Calling Her Bluff

Calling Her Bluff

by Kaia Danielle

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ISBN-13: 9781633754744
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 11/16/2015
Series: What Happens in Vegas
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 115
Sales rank: 96,212
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Kaia Danielle writes romance, women’s fiction and a graphic novel that is resisting the revision process. She tweets about being a Jersey Girl in South Georgia and popular culture in general on her @kaiawrites handle. She is an alum of the VONA writing workshop. Her website is www.kaiawrites.com

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Calling Her Bluff

A What Happens in Vegas Story


By Kaia Danielle, Vanessa Mitchell

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2015 Kaia Alderson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-474-4


CHAPTER 1

For a Las Vegas dive, The Sanctuary was pretty quiet. A basketball game was playing on the flat-screen TV behind the bar. The knock of a cue stick breaking the ball formation on the billiards table echoed the start of another game of pool. A muted hum of conversation carried from the few patrons frequenting this joint. But there was no ringing from any slot machines. No rustle of shuffling cards. No roar of bets being called across a crowded craps table. Since this place might be the only spot in Sin City that had no form of gambling in it (thank goodness), it was a popular after-work spot for locals who worked on the Strip.

What this bar did have, however, was maybe the most gorgeous man Kamaria Wilson had ever seen. Only three barstools separated them. She shook her head before doing a double take. She could take him home, ride him until the sun came up and then send him on his way. Too bad she didn't have the nerve.

She stuck her hand inside her jacket pocket and fingered her lucky poker chip. Behave yourself, girl.

Kamaria held up her shot glass, giving a toast to the man's sinfully good looks, that alluring combination of thick black hair, trim beard, and smooth, sun-kissed olive skin that indicated he spent a lot of time outside. But, her cell phone rang before she could take a gulp. She swiped the screen to make the call go to her voicemail. She was not in the mood to talk to anyone. What she wanted was a moment of peace.

She held up the shot again. Her cell phone rang. Again. Kamaria sucked her teeth. Her damn agent could be so annoying sometimes.

She swiped the the phone's screen to answer it. "What?"

"Is that how you answer your phone? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were raised by vagrants."

"What is it, Chastity? I'm busy."

"Well, I know you're not busy writing because I've been banging on the door to your suite for the last five minutes and you haven't answered."

"That's because I'm not there." Kamaria took a small sip of the tequila. Taking the entire shot while dealing with Chastity would be a waste of alcohol. She hadn't eaten since first thing that morning, so a sip should be enough to take the edge off. Maybe even enough to kill the urge that had been gnawing at her gut since she arrived in town.

There was a good ten seconds of silence before Chastity said, "I thought we agreed that you were going to steer clear of the casinos while you're here."

She huffed a long, dramatic sigh into the phone. "I am not in a casino, Chastity. I'm in a bar. Not getting drunk because I'm talking to you."

"You're at the bar? Great, I'm coming down to meet you."

"I'm not at the bar in the hotel."

"Why not?"

She really wasn't in the mood for playing fifty-seven questions. She flicked a glance at the hottie again. He'd shifted so he faced her. Dark brown eyes. Her fingers ached to play in his tousled, wavy hair. Damn. He even nodded in her direction. She quickly looked away. She almost schoolgirl giggled from his acknowledgment. Nope, not that one. He looked too much like the cover model on her last book. She didn't want to think about books tonight. She didn't want to think about anything.

"Where are you?" Chastity pressed.

She could tell her agent was two breaths away from going off. Good. That's what she deserved for killing her vibe before it got started. This call wouldn't be happening right now if she had just gone down to the casino like she really wanted to do. She wouldn't be feeling like a loser anymore. She'd be winning. No. She took a deep breath. She didn't gamble. Not since ... "You did have a reason for calling me, right?"

Chastity squeed. The woman actually squealed the word "squee" in her ear. If Chastity wasn't such a kick-ass agent, she would totally fire her.

In an effort to cut off that high-pitched shriek, she said, "Tell me already!"

"Are you sitting down? You need to be sitting down. I just got a call that will blow your mind."

"What call?" Kamaria's tone was now as dry as the desert air outside. She gestured at the bartender for another drink. Drinks were cheap here, so she could afford a couple more, if she kept to the well brands. She didn't have enough money left in her pocket to cover the good stuff. She'd purposely come out without a lot of cash, and she'd left her credit cards and bank cards in the hotel safe. Like a smoker tossing their last pack of cigarettes, she knew to remove the temptation.

