Zane Tishler moved in with his
brother after his nightmare divorce to find that his brother had taken in a
“stray”, a punk chick with a bad attitude. Liliosa Cortez found a place to
start over in a city built for hiding. But when her roommate’s brother moved in
she pegged him for a pretty boy with enough baggage to fill a semi and major
hostility toward women. But now, after two years, Lili and Zane have become
best friends and the perfect “wingmen.” They’ve developed a system for tagging
and bagging tourists. No strings attached. They are partners in crime who have
managed to have the time of their lives in the City of Sin.
Life would be perfect if they could
keep it this way, but a new player in the game makes both Lili and Zane face
the feelings they had not been prepared to notice. What happens when dangerous
shadows from a forgotten past find their way into the neon spotlights? What
happens when the fuse is lit on all those emotions they have deeply buried?
Can they survive the explosion or
the will the backlash tear them and everyone they love apart?
When two pasts become one present in
the searing Nevada heat…
When two realities collide under the
lights of Vegas…
When two lives are threatened due to
secrets and lies…
What do you do when you find out
your perfect world is Perfectly Broken?
"How was your night off?" Nikki
asked as she brushed past me, leaning to grab a bottle from the spot on the
higher shelf. I barely had to duck to get under her arm to take an order.
"Good," I yelled back as we passed
each other again moments later. We were used to this, the chaos of working in
one of the popular themed-bars on The Strip. I'd worked at plenty of the bars
but working here, for Shannon, was the best job I'd had.
"Did you give Zane a lap dance for his
birthday like I told you to?" Nikki nudged me with her elbow and I spun a
bottle in my right hand before pouring the drink I was working on.
"Right. Because that would've ended
well," I answered with a laugh and shook my head. "No,
but I did actually dance with him. His ex-wife showed up and caused a huge
scene. It was kind of a mess."
Nikki shook her head and glanced over at
me before pulling out two beers and passing them back to the customer she was
helping. "I don't know why you two don't just fuck and get it over with
already." I threw a bar rag at her and she laughed again, glancing at the
clock beside the register.
"Trust me,
Nik, that is never going to happen," I said over my shoulder as I
passed her.
"Well, if you're not going to fuck
the hotness monster, I'm totally going for it next time I see him." Nikki
winked as she stopped directly beside me to take an order.
"That'll never happen either!"
I laughed at Nikki's shocked expression. "First of all, you seem to be
forgetting that Zane doesn't do locals."
"Details." She waved a hand
dismissively as she finished filling a glass, nearly sloshing whiskey all over
the bar.
"Second, I made him promise not to
fuck anyone I work with."
Nikki slammed the bottle into place.
Ignoring the customers momentarily, she spread her arms in a gesture that clearly
said ‘what the fuck’. "Why? Why would you twat block me like that?"
I tried not to laugh,
but I couldn't help it. I heard Nikki mumble under her breath as I
turned to take a few more orders.
"Sorry, but you're a double no for
him. You'll have to find a new hotness monster." I passed her the vodka,
noticing the bottle was almost empty. "By the way, he doesn't really count
as a hotness monster if we know how to find him."
"Whatever. He was my
favorite hotness monster,"
she sighed in faux dismay.
Maegan’s writing career, like most,
started with a journal. It was a gift from a family member and she wrote in it
religiously. When she finished filling it with the story of the life she wished
she was living, she continued on with the next journal. And then the next.
Born and raised in Tulsa, Oklahoma, Maegan
studied Stage Production Technology in college and now works as a seamstress in
a department store full-time. Her love of theatre and family ties to that world
guided her to work part-time backstage in the various theatres in Tulsa. She
spends a lot of downtime backstage reading (Thank Goodness for ereaders!) and
the idea for Perfectly Broken was born during the run of The Lion King for four
weeks in Summer 2013.
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