Friday, April 11, 2014

First Fight Friday: Waking up in Vegas by Romy Sommer


Goats solve their differences head-on. They don’t give the silent treatment or yell, they butt heads, and then it’s over.

Cowboy Marvin has learned humans resolve issues differently especially those romantically involved. His curiosity sparked, he has invited authors to stop by on Fridays and share the first fight out of their latest book.



Fellow Harper Impulse author

and a Fire Writer for

Written Fireside: For Clara Part 4 & Part 10

Written Fireside: His Way Home Part 5  

Romy Sommer 


       is here for ...


First Fight Friday 

with a scene from 

Waking up in Vegas


What happens in Vegas…


Waking up to the bright lights of Vegas in an unfamiliar penthouse suite, cocktail waitress Phoenix Montgomery finds she’s covered from head to foot in gold glitter and not alone – aside from the empty bottle of champagne, there’s a mystery man in the shower and a huge sparkly ring on her finger!

Stays in Vegas?


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Angry indie rock music pumped from Phoenix’s apartment. He took the stairs two at a time to knock on her door. It was a long moment before she answered. While he waited, the couple on the bench below paid him no attention. He didn’t blame them. When he was with Phoenix the rest of the world had a tendency to disappear too.

She opened the door and the music was instantly deafening. Then she leaned against the doorjamb, blocking his way, arms crossed over her chest. Oh-oh.

He cast a glance over his shoulder. “May I come in?”

“If I don’t let you in, will you have me arrested, Your Highness?”

Shit.

He attempted levity. “Not unless you enjoy the idea of handcuffs.” From the look on her face, humour wasn’t going to do it. “Or unless you want your neighbours asking questions.”

She opened the door wider and stepped back. He crossed the threshold and shut the door behind him.

Phoenix kept her arms crossed over her chest and didn’t budge. She clearly had no idea what it did to her cleavage. And the anger flashing in her deep, dark eyes got completely the opposite reaction going in him. She was even more beautiful when she was angry.

The music battered over them. He nodded to the MP3 player hooked up beside the bed. “We need to talk.”

She moved to turn it down and he sat on the bed, beside an open suitcase with half its contents strewn across the duvet. “You’re leaving?”

Since there was no other place for her to sit, and she obviously wanted to keep her distance, she remained standing. “How about I talk and you shut up?”

He nodded.

“So the ‘family business’ is basically running the kingdom?”

He didn’t answer.

She glared at him. “Okay, you can talk now.”

“It’s not a kingdom, it’s a duchy.”

If she had lasers in her eyes, he’d be toast.

“And since you effectively conned me into marriage and won’t get a divorce, I am now the...Arch Duchess of Westerwald?”

“Officially, that’ll only be after the coronation. Until then you’re just a Princess.”

Most women would have got a kick out of being a Princess. Not Phoenix. She pressed her lips together tightly. “And when exactly were you going to tell me this?”

“I did tell you. On our wedding night. Though I’d like to point out...”

She held up her hand. He shut up. Stunning as she was enraged, he didn’t think a murder rap for killing the head of a European state would go down too well for her.

She began to pace. “Have you ever heard of a Princess called Phoenix?”

“It’s not your real name.” That earned him another glare.

He waited with all the patience he could muster as she continued her pacing. She needed to burn off a little of her anger, he realised. Perhaps wine would help. He held up the bottle he’d brought, a crisp white, a much finer vintage than the unfinished bottle he’d left in her tiny kitchenette the night before. “Do you want a glass?”

“On top of the five tequilas I’ve already had, that probably wouldn’t be a good idea.”

He could do with a shot himself. “Do you have any left?”

She stopped her pacing. “I’m sure the Rose and Dragon will be more than happy to serve you one.”

His sense of humour failed. She’d been in the town pub all night? Doing tequila shots on a Friday night, with at least half the young men in the town? His chest pulled tight and his hands fisted. If any man had touched her, he’d kill them with his bare hands.

Enough with humouring her. It was time to take command. He rose. “Okay, it’s your turn to sit and shut up, and let me talk.”

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Waking up in Vegas by Romy Sommer 


There’s no denying Max Waldburg’s demi-god sex appeal but commitment-phobic Phoenix doesn’t do relationships. 

Only it seems her new husband (agh!) has other ideas…he’s trying to keep that ring on her finger and his wife firmly back in his bed. 


The only question on her lips is – why? 
Or maybe, why not?

From the reviewers:

Romy Sommer gives us a fun, sexy romance filled with every emotion. Waking Up in Vegas was a well written modern day fairy tale that will leave you with a smile on your face.” 
Harlequin Junkie

“A fairy-tale romance to warm even the coldest of hearts.” 
Chloe’s Chick Lit Reviews

“The chemistry between Max and Phoenix is fab and I loved their teasing banter with each other making this a fun and absorbing read for me.”One More Page

“If you like a Cinderella type sweet romance, complete with princes, and castles and kingdoms, toss in a modern day setting, with a strong female lead afraid to follow her heart and accept her prince charming, and lots of sensuous romance, you will love this one.”The Cat’s Meow

“I really enjoyed this authors writing style; it was easy to read and the pace and flow was perfect.” Laura’s Book Reviews

“The author gave me moments of true emotional joy and at the end of the read had me in tears!”Romance Book Haven

Waking up in Vegas

is published by Harper Impulse, a division of Harper Collins, and is available from the following online retailers:

Amazon 
Amazon UK Barnes & Noble Kobo

iTunes All Romance eBooks

About Romy: 

I’ve always written stories for myself, but didn’t even think of being an author until I realised that being over thirty and living in a fantasy world was a little odd. Writing those same stories for other people makes it a lot more acceptable!

By day I dress in cargo pants and boots for my not-so-glamorous job of making movies but at night I come home to my two little Princesses, in Johannesburg, South Africa, where I live, and I get to write Happy Ever Afters. Since I believe every girl is a princess, and every princess deserves a happy ending, what could be more perfect?


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Thanks for sharing Romy!

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