Vegas Bride: Vegas Nights

By Kameron Claire

He's the ultimate wingman who doesn't remember last night. She's a crisis management specialist who remains calm despite waking up besides a stranger. Can the morning after turn into forever after for two people who have more in common than they think?

 

Scott: This is why I don't drink tequila. I wake up next to a gorgeous, naked woman, and I have no idea what we have or haven't done, which includes getting married. I'd be freaking out if my new, maybe bride, wasn't so damn cool. She's my perfect match, calm and rational, yet definitely willing to live-in-the-moment. But is she willing to create a lifetime of moments with me?

Lish: What a crazy morning! I wake up next to a hard and ready man whose name I can't remember. But I'm not worried, because I know me, and he's exactly the kind of man I would've seduced on the dance floor last night. What a shame neither of us remember what we may or may not have done… maybe he's willing to make new memories?

Each book in the series is a complete, standalone story. This is a steamy short contemporary romance, complete with instalove and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. If you're looking for a great lunchtime read, or something to spark sexy dreams before bed, you'll want to pick this one up.

Vegas Nights Series: Vegas Bachelorette, Vegas Bride, Vegas Baby, and Vegas Vixen

• Language: English
• Publisher: Snuggle Whore Press, LLC
• Release date: Apr 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201923938

Kameron Claire

USA Today Bestselling Author Kameron Claire loves building worlds where heroes and heroines push, pull, and fight their way to the love and happiness they deserve. She writes full length and short, steamy romance with an emphasis on strong female characters—often in male-dominated roles—and the alpha men who know how to love and support kick-ass, take-charge women.  While she may not need him to save her, she wants him to love, support, and most of all, RAVISH her. ** Get up to date information and freebies as a newsletter subscriber: www.kameronclaire.com/newsletter ** Reach out and chat with her anytime on Facebook at www.facebook.com/kameronclaireauthor

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Vegas Bride

Vegas Bride

Vegas Nights

Kameron Claire

Snuggle Whore Press, LLC

Copyright © 2021 by Kameron Claire

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Contains explicit love scenes and adult language. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older.

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Epilogue

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Exclusives and Sneak Peeks

About the Author

Chapter One

Scott

Before I peel open an eyelid—which feels like it’s been super glued shut—I’m sure of two things. One, at some point last night I switched from gin to tequila, because only tequila erases sections of my night. Two, I’m naked, and I’m not alone.

The first thing I notice is the heat radiating against my dick, which happens to be wide awake and seeking shelter of the most delicious sorts. Flexing my fingers against soft flesh, I imagine I'm palming full breasts with taut nipples that respond perfectly to my touch. A moan, beautiful in its pitch, encourages me to knead harder, so I do, rolling the bud between my thumb and forefinger until I not only elicit another moan, but am rewarded the offer of shelter, a slick hot place to slide my cock home.

It’s at this point I know I’m not dreaming, because while I have a pretty good imagination, my mind never conjures up something this fantastic.

I groan and roll to my back, stopping what I am sure would have been an excellent wake up call. But considering I don’t even know the woman’s name I’m lying next to, or what we have or haven’t done, I can’t excuse going any further now that I’m awake and somewhat sober.

Okay, I’m probably not sober, but I am awake enough to know what’s right and wrong.

Peeling my eyes open, I look over at the woman lying next to me. I can’t see her face, but I’m already intrigued by the parts of