The Guardian
Las Vegas Tales, Book 1
Amber
Malloy
ASIN: B01MS3SHGN
Genre: Action Adventure, Suspense,
Guilty Pleasures, Interracial, MultiCultural
Book Description:
Jack Stone has inherited his
family’s casino. The only problem? The mob wants it more than he does. If he
doesn’t play his cards right, he’ll end up dead.
When his high school sweetheart
drops back into his life, Jack’s got an even tougher decision -- should he
trust the beauty with his life and heart -- again? This time he’s hoping the odds
are in his favor.
Copyright
©2017 Amber Malloy
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The last remains
of the Vegas nightlife surrounded his bar, where the showgirls from the
Bellagio ignored last call. Jack Stone cleaned off the glasses with a smile. He
had no choice; this town was a world of its own. Only in Las Vegas would a baby
shower at the witching hour be acceptable. The star act of the Night Review was
not blessing a new life with just any old nightclub but one where old Hollywood
had once clamored to get in.
"To Mindy,
for getting out of the dance race before she got tossed out on her pregnant
ass!" The pack of Amazons cheered at their captain's toast.
"Last ones,
lovelies," Jack called out. "It's time to go."
"Aw, come on,
Jack, one more?" they whined practically in unison.
"Sorry,
girls, the big boss would have my head if he knew I kept us open this
late."
"We could
only make it over after the show." The tallest of the tribe reached across
the dark bar to touch his shoulder. "I'm sure you can pull a few
strings."
Jack kept his
smile firmly in place, without allowing them to know he was immune to their
charm. "Last one," he repeated with a wink to soften the blow.
"Okay, you
win." Still sparkly from her performance earlier, the replacement showgirl
took her Peppermint Schnapps down like a pro. "What do you say to dinner
tomorrow night after last curtain?"
Since his return
to Vegas three years ago, this was the same song and dance he went through
nightly. He was hip deep in friends with benefit offers. At first he indulged
in the available pool of beauties, a distraction from his true mission. It
would have been easy to keep going, but the sexy woman who had just stepped
into Pauline's consumed his mind and heart.
Lena Mercier
walked upstream of the thin dancers. Toned with curves in all the right places,
she was an artistic statue painted in the vibrant hue of milk chocolate.
"Thanks for
the drinks!" The showgirls headed out of the bar doors in a peal of
giggles.
"You've got
something of mine, Jack," Lena said in a subtle tone that stopped the
mindless chatter in his head. The Lululemon leggings cupped her perfect ass. It
was her usual travel uniform. She must have just gotten off a plane. A fancy
tank top and light leather jacket topped off her outfit. Her sleek black hair
fell in a swoop in front of her right eye -- a sophisticated cut that showcased
her elegant neck. Jack noted how perfect she looked. Except for the fact she
had left town two weeks ago, and he had no idea where she had gone. It still
aggravated him.
He wiped down the
deep wood and concentrated on the high polish, instead of the sexy woman in
front of him. "Just put your lips together and blow."
She gave him a
cheeky smile before she put her fingers to her mouth and ripped a high-C
whistle. In a matter of moments, the heavy panting of excitement filled the
damn near empty bar. A squat, furry toad ran at full tilt in her direction.
Lena's Frenchie, Harry, hopped on the chair, then the table before he took full
flight through the air. Lena caught the little fucker in the crook of her arm.
Since he never
tired of that circus trick, Jack chuckled. "Nightcap?" Happy to see
his neighbor had made it back home, he tried not to compete for her attention
with the dog.
"Sorry, Jack,
I'm beat."
"You want to
talk about it? After all, bartenders are great listeners." He nudged to
get her to open up about her work. Once high school sweethearts, they'd spent
more than a decade apart, and then one day she was back. Since he didn't
believe in coincidence, he had his suspicions why Lena had suddenly showed up
in his life.
"If only that
were true." Lena smiled before she headed toward the door.
"We're not
good listeners?" He wished she would stay and keep him company.
"No,"
she turned around, stopping short of disappearing into the cool night,
"the part where you're just the bartender."
About the Author:
Amber Malloy dreamed of being a
double agent but couldn’t pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that
she couldn’t legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as
pastry chef. When she’s not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake,
she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he’s faking his
French accent.
Amber loves to talk to her readers
and can be found at www.ambermalloy.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/authambermalloy
Website: http://ambermalloy.blogspot.com/
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