What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas.
On a trip to Sin City after college graduation, who should I run into but Travis Moore, my old high school crush. Raised on the poor side of the town, he was forbidden fruit thanks to the platinum spoon firmly lodged between my lips.
What a coincidence that we’d be in Vegas at the same time! It must be fate, right? Or so I believe until the morning I wake up with foggy memories and a twenty-five cent toy ring nestled alongside a thin gold band on that finger. Uhh, what?
Marriage license? Check.
Prenup? Uh oh…yep, I’m dead.
An accidentally married billionaire romance with a twist.
Targeted Age Group:: 17-65
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
This is part of a series I developed about people who come together because of money but discover love. It's been in my head for a while, demanding to be written, so I wrote it. I love reading and writing funny romances. They're a blast.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I don't actually come up with my characters. They're already in my head with their own names, their own personalities, and a story to share. I'm just the vessel used to share the stories they tell.
'So, if you aren’t looking at books, what are you doing?'
'Having coffee and dessert before going for drinks.'
'But you were too tired to hang with me? Ain’t I pretty enough?'
'Yes, you—oh, gotta go. He’s coming!' I tuck my phone into my pocket and sit up straight.
“Everything okay?” He nods at my pocket. So observant!
I nod. “It’s fine. Just Lizzie wondering where I am.”
“Is she coming down?”
I study his expression. It might be wishful thinking but he looks disappointed. I shake my head, needing to reassure him just in case. “No, I didn’t tell her where we are. This can’t be the only place in the entire hotel to get dessert and coffee, can it?”
“No, Top of the World offers dessert, too.” But his brow is still furrowed.
“You want to take our dessert elsewhere?”
“No, it’s fine. If she comes down, the more the merrier, right?”
Biting my lip, I offer, “I could send her away.”
“Mandy Slayter! Did you just tell him you’d tell me to go away?”
I cringe and gaze up at a hurt and angry Lizzie. “Maybe?”
“So you like him better than me?” She’s on the verge of tears and running her fingers through her ebony tresses, making her smooth style pouf wildly.
Talking fast, I reassure her, “Not better, but in a different way. I don’t know why you’re being like this. You, of all people, know how I felt about him in high school. You were the one who wiped my tears when I wanted to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Remember? Daddy nearly brought the roof down around us, raging and ranting about no daughter of his dating a delinquent until I promised I wouldn’t invite him?”
She drops to the chair beside mine, wide-eyed, her mouth a perfect oh of surprise. “I forgot all about that.”
“I don’t see how. You were howling about how I’d owe you a new silk-screened Japanese blouse if my ‘not so waterproof’ waterproof mascara didn’t come out at the cleaners.”
“I remember that.” She giggles at me, blotting beneath her eyes with a napkin, “It never did come out, either.”
“Well, you never said anything.”
She pops one shoulder up in a careless shrug, “My family wasn’t as tight with money as yours is.”
“That blouse cost thirty-five hundred dollars.”
“Holy fu…dge!” I smile at the ladies at the counter…the baristas, I think they’re called.
“Holy fudge? Seriously?”
“They were looking at me—plus, there are kids in here,” I nod toward the opposite wall where a family of five, ranging in age from a swaddled baby to an exhausted mother and father in their early twenties. None of the kids look over four, either. “At that age, they’re like parrots.”
“I didn’t even notice,” her tone is sly, “cuz I was too busy watching his face when you said you had a crush on him in high school. Going solely by his flummoxed expression I suspect you weren’t the only one with a crush, my friend.”
I study his face, his red cheeks and lowered lids, the way he’s avoiding my gaze. “Did you like me in school?” I watch, fascinated, as a deeper red suffuses his whole face, giving him a boiled lobster hue. “Oh my god—you did, didn’t you? Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“Same reason as you, I imagine.” He raises his eyes but drops them again when he sees me looking, “Mom insisted that rich girls like you don’t date troublemakers from the wrong side of town and that I’d be asking for heartache if I tried.”
“Imagine that,” Lizzie hoots, beating her fists on the table as she cackles loudly, “the two of you mooning over each other throughout high school, neither brave enough to open their mouth and take a chance. Several years later both of you turn up at the same hotel, on the same floor, on the same days—and plow into one another in the hallway. Someone up there likes you.” She points skyward.
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