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Authors: Jillian Dodd

Vegas Love

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Table Of Contents

Title

Copyright
 

Dedication

About the Author

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Epilogue

Copyright 2015 by Jillian Dodd

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, distributed, stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, without express permission of the author.
 

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Jillian Dodd Inc.

N. Redington Beach, FL

ISBN: 978-1-940652-46-7

Dedication:

This book is for my partner in crime,
 

Jenn Sterling

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Jillian Dodd is the
USA TODAY
bestselling author of
The Keatyn Chronicles
series and the
That Boy
Trilogy.
 

She grew up in Nebraska, where she developed a love for storytelling, Husker football, and Midwestern boys.

She currently resides in a small Florida beach town.

A Good Idea

Ashlyn

I’m eating a healthy lunch on set and trying to avoid my asshole co-star, Kenton Mills, who I hear saying my name.
 

I cringe when he sits down next to me.
 

“I’m just not feeling the emotion from you in the scene we rehearsed today. Have you considered taking more acting classes? We have to constantly hone our craft.”

Why did I ever agree to do this movie? I want to blame my agent, Cade Crawford, but I can’t. On paper it was a good idea to bring this comic book classic to life and have the Academy Award winning, method actor Kenton playing the role of the scientist who discovers a strain of mutant genes and tracks down six of us with the mutation. We are
 
freaks of nature living in hiding except for my character, who is bold, anti-establishment, and pretty much doesn’t give a shit about anything. But it’s the scientist’s dream that we can band together and use our special talents to protect the world. He’s brilliant, eccentric, calls himself Dr. G, and calls us the Gene Force, like we’re superheroes instead of a bunch of freaks. Of course, throughout the story, each character grows and eventually we do join forces to save the world from the evil, bad guy. There are lots of stunts, amazing makeup, and numerous special effects. And my character can fly, which is pretty freaking cool.

With the money the studio is putting into it, I know it will be a box office success.

But whenever I see Kenton’s face, I have to remind myself what I’m getting paid.

It’s surprising that Kenton would agree to play a role he seems to think is beneath a serious actor such as himself.

I was nothing but nice to him when we started filming.
 

Now I dread coming to work because Kenton doesn’t like me. He doesn’t like how I spend my free time and how I’m always in the press. But when you’re dating Zach Ellison, the oldest brother in the hottest boy band on the planet, keeping a low profile is practically impossible.
 

I hold my tongue to keep from telling the asshole that last time I checked he wasn’t the director when my phone vibrates in my hand. No name pops up, but the number looks familiar, and I’d rather talk to anyone than him.

“Excuse me, Kenton, I need to take this,” I say politely, walking away and answering my phone with, “Hello.”

“Hey, darling,” a familiar voice says.

“What do you want, Luke?”
 

“I miss you.”

“You miss me? I haven’t heard from you in over a year—when you walked out on me.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I let fame go to my head.”

“Don’t fucking call me baby.”

“Ash, really. I miss you. Can we have lunch or something? I want to apologize for—”

“Um, no, Luke, we can’t. I don’t ever want to see you again. You’re an ass and you know I’m dating someone.”

“I don’t think he’s the right guy for you, baby. We were good together.”

“If we were good together, you wouldn’t have left the way you did. Oh, and sorry to hear your last album was a flop. That must really suck for you.”
 

I hang up—fuming—and immediately text my best friend, Harper.
 

Me:
 
Guess who just called me? Luke. WTF?

Harper:
 
What did he want?

Me:
 
He said he misses me. Wants to apologize.

Harper:
 
More like his last album bombed and he misses the publicity. What did you tell him?

Me:
 
To go fuck himself.

Harper:
 
Good for you. He’s an ass. So, can you believe in less than two weeks you will be standing up for me at my wedding?

Me:
 
I know! I’m so excited for you. Are you ready? All the planning going okay? Are you sure you don’t want a bachelorette party?

Harper:
 
I’m sure. You had a lovely bridesmaid luncheon for me. That’s all I wanted. I’m sort of over the whole go to Vegas, get drunk, see male dancers thing. Speaking of Vegas. Aren’t you going there with Zach this weekend?

Me:
 
Yes. I think he’s going to propose.

Harper:
 
Really? Wow.
 

Me:
 
You seem surprised by that—but, I gotta go. Makeup is calling me. Talk to you soon!

While I’m getting wings attached to my back, which is a process that takes about an hour and a half, my mom calls. I don’t answer, because she only calls me for one reason—she needs money.

Me:
 
Hey, Mom. I’m at work, so I can’t talk right now. Is everything okay?
 

Mom:
 
No. Everything is not okay. My rent check bounced and now my landlord says he’s going to kick me out of my apartment.
 

Me:
 
He can’t kick you out just because your rent check bounced. Wait, why did it bounce?

Mom:
 
The bank screwed up again. I need more money.

Me:
 
Mom, what did you do with the money I sent you this month? It went into your account just five days ago. Are you telling me you’ve spent it all?

Mom:
 
My car broke down again.

Me:
 
Mom.

Mom:
 
I don’t need your goddamn lectures. I just need more money or I’ll be living on the street.

Me:
 
How many months rent are you behind?

Mom:
 
Four.

I shut my eyes tightly, refusing to shed a tear. Instead, I text my manager, Bart.
 

Me:
 
Can you please move more money into my mom’s account?

Bart:
 
She just got her monthly stipend.

Me:
 
Apparently, she needs more.

Bart:
 
How much this time?

Me: Four month’s rent, she says.
 

Bart:
 
We need to talk about this.
 

Me:
 
We also need to talk about breaking my lease on the house I’m living in. I really want to buy my own home. I think it’s time.

Bart:
 
Your lease isn’t up for a while. Once it is, then we’ll talk about the next step.

I roll my eyes and don’t bother to reply. We’ve been talking about the
next step
for almost a year. But then I feel guilty. I live in a gorgeous Malibu beach house. I should be happy there.
 

But I’m not.
 

And I really don’t know why.
 

Your Plus One

Cash

“She’s giving me fuck-me eyes. I’m gonna make my move,” Jared says, referring to the hot girl he’s been drooling over since we got to the club.
 

As he starts to rise, I push his shoulder back down. “Don’t.”

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