Vegas Vows

VEGAS VOWS SHAW HART CONTENTS Want a free book? For Better or Worse Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 To Love & To Cherish Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 About the Author Series by Shaw Hart Also by Shaw Hart Copyright © 2021 by Shaw Hart www.shawhart.com All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, distributed, stored in or introduced into any information storage or retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic, photocopying, mechanical or otherwise, without express permission of the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, story lines and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales or any events or occurrences are purely coincidental. Created with Vellum WANT A FREE BOOK? You can grab Sweets Here. Check out my website, www.shawhart.com for more free books! FOR BETTER OR WORSE VEGAS VOWS * It was just one trip. How did we end up like this? Eden Camrie has been Alexander Bronson’s assistant for close to two years now. She’s lasted far longer than anyone else and he tells himself that’s the reason he hasn’t made a move on her. Instead, he’s been holding himself back from acting on his feelings, burying them behind a grumpy attitude and working late into the night. Too bad for him that neither of those things scare her off. When they head to Las Vegas to close a big deal, it’s just meant to be a simple business trip. Then the hotel loses their reservation and they’re stuck sharing the honeymoon suite. No problem. He can sleep on the couch for a night or two. They close the deal and decide to go out for dinner to celebrate. Dinner leads to drinks, which leads to a Vegas show, which leads to more drinks, which apparently leads to a Las Vegas wedding chapel. Neither one of them remembers getting married, so they decide to stumble around Vegas trying to piece together their evening. Will these two realize that they’re meant to be together forever? What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there. Pack your bags and get ready to head to Las Vegas this Valentine's Day! Seven fabulous authors have teamed up to bring you a series of fully standalone novellas that will have your heart racing and will have you panting for more! Join our couple's at Cupid's Chapel where six couples are about to get married this Valentine's Day! What happens in Vegas... ONE Alexander It’s fucking freezing. Who knew that Las Vegas even got this cold. I thought that it was always supposed to feel like hell. Sweltering, sauna hot, and full of tourists. sweltering. I glare out the window of the town car as we fight our way through late evening Las Vegas traffic. We stop at a red light and I roll my eyes when I see the line out the door for the wedding chapel there. It’s almost Valentine’s Day, I realize when I catch sight of the insufferable red and pink hearts hanging in all of the shop’s windows. There are even some hearts hanging from street lamps every few feet. I give them a dirty look, wishing the car would start moving by now. I just need to get to the hotel room where everything will look bland and I can forget all about this terrible holiday. I scowl at the happy couples as our car starts to move once more. “You’re scaring people,” Eden, my assistant, says next to me and I turn slightly in my seat, looking at her out of the corner of my eye. She’s typing away on her cellphone, sending emails and replying to texts. The internet was down on the plane so I know that she must have a ton of messages and work to get through. Luckily for me, she’s a hard worker and I’m sure she’ll be caught up by the time we get to our hotel. Her head is bent, the auburn locks reflecting gold highlights from the sun, while her fingers fly over the phone screen. I don’t know how she can always tell what I’m doing when she never seems to be looking at me. I glare at the side of her head and she flips me off, grinning as she finishes up her email. “The windows are blacked out. No one can see me,” I remind her. She rolls her eyes, putting her phone away and pressing her face against the window. We’re on Las Vegas Boulevard now, the main strip in Las Vegas, and she’s staring up at the Paris Hotel’s Eiffel Tower and the light shooting up out of the Luxor Hotel. We pass by the Excalibur Hotel and she smiles, taking in the castle like structure. She cranes her neck, smiling as her eyes try to take everything in. What a sap. How can anyone in their right mind be impressed by any of this? I turn back to the window, ignoring her. We pass by the New York-New York Hotel and I bare my teeth, hating the sight. It feels like the whole hotel was built to mock me. Like it’s taunting me. We just left New York to come to this hellhole. I don’t know why Mr. Grainer cared so much where we finished this deal, but it seemed important to him that it was here. I tried everything in my power to convince him to finish this deal in New York—the city—but he had been determined that we needed to sign the papers in Las Vegas.