Love's Wager

  The stakes for love are sky-high

  No one can do A-list glitz and glamour like public relations consultant Nina Torres. The grand reopening of a Reno casino and resort to rival Vegas promises to be the media event of the decade. And with Casa de Mariposa’s unveiling slated for New Year’s Eve, Nina’s got to work her legendary magic fast. But this smart and sophisticated divorcée has come too far to let some uptight ex-soldier cramp her style, even if Scott Russell is off-the-charts gorgeous.

  Keeping people safe is what Scott does. But the sensual Nina is putting more than his job as head of security at risk. And when their fiery clash of wills ignites a passion that leaves them both wanting more, there’s no turning back. Now Scott will need everything in his arsenal to protect Nina from past and present dangers. Together, are they ready to gamble on the most priceless jackpot of all?

  “Are you going to put on a ten-gallon hat, boots and spurs?”

  He grinned. He’d been a cowboy for Halloween five years in a row. “I just might, ma’am,” he drawled and pretended to tip an invisible hat at her.

  “Can I go, too? This I have to see.”

  His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Are you inviting yourself along?” He had to stop himself from yelling out “yes.” Play it cool, he told himself.

  “I think I am.”

  His heart raced and his hands started to sweat. “I’m really going to just take photos. Photography is my hobby.”

  “Really? My brother, Ben, is into photography.”

  “Then tomorrow’s a date.”

  He couldn’t help his next move. She looked so delectable with the evening breeze tugging at her hair and with her face so calm and serene.

  He set his wineglass down, pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Her lips were warm and pleasantly sweet with the wine. Her body leaned into his, and he felt every soft curve, smelled her faint perfume, and knew he’d wanted to kiss her since the moment he’d met her at the bar by the pool.

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  Love’s Wager

  J.M. JEFFRIES

  is the collaboration between two women who are lifelong romance-aholics. Jacqueline Hamilton grew up believing that life should always have a happy ending. Being a military brat, she has lived in some of the most romantic places in the world. An almost lawyer, Jackie decided to chuck it all, live her dream and become a writer. Miriam Pace grew up believing in fairy tales. She found her Prince Charming and has been married to him for thirty-seven years. Now a granny, Miriam reads fairy tales to her grandchildren and is looking forward to baby Pace, who is due soon.

  Love’s Wager

  J.M. Jeffries

  Dear Reader,

  One thing we forget is change happens regardless of whether you want it or not. Every time change is on the horizon, we have a decision to make. Do we fight it and preserve the status quo, or do we embrace it and go headlong into a great adventure?

  Jackie says change is only good when she wants it. Change is a battle to be waged according to Miriam. For Nina Torres and Scott Hunter, change is a fact of life. Join them as they plow through their unexpected surprises, life-altering decisions and the greatest adventure that awaits them in Reno, Nevada, the biggest little city in the West.

  Much love,

  Jackie and Miriam

  Jackie: To all my super baristas old, new and future. Thank you for going on the journey with me, for being there for me and letting me mother you. You make me laugh and you inspire me.

  Miriam: To my grandson Frederik, granddaughter Kathyn, and future baby Pace, I wish you the best life has to offer. Follow your dreams.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Holding a glass of her favorite Chardonnay, Nina Torres followed the hostess to her booth. Lua el Sol had been her father’s idea. The restaurant featured the best food, music and decor his Brazilian home had to offer.

  Lua el Sol was a riot of color with green palm trees at various intervals, fan-backed wicker chairs at the tables and booths along the walls upholstered in bright blue. Huge carnaval masks hung on the walls, the brilliantly colored feathers swaying with the air currents. Birdcages dotted the huge restaurant with bright-hued, plush-stuffed parrots inside. Nina’s father, Manny Torres, had tried to use real parrots, but they squawked too loud and distracted the diners. He’d donated them to the Los Angeles Zoo and replaced them with stuffed ones.

  Nina waved at her mother, Grace Torres, as she slid into the booth. Grace was a beautiful woman with smooth, mahogany-colored skin, masses of black, curly hair tumbling down her back and slanted brown eyes. She was still slender despite having seven children. Nina, the eldest of the only two girls, looked just like her mother except for being several inches taller and slimmer. Her chin-length black hair, more wavy than curly, framed her narrow face and pointed chin. Her eyes were more amber than brown.

  Nina loved her parents’ restaurant. She loved the boisterous atmosphere as waitstaff maneuvered through the tables, trays piled with an array of enticing, delicious food. The aroma of spice hung heavy over the room.

  “Nina, sorry to be late, traffic was horrible.” Kenzie Russell dropped her purse on the table and reached out her arms to Nina.

  Nina jumped to her feet. “Kenzie, don’t worry, I’ve only been here a few minutes. Hello, Miss E.” Nina embraced her best friend and leaned over to kiss Kenzie’s grandmother on the cheek. Nina and Kenzie had met their first year at UCLA when they’d roomed together and had been best friends ever since.

  Miss E. hugged Nina tightly. She was the grandmother Nina never had, since her father’s parents lived in Brazil and her mother’s parents had passed away when Nina had been a child.

  “Kenzie tells me you won a hotel/casino in a poker game. Good for you.” Nina slid back into the booth. Miss E. sat and Kenzie slid in to sit next to Nina.

  Kenzie was a gorgeous woman with shoulder-length black hair that she’d pulled up into a French knot at the back of her head. She wore a stylish, blush-pink dress from the Michael Kors spring line that fit her voluptuous curves to perfection. Matching pink stilettos adorned her feet. Kenzie was always elegant and stylish while Nina tended to go for more flamboyant clothes like the Alexander McQueen black-and-yellow print dress she currently wore. Shoes were her downfall. She loved unusual shoes and the pair she wore with her dress today were shaped like fish with the mouth as the toe and the heels looking like fins.

