Love in Las Vegas

Never underestimate the power of a little black dress, especially one as lucky as mine. Every time I've worn my favorite black dress, something good has happened. I've talked my way out of speeding tickets-and into a date with the cute cop-and I've found money on the ground, won cool prizes on the Las Vegas strip, and even got a cushy job with an even cushier paycheck. It's my lucky dress, and in it, I can't lose...until I did. Thanks to an enthusiastic bidder at an art auction, the dress failed me when I needed it most. I disappointed my boss and got fired, even though it wasn't my fault; it was his: the man who writes thirty-five million dollar checks for ugly, ridiculous paintings. I wound up unemployed, broke, and incredibly close to losing the life I'd built for myself. Now, I've scored a new job as an assistant to a billionaire casino owner, and I'm over-the-moon happy. Hoping there's still some luck left in my little black dress, I put it on for my first day of work to meet my new boss-Jared Hart, owner and operator of The Black Hart Casino-the insufferable, grumpy, gorgeous jerk who got me fired in the first place. I want to tell him to take his job and shove it, but I need the money. Plus, being his assistant might give me an opportunity to exact a little payback. Game on, sir. Oh, and I'm setting that dress on fire the first chance I get. Its luck has obviously run out. The Little Black Dress is a steamy romantic comedy with enemies who turn into lovers, lots of laughs, and stellar friendships. You might want to keep a fan nearby while you're reading.

What do you do when one of your best friends is unlucky in love? You become his wing-woman, obviously… Sam Simmons has quickly become one of my best friends. We were thrown together when our B.F.F.s fell in love, and the connection was instant. He's the yin to my yang. The peanut butter to my jelly. The chocolate to my bacon. Wait...what? Gross. Anyway, when Sam gets all misty-eyed over his sad, cobweb-filled dumpster fire of a love life, I devise a plan. We'll go through his little black book-who knew there was an app for that?-and set up second-chance dates with each woman with whom he's failed at finding love. I'll be the ultimate wing-woman, a creeper who observes from the sidelines so we can figure out what he's been doing wrong… But the plan backfires in a big way, and now I'm falling for him. I want him, but if things go sideways, I could lose him-completely. What am I going to do now?