A small girl, her man and her books: There's Something About Vegas by Ember-Raine Winters

Title: There’s Something About Vegas

Author: Ember-Raine Winters

Release Date: August 31st, 2017

Genre: Hot Steamy Romance

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Rissa

Five years ago, I did something impulsive. I turned myself into a cliché when I decided to be spontaneous and hopped in my car and took off to Vegas. I had no idea that decision would come back to haunt me. Now, I am a super star, engaged to a rock star, and have everything I could ever want. Until my world implodes around me and I find myself running back to where it all began.

Cole

Five years ago, the woman of my dreams walked into my club. And as quickly as she entered, she fled. All I was left with were memories and a piece of paper. I searched everywhere for the girl who starred in all of my wildest fantasies, but it wasn't until her life got turned upside down that she came barreling back into mine with more complications then I could have dreamed. I fell for her, hard. What she doesn't know is I have a secret that could very well tear us apart

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The bottom dropped out of my stomach, and I was so thankful security grabbed me and brought me inside before I could say something dumb. One of the things my mother taught me was to be the ice queen, and in situations like this with the press, it was the perfect persona, even though on the inside I was a complete wreck.

“Honey,” Cassie said as I walked in the door. “I'm so sorry. I have no idea how they found out you were going to be here.”

I looked at her skeptically, but didn't comment. She had no reason to lie to me. We never lied to each other, hence her always telling me about the guys I dated. “It's okay, they just caught me off guard. They asked something about Jake and Maria that had me pausing.”

“What did that fucktard do?”

“Rumor has it he's still with Maria. I'm sure it's a misunderstanding. They are wrong. Jake loves me. He wouldn't cheat on me.”

“Right, you keep telling yourself that, babe.” A saccharin-sweet voice said from behind me.

I cringed. Cassie’s eyes were huge, and she had a surprised look on her face.

“Hi Maria, how are you tonight?” I asked politely and put on a fake smile as she pulled me in for cheek kisses.

“Honey, Cassandra.” Maria smiled in greeting while Cassie growled and said, “Who let the trash in?”

Maria laughed loudly. “Really Cassandra? You think you're cute don't you? Wait until I tweet about the rude owner of the Manhattan Gallery on Sunset to my ten thousand followers.”

“It's all right Cassie, I got you babe.” I patted her on the arm. “My hundred thousand followers will love to hear about all the amazing artwork and friendly staff.”

“Holy crap! Were you just mean to someone?” Cassie whipped around to me in shock.

Was I? That wasn’t actually my intention, I was just trying to defend my friend, but now that Cassie’s said that, I can see how that could be interpreted. Looking over at Maria, I apologized, “Oh Maria, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry—that was really insensitive of me.”

“Are you for real?” The look on her face was in direct contrast to the artistic beauty of her Dries Van Noten gown. “I'm basically telling you that I am fucking your fiancé and you are apologizing?” She shook her head. “This is no longer fun.”

Grabbing a glass of champagne off the waiter’s tray, she practically devoured the thing in one gulp before stalking off, probably looking for new prey. Honestly, I had no idea why she was acting like that—I really was sorry. Trumping her in the part for the show, and basically taking her ex-lover, I never should have mentioned the number of followers I had. It was insensitive of me, even if she was lying about she and Jake getting back together.

“Don't do that,” Cassie said as she pulled me over to the bar. “You did the right thing. She was being a heinous bitch and is probably the one who spread the rumors to the rags.”

The bartender came over to us, and I opted for the wine instead of the champagne. “I think I need to get away for a few days.”

“Don't run.” She nudged me in the shoulder, practically causing me to spill the glass the bartender just handed me. “Remember what happened last time?”

I shot her a glare and took a hefty gulp. “Don't… we don't talk about that, remember?”

“My lips are sealed. Come on let's mingle.” She looped her arm in mine and dragged me around the room.

There were a ton of people, mainly artists and a few business men with their trophy wives. I had to dodge a couple creeps with wedding bands that were trying to flirt with me, but other than that it was a lot of fun and I am certain Cassie made a boatload of money off her paintings.

As the night wore down I was getting tired, so I went in search of Cassie. I noticed people looking at me funny and wondered what the deal was. It wasn't long before a message came through on my phone and I found out exactly what was going on.

The video took forever to load and it was grainy but bright enough that I could make out my bedroom, bed, and sheets. Maria, with her big fake boobs, was there spread eagle for the whole world to see. Laying on top of my comforter, completely naked, and playing with herself. But Maria’s display is not what had me staring at my phone, it was Jake walking into the room, fully clothed and watching her.

“No!” I heard someone yell as if from far away. It must have been Cassie because the next thing I knew my phone was ripped from my hand and she was there with two big burly security guys. “Come on, babe.” She grabbed my arm and began pulling me. “We will take you out through the back.”

“What on earth just happened?” I asked as a million notifications came through on my phone.

“That, my dear, was me not telling you I told you so.”

I stood there for a moment, my heels embedded in the carpeted floor. What I saw was real, and Cassie was again correct. “I gotta go,” I murmured in a daze.

“I'm coming with you.”

“What?” I looked down at Cassie, “No, you can't do that. What about your show?”

“That's what assistants are for. You're my bestie and you just found out that your fiancé is a lying cheating cuntcake. So, we are going to go away and have some fun and forget that douche nugget even exists.” I was too absorbed with my new reality and the thoughts of what the next few weeks were going to be like between the press and trying to film with my new ex’s current lover, that I didn’t even process Cassie’s most colorful language about Jake.

“Where are we going?” I asked but she was busy going through my phone.

“Joanie? It's Cassie. Yeah. We are leaving town for a couple days. Call the show and tell them she needs some time off.” She paused. “Yep. We are getting out of here. I will make sure she's all right. No I'm not telling you where we are going. Why not? Seriously… because you're her publicist.” Pause. “Um, no, I don't trust you not to leak our location to the press. Gotta go. Just make sure you talk to the studio. Bye.”

“What are you doing?” Clearly, I was still in shock.

“Clearing your schedule. We are going to Vegas.”

I blanched. “No, no, no. That’s an insanely bad idea.”

“Look at it this way,” she whispered in my ear, dragging me out the back door, “you can't get married this time. Been there. Done that. Remember?”

“That is so not funny.”

“Yet, it totally is!” She laughed, opening the driver’s side door of her car. I just shook my head, then promptly stuck my tongue out at her. Well, it was better than cursing.

Ember-Raine Winters lives in sunny California with her two beautiful kids and a wolf. Also known as Apache her pure white Siberian Husky. She loves writing romance and reading just about anything she can get

her hands on. And, football! She loves watching football and going to games. It’s one of her favorite ways to unwind. She dislikes the super-hot temperatures in her city and exercise. She hates to exercise but somehow her sister still gets her to do it every day. She also thinks it’s completely awkward talking about herself in third person.

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