Kings of Las Vegas

Waitressing isn't a calling; it's a way to pay for my art degree. Until Killian Smith walks into the bar and turns my world upside down. It isn't that he's drop-dead gorgeous. Rich. Powerful. It's that he's unhinged. I know the dead look in his eyes. I've seen it before. And he sees me too. Every night is some twisted game of cat and mouse and he's drawing closer to catching me. Until one night when I step into a back alley and I'm a witness to a Bratva murder.

I'm a lowly maid for Vegas's most elusive bachelor, Triston Smith. Beautiful women line up to his next girlfriend, despite his ironclad rule: He never dates a woman for more than one month. He's so gorgeous. Strong. Confident. I'm tempted to join the queue, but I can't afford that luxury. I'm the only caregiver for my terminally ill younger brother. For his sake, I need the kind of guy who'd stick around. Be there for both of us. When my brother's chance for a transplant comes up, the surgeon refuses to perform the surgery without a down payment. Ten thousand dollars.