Chastity, meanwhile, had been yammering on about something. Kamaria only caught the tail end of what she had been saying, but the words "your book just hit the list" were enough to make Kamaria stop fingering the ten dollar bill in her pocket. "What list?"

"The list. That list. As of next week, you're a New York Times bestselling author!"

A way too sober Kamaria nearly slid off her barstool. A warmth spread through her chest. Her body felt light like she had been dealt a full house with high stakes on the table. She had gambled everything on making this writing thing work. And now, she'd won. "No way."

Chastity squealed again. "Girl, you did it. You have this industry by the horns! Find a man. Have a drink. I give you permission to take a night off from writing and have fun for once. You deserve it."

"Great. Thanks. Bye." She numbly disconnected the call and stared at the now blacked-out phone screen. What the —?

She'd started writing romance novels more for herself than to gain any type of celebrity. The fact that enough people had gone to the trouble to buy her book to put her on anybody's bestseller list? That shit blew her mind.

"Are you okay?" She was so caught up in her thoughts the unexpected male voice made her jump.

She spun on the stool into a wall of T-shirt chiseled chest. She craned her neck up. And up. Hot guy's eyebrows held a gentle wrinkle between them. His mouth puckered with concern. She could totally suck that pout off his face. If she did, that would be the most perfect "cute meet" ever. She needed to remember this moment for her next book.

And speaking of books, this guy had "hero" written all over him. The alpha kind. A real take-me-to-bed-and-make-me-scream-your-name guy. She squirmed on the barstool. Her girl parts tingled from just looking at him.

No. Nuh-uh. She crossed her legs to curb his effect on her. She was so not going there. Chastity might suggest finding a man, but all she needed were her two shots of tequila. Okay, maybe three. Then she would call the hotel shuttle to take her back to the Masquerade and finish a chapter in her overdue manuscript. That was the plan. A good, responsible plan of which the new and improved Kamaria approved. She glanced down at her phone again, wondering if her overworked mind imagined the entire call. Her, a bestseller? Shock set in. What the —

"Are you okay?" he repeated more slowly. He gently placed his warm hand on her back. Damn, this man was fine. The dark and brooding variety of fine. He tilted his head. "You're staring at the blank screen on your phone mumbling 'what the fuck' over and over."

Oh. Wow. So much for an inner dialogue.

"Yeah," she mumbled. "I'm okay." She directed her attention back to his chest. Because the maroon shirt he was wearing was ugly as hell. But the cotton fabric molded to his muscles. His very large and firm-looking muscles. Even his nipples had perked up to say hi. Dear Lord, every inch of this man was beautiful. She could see herself getting caught up with a guy like this. Which was why she should push him away. "I'm also completely screwed up."

He tensed for a moment then gave a barely perceptible shrug. "Do you want to talk about it?" His persistence was a total turn-on.

No, I don't want to talk about it, Kamaria thought to herself, I want to go back to the casino and gamble. She picked up her second shot of tequila and knocked it back. This plan to have a casual drink alone in a safe space was not working. Normal people had drinks in a bar to blow off stress all the time. Why couldn't she? Damn Chastity and her squeaky, good news call. Another unnecessary plot twist in the story of her life. She chewed her bottom lip. She needed a plan B.

"No. I want to celebrate. How about I get completely shit-faced drunk and then go home with you for a nightcap?"

Hot guy took a step back. He frowned, but she didn't miss the flare of desire in his eyes. "I'm not a one-night-stand kind of guy."

"Good, 'cause neither am I." Her mouth curved into a smug smile. He seemed to be the nice guy type. She made a point of staying away from them. Her cards were on the table now. She bet her saucy response would make a nice guy like him fold. That whole nightcap line should send him running.

"You're trying to push me away —"

Well shit, she hadn't expected him to be nice and perceptive.

"But ..." The guy removed his hand from her back and placed it firmly on her shoulder. "I suspect you'd rather have someone ride with you than lie with you tonight."

He called her bluff. How unexpected — and intriguing.

He held out his hand. "My name is Jack. How about we talk first? Make sure I'm not a jerk. And then we'll see about me taking you home."

