The Right Kind of Guy
What Happens In Vegas
What Happens In Vegas
by Kerri-Leigh Grady
Releasing October 17th 2016
Entangled Lovestruck
Entangled Lovestruck
BlurbRomance novelist Kelsey Spencer doesn’t believe in love, and she's tired of faking her way through happily ever afters. Determined to change things up, she heads to the Las Vegas Romance Lovers Convention. But somewhere between half-naked cover models and hot Navy SEALs, Kelsey’s plans derail...
Especially once she meets über-fan Jasmine Grant...and Jasmine’s über-hot alphahole brother, Aaron.
Buttoned-up Aaron Grant never thought he’d find himself at a romance convention, but here he is, trying to convince his impulsive sister not to marry a beefcake cover model. His only hope is to enlist the aid of the cynical (and sexy) romance writer his sister worships.
After a sweltering jaunt around Vegas, some strange conference hijinks, and one outrageous proposal, Kelsey and Aaron are left questioning everything they know about romance and love...and if falling in love might just be worth the gamble.
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“You’re right,” she said, and a weight lifted
off her shoulders. “You’re right. So…are you going to her wedding?”
He nodded and gave her a half-smile. “Would
you like to be my date?”
She laughed. “I don’t know. I might not be
here for the festivities.”
He nodded and pulled his arm away, but for a
second, she thought she saw disappointment flicker over his features, and she
shivered.
When the bartender delivered the fresh beer,
Kelsey slid off the stool with her half-finished mojito and lifted her chin
toward the casino. “Sir, would you like an escort to the ball?” She offered her
elbow, and he took it.
He deepened his voice to a bass. “I’d be much
obliged, miss.”
They walked through the casino and took the
escalator to the ballroom level. And when she turned to look at him, she warmed
to find him staring at her.
“That dress is a pleasant surprise,” he said.
They made way for two drunk women, their arms intertwined, to dash past,
giggling and failing miserably to hide a bottle of vodka in their skirts.
“How so?” She fingered the expensive
fabric—Deena’s consignment shopping was apparently a little more highbrow in
New York than what Kelsey had found in San Antonio— and wondered if it looked
too expensive for a nobody author like her.
“The color is perfect, but I like how it
fits.” He smiled. “You don’t look like an author tonight. You look like
royalty.”
She warmed and turned her head, thrilled by
his words. But they were a reminder, too. Tonight, she was playing a part,
wearing a dress that looked nicer than anything she could afford, and at
midnight, she’d have to pick up her pumpkin and mice and find her way back to
her desk to whip out more books. And Aaron would return home to rule his
father’s kingdom.
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Author Info
Kerri-Leigh Grady loves
to sink into happily-ever-after tales and blow-up-all-the-things tales, especially
when her testosterone-loaded house has hit its monthly limit of athletic socks
and slapstick. She holds an MFA from Seton Hill University and a BS in computer
science, so she’s a kind of half-artsy, half-nerd ball of nervous twitching.
She has an unnatural love of dark humor, gadgets, chickpeas, BJJ, terrible
acrylic landscapes, half-assed jewelry, and planners (Hobonichi and TN, natch).
When the zombie apocalypse happens, she’s likely to be patient zero. If you see
her bite someone, grab your water and head for your bunker.
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