Seven Minutes in Vegas

by Grace Kilian Delaney

Seven Minutes in Vegas - Grace Kilian Delaney
Editions:Kindle - Second Edition: $ 2.99 USD
Pages: 167

In Vegas, everything’s a gamble—even love.

Stone: A kiss in a hallway changed my life.

I plan on murdering my best friend. It’s his fault I’m at this party in Vegas, playing a stupid game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. After breaking up with my girlfriend a month ago, the last thing I want to do is make out with someone. But this stranger who is more attractive than any woman I have ever seen—and being a heavy metal singer, I’ve seen plenty of hot women—kisses like a dream and leaves me breathless.

The problem? I’ve never been with a guy before, and Devon’s scorching kiss sends my mind spinning. I end up drinking too much and saying the wrong thing to him. I have to apologize, to tell him how I really feel, only that’s not easy to do while traveling from city to city to perform.

Devon: Never fall for a straight guy.

Even if he is much older, famous, covered in tattoos, and basically my walking wet dream. I need to put Stone out of my mind, but when he unexpectedly shows up at the garage where I work, I’m powerless against him—I don’t let him know that, though—and it seems like he could use a friend to talk to as he comes to terms with his sexuality.

Okay, fine. So we’ll be friends. I’ve never been a gay mentor before, and I’m terrible at it, because the closer we become, the more I realize there’s something I need to tell him, something that jeopardizes the relationship we’re building.

A HFN story about grumpy aging heavy metal singer having a bisexual awakening and fashion-forward femme mechanic with troubled past.

Warning this book contains instances of physical/verbal abuse, discrimination, gun violence, use of deadly weapons, anger issues, and substance abuse and homophobia.

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About the Author

Grace Kilian Delaney penned epic tales of romance years before she got the idea that one wasn’t half bad, and her publisher agreed–after a few attempts. She grew up a Masshole, and relocated with her husband to California, where the snow stays on the mountain and looks fantastic from so far away. Instead of children, she is ruled by an ancient cat that is alive by sheer will alone, a dog that demands his walks, and plot bunnies that leave messes all over her kitchen table.


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