Kamaria had made a living out of being able to read people. His facial expression hid nothing. The only vibe coming off of him was one of genuine concern. It was official. She liked him.

Still, she wanted to see his desire flare again. She touched her lucky poker chip again. It was time to raise the stakes.

She tapped the seat next to her as an invitation to sit. Then, she pointed two fingers at the bartender, indicating to slide another two shots her way. "Fair enough. I'm buying this round."

He hesitated for a moment, then settled his big body beside her.

Bingo. And the lady wins again.

The next morning ...


Kamaria stumbled into the Masquerade lobby the same instant that someone won big on the slot machines. Alarms clanged and lights flashed like Liberace come back to life. Chastity's cheers had been annoying, but the woman at that winning slot machine squealed at a pitch that should only be heard by dogs. Kamaria wanted to punch her in the throat. The desert sky outside had lingering purple streaks of night. How did people have that kind of energy at what the hell o' clock in the morning?

She wasn't exactly hungover. Disoriented was a better word. While her eyeballs still pulsed within their sockets, the monkey was no longer on her back. A small victory. But another victory nonetheless. Each of her steps dragged, but her shoulders felt light for the first time since she had arrived in Las Vegas.

She pushed the button on the elevator then leaned against the wall. That's when someone started slowly clapping directly in her ear.

Kamaria jumped straight up. "What in the ..."

"If you tell me where you were all night, then I won't post your walk of shame on YouTube."

What, did the woman have her phone tracked? "Screw you, Chastity."

"Ahh, the prodigal zombie girl speaks." Chastity shoved her smartphone back into her bra. That afterglow from her amazing night ... yeah, it was evaporating by the minute thanks to her agent's intrusion. Chastity slapped her on the shoulder. The petite brunette's mahogany face had a glisten that only an early morning workout could produce. Her black spandex yoga pants showing off her curves confirmed it. Friggin' morning people.

Chastity pushed a stray lock out of Kamaria's face. "Honestly, hon, where were you last night? Did you gamble?"

Given her past, she deserved Chastity's interrogation, but the accusation hurt. She raised her chin and fished her lucky poker chip out of her pocket. "This is the last chip I ever won. I haven't played poker in three years, four months, eight days and still counting."

But she also hadn't been in Vegas or anywhere near a casino in the same amount of time either. Who was she kidding? It was only a matter of time.

"Then explain why you're dragging in here at five a.m., with your clothes all twisted around your body ..." Chastity reached up and pulled the hood of her jacket out from under her collar. "... And your hair looking like that. You do know that one of your dreadlocks is sticking straight up, right? And don't try and bullshit me about being awake because of the time difference — that's why I'm up."

Her hand flew up to her hair. Her locks felt like a total disaster, despite her attempts to pull them into a ponytail earlier. She would not let Chastity make her feel bad. She hadn't done anything wrong. "I only did what you told me to do. I had a drink. Correction, drinks. I found a man. I celebrated. I'm a New York Times bestselling author. Woo-hoo!" She did a little hop, threw in a whirly thing with her finger — and promptly stumbled as she landed. Uh, she shouldn't have done that. Her head spun from the movement.

Luckily, the elevator pinged and the doors opened. The sound ricocheted inside her skull. Chastity let her step on first. "Stop being sarcastic. It doesn't suit you." Like the flip of a switch, Chastity smiled sweetly as she punched the buttons for the sixth and top floors. "So you finally got laid? Tell me all about it."

She smoothed the deep crease forming between her eyes. "Chastity, handling my professional business doesn't give you the right to delve into my personal business."

"You are my business." Chastity gave her another head to toe onceover. "From the looks of you, I'd say he had the whites of your eyeballs showing."

It was so close to the truth, Kamaria had to crack a small smile. "No comment."

"'No comment,' my ass. That smile you're trying to hide speaks volumes. What I want to know is why didn't you stick around for the breakfast round?"

She'd been asking herself the same thing ever since she snuck out of Jack's bed.

Because "the morning after" is always awkward.

Because I don't need to get in the habit of picking up strangers as a crutch for dealing with my problems.

Because it felt too right snuggled within his arms. No, she would not play Dr. Phil with Chastity this morning.

"Because he was too nice of a guy ..."

