Meet Ashlyn & Cash
in VEGAS LOVE!
Jillian Dodd's newest
SEXY contemporary romance releasing November 24th!
NOW AVAILABLE!
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?
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.
“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.
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.”
“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.
“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.
Review- 4.5 Stars
What happens in Vegas stays
in Vegas... Right?
Ashlyn Roberts should have it all. But she has nothing except for fame,
wealth, and her best friend. No family, one real friend, A sex tape that she
had no knowledge of, and a break-up when she was expecting a proposal. Her
career is falling apart and it's the only thing is keeping her sane. She loves being
an actor but fame has not been kind to her. Everyone that should have been in
her corner lied to, abandoned, or used her for their own gain. She has a heart
of gold and people take advantage of that.
With her life crumbling
around her she decides to have a night of fun. The sexy stranger who
calls her Hot Ass is just what she needs. They agree to have a no-names night
of fun. A wild and crazy night in Las Vegas is just what the
doctor ordered.
Alcohol is drunk, nightclubs are danced in, a private plane is flown, and
I do's are exchanged.
What happens when what happens in Las Vegas follows you home?
Cash and Ashlyn share a connection that flowed right off the pages
and into my heart. I loved how Cash stepped up to be the man that Ashlyn needed.
He stood up for her and protected her from the beginning. Ashlyn's past
left her craving love and connection and Cash had plenty to give her.
"I
want her to know how wonderful she is. I want her to know that I'm going to
protect her and be there for her no matter what life throws at her. But after
all that she's been through, I don't know if she would believe me."
This story progressed in a manner that kept me enthralled. Cash is completely swoon worthy and I couldn't help falling for him. He is funny, sweet, passionate, romantic, and sexy. The way that they quickly feel in love enticed me to fall in love with them.
I
enjoyed watching the characters develop and become better people because of
each other. Cash helps and saves Ashlyn in more ways than one, and
she does the same for him. I also enjoyed the sexy characters and I hope that
they get their own stories.
*4.5 Vegas Love Stars!*
*Review.by Jessica W.
Author Information
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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