All Shook Up
It Happened in Vegas
Book One
Jacy Oliver
Genre: Romance
ISBN: 9781301661398
ASIN: B00FJSZ62A
Number of pages:
244
Word Count: 86,260
Book Description:
Kate Cook got a steal on a cheap
dependable car. The only catch, she has to fly down to Las Vegas to pick it up.
When she arrives at the dealership, she runs into a problem, the kind that
threatens to ruin more than just her day.
Fortunately, she is rescued by
Coulter Holt, a businessman with problems of his own. Namely, a vindictive step-mother who will do
anything to get Coulter to see things her way. Which includes destroying his
relationship with his father, jeopardizing Coulter's million-dollar
conglomerate.
Feeling she needs to repay him
for rescuing her, Kate agrees to help him thwart his step-mother by pretending
to be Coulter's fiancée.
But under the dazzling lights of Las
Vegas where anything is possible, Kate feels the sparks began to fly between
her and Coulter, and she realizes this favor might wind up costing her more
than just time, it might just steal her heart.
EXCERPT
“Hey,” I hear a male voice say. But I’m sure he isn’t talking to me so
I ignore him.
“Hey you!”
Hearing the clear irritation in his voice. I look up and without
thinking, I snap back “What?”
The guy behind the wheel of a bright red convertible sports car—wait—the
super good looking guy behind the wheel, smiles at me and says, “are you
Katie?”
I blanch. I have to think—is my name Katie? Duh Katie, yes it is. But only my family calls me Katie. To
friends and everyone else, I’m Kate or Katherine. I look behind me to make sure
he isn’t talking to someone else. Nope there’s no one behind me.
“What?” I say again just to make sure that the stress from today’s
events haven’t made me delusional.
The guy behind the wheel shakes his head “You’re Katie Cook?”
Oh he is talking to me? Was that a question or a statement? I’m not
sure.
He gets out of his car and comes around to me. I stare opened mouthed.
He is drop dead gorgeous. His hair is dark brown and curly, slightly tousled
from the wind. He is clean shaven; his jaw is strong and square. His lips are
perfectly carved, they look soft and subtle, completely kissable. He starts
walking toward me with broad shoulders and slender hips. He is wearing dark,
blue jeans, a collared white and blue, striped shirt with a dark, blue V-neck
sweater that is rolled and scrunched at his elbows. He looks like an ad for
sex, the hot steamy, never get— enough kind.
He stands in front of me, giving me a million dollar smile. His
perfect white teeth gleam in the sun. It looks like he’s just gotten done
shooting a tooth-paste ad. I have to crank my head all the way back to look at
him.
“You want a ride? He asks and cocks his head to the side, still
smiling.
I raise my eyebrows. Do I want a
ride? My thoughts go south, to some very naughty places. I say the words in
my head again, do I want a ride? Katherine Cook, I scold myself. My
eyebrows scrunch, and I can feel my cheeks flush. That’s it! Its official! I have lost my mind. This is not real. I
press my fingers into my forehead, relieving the ache that has formed. I’m
going to open my eyes and Mr.—only in my dreams—will be gone. I open my eyes to
a pair of large round, blue-black eyes covered with thick dark lashes, staring
at me. I’m dumbfounded. My fantasy is still here. The synapses between my brain
and mouth are misfiring, and I’m unable to find the words to speak. He smiles
at me, oh those lips, then stands. He
picks up my small, carry- on suitcase, and I watch him take it and stow it
behind the driver’s seat of his car.
“Are you going to get in?” He asks, and he gets back into the car.
I blink, and take a breath, trying to regain my senses. “How do you
know my name?” I stammer, finally managing words.
“I owe a favor to Aaron, and he’s cashing it in.”
“Aaron who?” Even though I know, okay, I hope he is talking about
Aaron Reed, the guy who tried to help me buy a car, I still have to ask.
He tucks his chin down, giving me the eye, silently saying— you know
who I’m talking about.
Okay, so I’m going to hope it’s my Aaron as I look down at my phone—
still no call from my dad.
“Get in the car Katie,” annoyance in his voice.
I sigh. “My parents told me never to get in cars with strangers,
what’s your name?” I smile at him and give him the same head cock.
He shoves his aviator sunglasses on, and gives me that megawatt smile
again. “Get in the car, and I will tell you.”
Oh, he wants to play a game.
I’m in no mood for games. I cross my arms in defiance. Could this day get any worse?
“Tell me first, and then I
will get in your car,” I push my sunglasses down on my face and smile, showing
my teeth.
“Get in the car Katie. I have your suitcase,” he says in a playful
tone, but I can tell he’s serious. Oh
shoot, why did I let him take it? I feel my insides tighten, and my stomach
is doing a continuous somersault in my belly. My knees feel weak, and my body
buzzes with a hyper-awareness. My gaze flits from the car to him and back
again. I’m too nervous to keep looking at him, but too scared he’ll disappear
if I don’t look back. I’m completely and so utterly turned on. I pick up my bag
and take a step toward him. Am I really going to get into the car with this
guy, he could be a serial killer for all I know. He could have gotten my name
from somewhere— I don’t know where—Facebook? I feel my phone buzz in my hand
which pulls me from my silent babble. I look down at the caller ID, it’s my
dad.
“Hello…okay…yes...” I look up at the gorgeous stranger in the car, I
can feel his eyes on me, “okay…all right...” I feel a bit brave behind my
sunglasses, so I give a wry smile and arch my eyebrow at him… “Sound
goods…okay…I will…you too…bye.”
I shoulder my bag and step up to the car. Mr. Tooth-paste ad leans
over, opens the door for me, and I slide into the seat, sitting my bag on the
floor between my legs. We sit for a minute until I look over to him confused.
“I’m in the car, you can go now.”
About the Author:
Jacy Oliver, has always had a thing about writing. She
is a graduate of Idaho State University and when she’s not writing she spends
most of her days working the family business and even then sometimes she
writes. She is highly sarcastic and loves to laugh and have a good time. ‘All
Shook Up’ is her debut novel.
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Jenny, thanks so much for the spotlight. --Jacy
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