word. I needed to know that I was loved even though it was for a brief exchange of body contact and fluids. But it was worth it as long as they loved me. Right? “Theo?” I yelled again, staring at him, but his eyes were glazed in pleasure, his mouth slightly opened as a trail of saliva ran down his lips. “Theo!” I snapped just as his eyes jerked open and he glared at me.

I slipped off my shoes and massaged my feet for a few minutes, thinking about the shift in me that had me liking the banter between us again. I’d hear the ding on the front door or the bell at the register if a customer needed anything, so I decided to check email the Sparks Bookstore email account for inquiries or replies. Sometimes I sent proposals to authors, asking them to do a book signing at our store. The buzz of a celebrity author stopping by the store might bring in some more business, especially if they also read an excerpt of their work. As I read through the emails, replying to inquiries about book clubs and story time for children, I stumbled upon a reply from Kristen Stein, the

“Dear L. V. Eclipse, Shadow and Light Publishing has the honor of inviting you to the first exclusive literary event of the ‘Voices in the Dark’ series in São Paulo. There will be only 80 guests—selected readers, survivors, writers, and professionals in the field. No photos, no recordings, no disclosure of identity. Your presence would be a milestone for many women who found strength in your words. Date: November 12. Location: private auditorium at Hotel Aurora. Theme: ‘From Pain to Art — Transforming Scars into Narratives.' With gratitude, The Curators.” Maeve read the email three times, sitting at her writing desk. Her heart beat hard, a mixture of excitement and pure terror. It was the fi

--- The chapel was three blocks east. I will tell you what I remember in pieces, because that is all I have. The streets blurring past. My hand in his. A neon sign that read EVERLASTING LOVE — OPEN 24 HRS — ELVIS AVAILABLE. A woman behind a counter in a sequined vest who did not blink at us, did not ask questions, slid a clipboard across the desk and said, "Cash or credit, sweetheart?" Damien handed her a black card I didn't get a good look at.

"No secrets." "No secrets." The book came out the following autumn. Small press. Modest print run. No press tour. Just a quiet launch at a bookstore in Lagos. Locals came. A few journalists who had followed the story years ago. The children flew in. Veronica read from the final chapter: a scene set on a bluff, two people choosing each other despite everything. When she finished the room was silent for a long moment. Then applause, soft at first, then louder. Afterward they signed books, hugged strangers, laughed with friends. Mara stood beside her mother, arm around her waist.

She reminds me of Gina who’s very bubbly and jolly. The book signing went on for a couple of hours. Surprisingly, there are a lot of people who bought my book. Everyone kept saying that I am a good writer. I doubt that though. Were they only got smitten by the fact that I wrote a tragic love affair? You know people always love the words love and pain. They keep saying how much they don’t want to experience love with pain but it’s everything that they’re reading about. When I was about to stand up from my spot after the book signing, someone called my name. I looked up and was shocked when I saw Kieran Wu standing in front of me with a book.

, he cut me off. " Dr Ingrid Dounce? I know her. I went to her book signing last year and..........". " Me too. Her last book was practically on empowering women and reducing global poverty and I read that book over and over again after she signed on it", I said, smiling my teeth out and forgetting that I was eating a burger. " Wow. Who knows, we could've met unknowingly at the event", he said. " Don't be ridiculous", I chuckled, " we definitely wouldn't stand a chance with the hundreds of people that attended the event".