~ Blurb ~
Hollywood actress, Ashlyn Roberts, just had the worst week
of her life. Her ex released a sex tape of them and just when she was convinced
her current boyfriend was a keeper for standing by her side, he breaks up with
her at a friend’s wedding. She’s planning to drown her sorrows in booze when
she meets a sexy stranger as she’s leaving the wedding and they end up in
Vegas, married.
Cash Crawford is offered a dream job working with his
brother as a junior talent agent. He’ll put his shiny new law degree to good
use and make a bunch of money in the process. His first task is simple: Keep
Ashlyn Roberts out of trouble and don’t sleep with her.
Which might be kind of tough, since they definitely
consummated their Vegas wedding.
Will this one night stand end in the quickie divorce they
promised each other? Or will they realize they got lucky in love?
Meet Ashlyn & Cash in VEGAS LOVE!
Jillian Dodd's newest SEXY contemporary romance releasing
November 24th!
NOW AVAILABLE!
~ Review ~
5 Stars
This book was really good.
I laughed in spots. It kept me
entertained and made me want more. I
hope that Cade and Carter get books!!
Ashlynn is going through a rough time. She lets go one night. Has the time of her life and ends up married
to a man she doesn't know. Will she
follow through and get divorced? Or will
she try to make it work?
Cash has always wanted to settle down. He's been living up life since he broke up
with his longtime girlfriend. Once he
sets eyes on Ashlynn he wants to get to know her. He doesn't expect to end up married to her
with twelve hours of meeting her. Now that he married her will he be able to
walk away?
I love the chemistry between Cash and Ashlynn in this book. I love that Cash is there for her, but
teaches her to rely on herself. That
ultimately you have to love your own life and make your own decisions.
I cannot wait to finally read the Captive Films series! I can't wait to find out more about those
characters!!
~ Excerpt ~
She pulls me into a limo. “Where are we going?” I ask. Not
that I care. At this point, I’d go just about anywhere with this girl. She’s
amazing. And I don’t just mean the sex—which was practically mind-blowing.
She’s gorgeous and funny as shit.
“Vegas.”
“I’m surprised you’d want to go there after—” She grabs my
lips in her fingertips and shuts them, giving me fish lips.
“Rule number one,” she says. “No talking about the past.
Other than I’m going to say that the last two times I’ve been in Vegas have
been big disappointments. Give me a minute. I need to make a call.”
“Who are you calling?”
“Carter Crawford. He doesn’t know it yet, but we’re going to
borrow his plane. I happen to know he’s not leaving here until tomorrow
afternoon. Do you know him?”
“The best man?” I ask. I consider telling her that I know
Carter quite well, since he’s my brother, but I don’t. She wants a
no-names-kind-of night. Which is funny considering everyone knows the actress
Ashlyn Roberts, who’s well-known for her blockbuster movie roles, red carpet
antics, and bubbly personality.
“After the breakup with Luke and before I started dating
Zach, Carter took me to Vegas,” she says, causing me to tense up. Just the
thought of her fucking anyone other than me—particularly my brother—threatens
to rip me apart. How can I possibly feel so crazy jealous over her already? It
was just sex. Wasn’t it? “I thought our trip would be romantic with a whole lot
of hot and sweaty, you know, but nothing happened between us. His brother,
Cade, is my agent, and he was just trying to cheer me up.”
I breathe easier, then let my lips graze down her neck. “If
hot, sweaty, romantic Vegas is what you want, Hotass. It’s what you’ll get.”
“I need a wig though.”
“Why?”
“So no one recognizes me, silly. I have a fake ID.
Sometimes, I just want to go out without it being a scene. Tonight is one of
those nights.”
“I bet we can find you a wig in Vegas.”
“Ha, you’re right,” she says as I pull her on my lap and
kiss her again.
We fuck on the plane.
Twice.
Drink some more.
When we land in Vegas, we go directly to a store where she
sends me in to buy a wig.
“What kind?” I ask.
“Long and blond.”
“Hot,” I say.
“While you do that, I’ll get us set up in a hotel.”
When I get back in the town car, she tells the driver which
hotel to take us to.
“I’ve never stayed here before,” she says, pulling on the
wig. “You go get the key, okay? I told them your name was Harry Tripping and
not to ask for ID.”
“That’s funny.”
We ride the elevator to one of the upper floors and enter a
sprawling suite. “Very nice. You have good taste.”
“Only the best for our wild one-night stand.”
A butler appears out of nowhere. “Anything you need?”
“Nothing he can’t give me,” she says, pulling on my tie and
giving me a naughty grin.
I send the butler away then lead her over to the windows.
“Look at this view.”
“Ohmigawd! Look! The Bellagio fountains are starting!” She
leans against the glass and looks down. “Wow. This is kinda trippy.”
I push my hips into her ass, somehow ready for round—hell, I
lost count. Two times at the wedding, a blow job in the limo, joined the mile
high club twice, so round—six. Doesn’t matter though, my Johnson is raring to
go. I wrap my arms around her waist, kiss her neck, and finger her while she
watches the fountains rise. She reaches back and slides her hand down my pants.
“You’re hard again,” she says, seemingly surprised.
“You turn me on,” I whisper.
“Do me right here. I feel like I should say your name—but
this is a still a no-names-kind-of night, right?”
“That’s what you wanted. I’m still calling you Hotass
because, you”—I lift her skirt, slide off her panties, and slap her naked
butt—“have a very hot ass.”
“Oh!” she says when I spank her. She guides me into her and
as I start thrusting, she bends over more—putting her arms out and her hands
flat against the glass.
“This is like a fantasy,” she says, moving against me in
time with the fountains. “Do you think when they do the big finale you can
come?”
“I’d rather make you come.”
“Spank me again, then.”
I pull back, but not out, giving myself just enough space to
smack her ass before plunging deep inside her.
“Oh, god! Do it harder! Oh, fuck, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!”
And just before the fountains stop, she collapses against
the window.
~ Author Bio ~
Jillian Dodd grew up on a farm in Nebraska, where she
developed a love for Midwestern boys and Nebraska football. She has drank from
a keg in a cornfield, attended the University of Nebraska, got to pass her
candle, and did have a boy ask her to marry him in a bar. She met her own
prince in college, and they have two amazing children, a Maltese named Sugar
Bear, and two Labrador puppies named Camber Lacy and Cali Lucy. She is the
author of the That Boy Trilogy and The Keatyn Chronicles Series.
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