Excerpt: Woke Up In Vegas, by Sol Crafter [mm contemporary romance]

WOKE UP IN VEGAS
by Sol Crafter
Genre: mm contemporary romance
Summary: It’s what you do when you go to Vegas — getting married to a random stranger and having to deal with the aftermath. Natasha is not handling it well, and Riley is not being the supporto-guy he always promised he’d be. Though he does kind of appreciate the handsome stranger he’s found himself waking up next to.

Available soon(ish).

Excerpt —

They lay sprawled across the tangled sheets, their faces turned from each other but their dark hair meshing on the pillow. Morning light edged in around the gaps in the curtains and the only sound in the room was their quiet breaths.

The hotel room door slammed open with a panicked “Oh holy shit fuck!” from the woman that burst in. Her blond hair was in wild disarray around her shoulders and her tiny black dress was missing one strap and looked as though it had been hastily pulled down over her head. There were still traces of vivid red lipstick around her mouth and her mascara had been smeared to the point of raccoonishness.

Riley jerked upright on the bed, then clutched his head with a heartfelt groan. His usually sun-gilded skin was gray and sickly, his forehead dotted with sweat. “What?” he rasped, blowing out his cheeks. His stomach roiled unpleasantly and for a second he thought he was about to vomit on himself, but he managed to swallow it back down. “Natasha?”

“You gotta help me, this is so stupid, how could something like this have happened? Why would you let me do this?” she shrilled, digging her hands into her hair.

“Nat. Nat. Natasha!” Once he was sure he’d gotten her attention, Riley patted the air in front of himself with his hand. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. What did you do? Why are you freaking out?”

She licked her lips, her wild brown eyes focusing on him. “This,” she said, holding out her left hand.

Riley had to squint to see, then it took a moment for it to click. “Is that a ring?”

“It’s a motherfucking wedding ring!” She shook her hand furiously at him. “I’m that stupid chick that wakes up in Vegas fucking married to some guy I met last night. How the hell could you let this happen to me?”

His mouth just opened and closed soundlessly as he stared at that glint of silver on her ring finger.

“Who are you people? What’s going on?” a sleep-roughened voice asked.

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