"'Because he was too nice of a guy?' Do you hear yourself? Mari, you went through a lot and you've come so far. 'Too nice of a guy' is not a reason to push a man away. If anything, it's a reason to keep him close." Crap. Chastity was totally channeling Dr. Phil. Just because she sold self-help books, it didn't make her an expert on 'em.

"Yeah, well, you win some and you lose some, right? Maybe next time. For now, I'd like to be alone to get my mind right to finish this book." Chastity had meant well, telling her to find a guy and have a celebratory hookup. But with or without that advice, she'd been edgy, restless. Heading off one vice with another. She might talk a good game, but casual sex wasn't her thing.

Flashes of last night popped into her mind. Jack settling her on his couch so she could sleep off the tequila. Her pulling him down with her and straddling him. Her unfastening his pants and lowering her head ...

"Jesus, I slept with the first guy who looked my way. I'm such a slut." The all too familiar twinge of guilt sank lower in her gut. "Celebrating with random sex? Chas, that was a stupid idea. I don't know why I listen to you."

"You listen because I'm always right. And kudos for trying to pin this on me, but you and I both know I'm not to blame. Mari, you only do what you want to do. Although I'll gladly take credit for this one."

"If sarcastic doesn't suit me, being smug is even less attractive on you."

"Puh-lease. You've been living like a monk for the last three years. You write about romance but you're scared to have any of your own. It isn't healthy. You achieved a major accomplishment yesterday and you let yourself have a little fun. You're a grown woman — there is no reason not to enjoy yourself as one. And you did it without having to gamble. That's a big step forward. I'm proud of you."

Kamaria rolled her eyes. Her agent had her best interests at heart. She knew that. And she couldn't blame her hottie hookup on anyone but herself. She'd wanted him. She'd pushed. He'd bit. Then nibbled. And sucked ...

Any guilt she felt was totally worth the last few hours she'd spent with Jack.


(Continues...)

