Today on my blog I have the Because The Night tour. On my stop there is a spotlight and excerpt.
Immortal Dilemma is the hottest band in the Las Vegas vampire rock scene. They draw insatiable fans from around the globe, thanks to a supernatural attraction called Bloodlust. Tristan craved such an opportunity to fill his empty mortal life, and now he has eternity to earn his place along the legends of rock n roll debauchery.
Callie always feared that Tristan’s excesses would get him into trouble, but she never thought they’d lead him to immortality. To reconnect with him, she must weave her way through a world not only she had no idea existed, but does not welcome her.
Blade turned down a spot in Immortal Dilemma after learning what he must sacrifice for that lifestyle. He finds Callie a refreshing change from the girls in the vampire rock scene. When Callie drags Blade back into the world of Immortal Dilemma, his resistance drives her into the waiting arms of Tristan, who shows her the true meaning of Bloodlust.
But the very things that Callie fights so hard to save are the very things that fight to destroy her.
Blade played tour guide by telling my all the goofy and outrageous things he knew about each place he considered a landmark. On every corner of the Strip, clusters of men and women handed out business cards. Blade walked right up to one of the men giving them out and took some. I took one from the lady next to him to be polite. I dropped the card on the ground, already littered with them, as soon as I realized what it was.
Business cards for prostitutes.
“Callie, you’ve got to take the cards! Come on!” Blade teased.
“It’s funny. Take some next time, you’ll see.”
By the time we arrived at the Bellagio, we each had a thick stack of cards. We sat on the stone fence near the pool in front of the hotel. Blade laid out his cards between us as if he intended to read my fortune with them.
“See, we have two Danielles here. She’s only forty nine dollars for the night. And here’s Ashley. She’s ninety nine dollars. Clearly, Danielle is the better deal. What do you have? Did you get these girls?” Blade motioned to my pile, which was nowhere near as organized as his. I picked it up and thumbed through it.
Danielle. Check. Ashley. Check. I looked over at the cards he had displayed. I caught on to his game. “Do you have a Jennifer?”
Blade surveyed his pile. “Hmm. What is she charging?”
“Thirty nine dollars.”
“That cheap whore!” He laughed. “Nope, I don’t have Jennifer. But I do have Anna and Alyssa, who are on special, two for one twenty nine. Clearly a quality team. I will trade you these fine ladies for your cheap nasty Jennifer.” We swapped cards.
I shuffled them back in order, just as a spray of water shot from the middle of the fountain. Music filled the air, and the water began to move and dance in time with a Frank Sinatra song. Its simplicity was magical.
The show ended and a fine mist of water fell over us, coating my skin. Through the mist, Blade looked soft focused, and his smile made my stomach clench.
I quickly focused my gaze back on our little game. Now I was getting into it, thumbing through my cards looking for a good one to trade. I didn’t know if it was possible to win this game, but I still wanted to prove myself a worthy opponent.
I came across Black Dahlia, asking one forty nine a bite. “Really, a vampire hooker? Are they everywhere?”
“In this city, if there’s money to be made off of it, yes.”
“I’m tired of this vampire thing already.” Was I the only one who didn’t believe it?
Blade laughed. “Yeah, me too. That didn’t take you long. So you didn’t come here to see Immortal Dilemma?”
My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t think this was the time to tell him about my connection to Tristan. “Well, we checked it out last night, actually.”
Blade shook his head in disgust. “Don’t waste your time on that crap.”
Kristen shares a birthday with Steven Tyler and Diana Ross. She spends each day striving to be half as fabulous as they are. She’s worn many hats, none as flattering as her cowboy hat: banker, retail manager, fledgling web designer, world’s worst cocktail waitress, panty slinger, now makeup artist and aspiring author. She loves sunshine, live music, the middle of nowhere, and finding new things to put in her house. Kristen is represented by Pam van Hylckama Vlieg of Foreword Literary.
Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to RBTL for letting me participate in this blog tour.