Re-Vamping Las Vegas by Jen Pretty
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 509 Kb
Re-Vamping Las Vegas : Nia hates people.
She also hates vampires.
Too bad she is one.
An innocent bit of fun finds Nia tangled with a dangerous man and the powers that be send her to live with the vampire lord of Las Vegas.
Their efforts to get Nia back on the straight and narrow are almost as ridiculous as her fathers attempt to make her his heir in his bid for world domination.
It’s Las Vegas, what trouble could she possibly find?
Her life takes a sharp turn when someone tries to use her in a power struggle against her father, and her past sneaks up on her.
The past never stays where you left it, and sometimes the beginning is just the start of the end.
“Oh my god, I didn’t even know there were girl vampires,” she said. I turned away, satisfied that I looked lovely enough for my puppy. “Wait, can I ask you a question?”
I hissed at her, and she jumped backwards, bumping into her tall friend. The tall girl backed into the last girl in the row who was applying mascara. They were human dominoes.
Laughing as I exited the restroom, I ran right into the chest of Mr. Persistent.
“Ryan, you need to leave me alone, or we will have problems. Go find a nice human to suck on.”
“Just say you will have dinner with me and I will leave you alone,” he replied, giving me his creepy unblinking stare. I bet it worked on human girls.
“That is the opposite of leaving me alone.”
The girls came out of the bathroom, and though the one I had scared was still looking kind of pale, they distracted Ryan, so I made my escape.
I combed the club for my puppy, stalking through the dancing bodies and scanning the dark shadows.
When I finally caught up to my target for the night, he looked dejected like someone had kicked him.
“Hi, my name is Nia,” I said. I slid onto the barstool beside him and crossed my legs. My short skirt rode up, and I let it. His eyes lit on me and traced down my body. His face went from sad to happy in a split second.
God, he was cute.
“Want to dance?” I asked.
“Yes!” he said with way too much enthusiasm.