Beatrice pushes a whiskey sour across the bar. “Mistress.”
“You are my favorite.” Luci winks, taking a sip from the little red straw, then looks at each of the boys. Their mouths hang open as they stare at her.
“So, boys, are you up for an adventure?”
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Chapter Eight
Excerpt from A Billionaire’s Roar
Vella Day with Michelle Fox
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Celebrating her thirtieth birthday in Sin City, Elise Daniels is ready to let loose and have fun—but she has no idea how crazy it's going to get. Agreeing to undergo hypnosis during a magician's show, Elise believes she is living out her fantasy with a mysterious, handsome stranger—a fantasy that seems all too real—as he fulfills more than just her dreams.
Billionaire weretiger, Maxim Tendor, knows that Elise is his destined mate the second he sees her. But once in his embrace, he knows that he can never let her go. One mistake scratch catapults her life in a direction she never saw coming. Can Maxim convince the small town girl that there is a wild and different world waiting for her, or will she run the second she hears the Billionaire's Roar?
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Birthday girl, Elise Daniels, fingered her ticket to the male review show in Las Vegas and shifted her weight from side to side as she edged closer to the auditorium entrance, excitement sizzling in her veins. Glancing around for her two friends, who’d somehow gotten ahead of her, she spotted them entering—or least two women who looked like her friends.
No one was behind her, and she hoped she wasn’t late. When she finally reached the man taking the tickets, he smiled, ripped it in half and handed it back to her.
“The leopard will show you to your seat,” he said.
A leopard, how cute was that? A young woman, dressed in a cat outfit, guided her into the dark auditorium and marched her to the third row from the stage. “It’s the fifth seat in.”
Because the show was about to begin, the lights had already dimmed, and Elise needed a moment for her eyes to adjust. When she found her seat, she let out a breath and turned to her left, expecting to have her friends, Regina and Samantha, chastise her for being slow. Only neither of them was there. That was odd, but perhaps Regina hadn’t been able to buy all three seats together. It didn’t matter. After the show, they could compare notes.
The music began and Elise settled in for a great time. When the curtain rose, a handsome man in a cape was standing next to a box big enough to house a human, and two beautiful women dressed in tiger outfits stood next to him. What the heck? Where were her hot men? Only then did she see the sign above the man stating he was Nikolai, the Royal Master of Magic.
Well, damn. She’d landed at the wrong show. No wonder her friends weren’t sitting next to her. Elise pulled out her ticket to check what was written on the front, but it was too dark to see. The concierge must have given Regina the wrong ticket because the attendant at this show didn’t even blink when she handed it to him. If she left now, though, there would be no guarantee there’d be any seats left at the male revue. Besides, her ticket was torn in half. Well, happy birthday to me. Not.
Elise sank back against her seat and decided she might as well enjoy herself. After fifteen minutes of seemingly impossible magic tricks, she had to admit Nikolai was pretty fantastic. He’d levitated a woman, cut another one in half before putting her back together again, and changed a man into a tiger. Now that was spectacular.
“For my next act,” Nikolai said, “I’m going to hypnotize one lucky lady from the audience. She’ll believe she’s living out her fantasy, when in reality I will be teaching her how to do the Argentine Tango. Do I have any volunteers?”
Spotlights crisscrossed the crowd and Elise looked behind her to see if there were any waving hands. Nope. Not a one. They better pick someone fairly young since the Tango was no easy dance. She’d tried it once and failed miserably. She had two left feet, which might be why she would rather watch a show like Dancing With The Stars, than dance.
When a bright light flashed on her face, she blinked, and shielded her eyes. The older lady next to her placed a hand on her arm. “They picked you, dear, go on up.”
No way in hell. She’d make a fool of herself. One, she didn’t believe in hypnosis and two, she’d look like a damn idiot doing the Tango.