Vegas is known for its sparkle, nightlife and gambling. It also has million dollar wedding business. Almost every hotel offers a wedding package with amazing food, dancing, and music for a few thousand dollars. But Vegas is also known for the kitschy drive-thru wedding chapels and Elvis themed weddings.
The Graceland Wedding Chapel is where I was married. It was a cute little chapel in Vegas where we could choose a variety of options (including an Elvis Minister- which we didn't). Jon Bon Jovi was also married at the Graceland Wedding Chapel a few years before I tied the knot there.
While I might be a little biased about weddings in Vegas, I know many people who say that they are tacky or even just a mistake. Think about the many famous people who married quickly and then turned around and divorced just as fast.
Author Julie Navickas uses Vegas as the backdrop for her characters' wedding. And like many married people, their marriage has its ups and downs. I don't believe that the Vegas start could have changed that. But it certainly did make me more interested in reading this book. Of course, Ms. Navickas' writing kept me hooked.
Available now in ebook and print, I'LL LOVE YOU TOMORROW is the final book in the Trading Heartbeats Trilogy and quite the way to wrap up these characters who have appeared on the sidelines in books one and two. Make sure you get a copy for yourself and escape to Vegas!!
Las Vegas. The city of lights, smiles, and memories.
Lauren Templeton knew at six-years-old she would one day marry Mitch Benson. He began earning the title of soulmate the moment he let her cut in line for the swing set. Twenty years later and Mitch sealed the deal at a cheap Vegas wedding chapel. That night, the modest diamond on her finger shined brighter than all the lights in Sin City.
But as the honeymoon years of wedded bliss fade, Mitch pulls away without reason. Confused and hurt by his sudden change of heart, Lauren pours every ounce of her soul into Pier Ninety-Two—her once swanky, now barely surviving restaurant in downtown Los Angeles.
When Pier Ninety-Two burns to the ground in a grease fire, Lauren is left with nothing but sorrow, legal consequences, and a failing marriage. She reels from the sudden, heartbreaking losses—and mourns the life and love she once shared with Mitch. Fueled by the flame of injustice, Lauren stacks her chips, ready to risk it all on red, consequences be damned. After all, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
Jump right into the final book in the Trading Heartbeats trilogy! While each story can be read as a standalone, common characters are woven throughout each book that will leave you pining for more. Julie Navickas’ stories are full of raw emotion, heart-stopping plot twists, and have no shortage of flawed heroes.
You won’t want to miss a beat in this trilogy!
She grinned and replaced the sunglasses over her eyes. “Why’re you out here mowing the lawn anyway? Can’t you pay someone else to do it?”
Mitch cleared his throat and forced away the unexpected—and unwelcome—dip in his belly. “I like it,” he muttered, folding the envelope in half and ramming it into his front pocket. “Clears my head.”
Mitch snorted. “What’s it matter to you?”
She shrugged. “Just curious. After all these years, I wondered if maybe…”
She shook her head and bit her bottom lip, burying her secret motive beneath her perfectly white teeth. “Never mind.”
Oh, fuck you.
“Yeah well, shove it, Tess. I’m not your next article. None of us are.” Mitch retreated two additional steps and held out his hands in defense.
“No. No, you’re not really my target, are you?” She winked and turned, stepping toward her car. Opening the door, Tess giggled. “But I can’t deny, a picture of those sweaty muscles on the front page might buy me a few new readers. Lookin’ good, Benson.” Gesturing at his body, she smirked and sank back into the driver's seat, slamming the door closed as her words washed over him.
His hand trailed down his chest, each finger dragging through the sweaty sheen. With a frown, Mitch glowered at the red taillights as she backed up and circled out of the driveway, the Mini Cooper disappearing into the line of weeping willows.
“What the fuck was that about?” he whispered, stuffing his hand into his front pocket. He pulled out Josh’s envelope and frowned. “Why’d you really come over here?” he whispered as she turned left out of the driveway.