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Calling Her Bluff 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
LiveLaughandLoveBooks More than 1 year ago
Novellas are great for a nice short break, when you don’t have time to sit and read an entire novel! This one didn’t disappoint either. Kamaria is a confident woman that has an inner demon she must get over, and Jack is the perfect man to help her do just that! The chemistry was perfect and let’s not forget those steamy scenes! YUM! So yeah, I recommend this book and like I said it’s the perfect book for a short little getaway! *I received a complimentary copy of the book from Netgalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.*
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
Jack was major swoonworthy. How can you not enjoy a six foot five alpha hot male who will let you use him in any way that way. And protect you and comfort you. Kamaria was a vulnerable woman with a gambling addiction and a lot of guilt. And Jack helped her fight for herself to get out of her ways. I liked their connection, both physically and emotionally. They were definitely a couple to root for. Although I would have liked to have had a deeper, more immersed knowledge of both of their background lives, this was a great little story to escape into. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher.
aprilrenee1976 More than 1 year ago
Good Steady Fun Read Oh I loved the premise of this book. It had a lot of hope and potential going for it. Kamaria Wilson has a problem and she is in the world’s worst place, trying to fight it. Kamaria is an romance author and there is a convention that she is attending. She just needs to make it til she can hightail it back out of Vegas but she doesn’t know if she can do it because Vegas is the place that can make her break the streak she has been on…then she sees this handsome man and thinks maybe a one night stand can help her stand sane or well..maybe you get my drift..can take her mind off the problem until she can get out of Vegas…but that one problem, well develops into a another problem by the name of security specialist Jack Aldirisi. One night could possibly turn into more or will Kam derail the relationship? I liked the premise of the story but at times the novella seemed sort of off almost formal in talk and it was short—I just needed more for this novella in order to get Kam’s background story and Jack;s story too. They do make a good couple and what I did read in the beginning makes me like the start, the middle not so much but the ending sounds good. My rating: 3.9 stars ***A gifted copy was provided by the publisher for my honest review****
BuckeyeAngel More than 1 year ago
Camaria was at the bar Sanctuary while in Sin City. There was no gambling going on there. It was a common place for locals to go to. Her book was on the NYTimes bestsellers list. She then looked in shock and the guy a couple of seats down asked if she was ok. His name was Jack. This was a good story with a good plot and characters. I loved how Camaria overcame her demons through the twists and turns of this story. I highly recommend. **I received an ARC of this story in exchange for an honest review
Linda_RochesterNY More than 1 year ago
*ARC received from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review* Cute quick read.
gypsyarj More than 1 year ago
Kamaria Wilson is a romance writer with a problem she's a gambler and is currently in Las Vegas for a convention. Trying to keep herself from giving into temptation she goes to a bar away from casinos and gamblers. Deciding she needs a distraction she picks up a stranger for the night not knowing that one night will definitely not be enough. Jack Aldirisi shows up for a security assignment the day after his mysterious lady disappears on him and is surprised when his assignment turns out to be his one night stand. His job is to keep her off the casino floor and out of trouble. However neither expected the sparks to keep flying as their one stand turned into something more. They struggle with her gambling addiction and try to find a way to make a life together. This book will have you laughing out loud at some parts. I loved this story and would recommend this to anyone that loves to lose themselves in a great love story.
Blsfan68 More than 1 year ago
This is a quick, refreshing novella focused on the heroine's gambling addiction. The story is fun and sweet. The characters are likable and interesting. I liked that this story set in Vegas didn't involve a wedding chapel. ARC received from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
The last place a gambling addict needs to be is in Las Vegas but that's exactly where romance writer Kamaria Wilson finds herself. Determined to get through the convention and give her key note speech, Kamaria knows she's risking a lot but she's sure she can handle it. Maybe what she needs is a distraction and the super hot security specialist Jack Aldirisi would be perfect! Can he be enough to keep her away from the table?? A very intriguing storyline and great characters make this a very good read. I definitely recommend it.
Maria-Rose More than 1 year ago
When Kamaria meets Jack at a bar in Vegas, her one night stand with him is a way to let off steam after finding out her latest book just made the New York bestseller's list without resorting to her gambling addiction that she's successfully stayed away from for 3 years. But the next day it turns out he's been assigned as her 'babysitter' for her stay at the Masquerade hotel for the romance convention she's attending, intended by her agent to help keep her on the straight and narrow. Jack's past includes an addicted father so finding out the woman he wants to spend more time with has similar problems means he should stay far away. But that's easier said than done. This was a solid addition to the What Happens in Vegas series (different authors and characters, but linked by the romance convention). I thought it was an interesting take to have a woman with a gambling addiction (one she's been successfully fighting) and plunk her in the middle of Vegas, the worst place for a woman like her. But if you're going to have an epiphany about your addiction, it's the best place to do it. I liked Kamaria's character as a strong woman with faults. Jack also comes across as a nice, decent guy, doing his job as a pseudo bodyguard for Kamaria at the convention. It doesn't hurt that he looks like a cover model! The sexy scenes don't really start until mid-way through the story (their first night together happens but behind the scenes), but when they do, they definitely have chemistry together. By the end of the convention Kamaria knows what she has to do, and while it takes Jack a little longer, he realizes that he's not willing to let things end so quickly. It's a quick read with a happy ending. 3 stars.
LynnB888 More than 1 year ago
A sexy hot read! Kamaria Wilson is in Vegas for a romance writer's convention. She slips out to a quiet bar one night, receives a bit of good news while there and decides to celebrate by having one sexy night with the guy at the end of the bar. Jack Aldirisi wakes to find Kamaria gone the next morning. He's disappointed because he felt a connection with her. Then the luck is upon him when he's called in for a special security assignment that will have him by her side the rest of the week. Will more time together have Kamaria admitting to liking Jack too, or will she still play hard to get and refuse to have more than one night?
Linda__ More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this novella. It's a quick, fun contemporary romance that features Mari, a romance author with a gambling addiction attending a convention in Las Vegas. What could go wrong? She seeks out what must be the only non-gambling bar in Las Vegas and has a one night stand with a hunk, then slinks away never to see him again.....until her agent hires him to protect her. This is a very predictable book, but I gave it 4 stars because it was done so well.
Lashea677 More than 1 year ago
Calling Her Bluff is the right read to shake off the blues. I have said it before and I will say it again I am enjoying the What Happens in Vegas Series. Romance writers penning stories about romance writers finding love at a romance convention. Priceless. Ms. Danielle was on her game the comedic timing was great, the sexual pull was hot and the story was extremely witty and addictive. I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.