  “When are you coming to work for me and make my new casino and hotel the hippest place on the planet?” Miss E. asked.

  Nina chuckled. “I have never planned a media campaign for a casino before.”

  Kenzie nudged her good-naturedly. “You’d do a terrific job. You always do. Look at how you saved Sam Beaumont’s career. That man was dead-drunk, facedown in his own vomit on Sunset Boulevard. And now he’s an Oscar winner. Why? Because you knew how to clean up his reputation and make him bankable again. You Nina’d him.”

  Nina clapped her han
ds. “I’m a verb.”

  “And Restaurant des Roux used to be a burger joint,” Kenzie continued. “And now a line wraps around the block with people who want to get in and eat thirty-dollar hamburgers. That was one brilliant media campaign.”

  “I need your magic touch.” Miss E. glanced around the restaurant and waved at Nina’s mother who waved back and started to weave her way to the table.

  Nina opened her mouth, not certain what to say. A hotel/casino!

  “And don’t forget the new spa,” Kenzie added. She leaned toward Nina. “My soon-to-be sister-in-law and my brother are converting the hot springs on the back of the property into a spa. They broke ground six weeks ago and the walls are already up. It’s supposed to be completed by Christmas, barring any emergencies.”

  Nina had heard Hunter was engaged to be married. He and Donovan were the only Russell brothers she’d ever met. Scott never seemed to be around when she and Kenzie visited with Miss E. and now that their careers had gone in different directions, they barely got together more than once in a blue moon.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Nina speechless before.” Wry humor colored Kenzie’s voice.

  “What exactly do you want?” The fact that they’d come all the way from Reno meant this new project was really important. Nina had managed to do a little research about Reno and the Casa de Mariposa, which had given her a few ideas, but she needed more information.

  A waitress came over to take Kenzie and Miss E.’s drink order. Nina saw that her mother had gotten distracted and stopped to talk to a friend.

  “I want the Nina mojo.” Miss E. laughed. “You made this place,” she spread her arms wide to indicate Lua el Sol, “the place to be seen in LA. I want Casa de Mariposa the place to be seen in Reno.” She waved her hand. “I’ve been here five minutes and already I’ve spotted an Oscar-winning director, an Emmy-award-winning actress and two musicians. In the corner over there is that Grammy-winning jazz band, which, by the way, I adore. And if I’m not mistaken, isn’t that,” she pointed at a center table, “one of the Monaco royals?”

  Nina followed Miss E.’s gestures. She was so used to seeing the rich and famous that it never impacted on her. Lua el Sol was a fun place to come and be seen without being bothered. The paparazzi weren’t allowed within three blocks so celebrities wouldn’t have to shove their way through throngs of people to get in. They could have their meal in peace and enjoy the atmosphere.

  “Miss E.” Grace Torres finally arrived at the table clutching a platter of appetizers. She set the platter down in the center of the table just as the waitress brought the drinks.

  “What have we here, Mama Torres?” Kenzie asked eyeing the food. Kenzie loved trying new foods and once told Nina every morsel that came out of her father’s kitchen was amazing.

  “Papa’s experimenting in the kitchen again. The balls that look like crusty hush puppies are acarajé, shrimp with black-eyed peas and onions. These are bolinhos de arroz made with rice and fried. These little drumsticks are chicken coxinha.” Grace’s voice still held the cadence of her Alabama childhood. Tonight she had tucked a spray of yellow orchids in her hair to match her bright yellow dress.

  “They look delicious,” Kenzie said, her fork out ready to spear the shrimp.

  “Our special tonight,” Grace continued, “is a lovely black-bean stew called feijoada with pão de queijo, which is cheese bread. And for dessert we have brigadeiros, which are little chocolate-and-caramel truffles.”

  “Chocolaty caramel goodness,” Kenzie gasped in delight. Kenzie had never met a chocolate-anything that she didn’t devour. And Nina couldn’t believe she was still a model-slim, perfect size four.

  Grace patted Kenzie on the cheek. “I knew you were coming.”

  “I love you.” Kenzie took a bite of the savory shrimp balls and moaned. “Incredible.”

  “You do realize you have to share, don’t you?” Nina teased.

  “You always were a spoilsport.” When Kenzie pouted men turned to look.

  “Enjoy,” Grace said. “I will return with the next course in a little bit.”

  “Is your mother going to sing tonight?” Kenzie asked. “I’d hate to come all this way and miss your parents’ music.”

  “She sings almost every night. And the great thing is you never know who’s going to join in.”

  Miss E. clapped her hands. “That is what I want for the resort, Nina. This incredible joy and fun wrapped up in old-world elegance. Casa de Mariposa is a lovely lady, but dull and uninteresting. I want you to make her interesting.”

  “First, let’s eat, dance, and if so inclined we’ll sing. And tomorrow I’ll work out some ideas and come up on Wednesday to go over everything with you.”

  Miss E. filled her plate with an assortment of food and dug in. Nina had one hand on the plate and the other with her fork when a voice sounded behind her.

  “Nina. Darling.”

  She turned to find her ex-husband Carl Durant standing behind her. Carl was a handsome man with whitish-blond surfer hair, dark blue eyes and a fine, blond stubble on his chin. He was impeccably dressed in black jeans and T-shirt. He’d told her once that wearing black made him look mysterious. Nina thought he looked ridiculous. The black made him look washed-out and tired.

  Hanging on his arm was his newest love, the tiny, barely legal, bubblegum-blonde Tiffani Diamond he’d dumped Nina for. Tiffani wore a tight white dress with black shoes and clutch purse. The white did nothing for her fair complexion though she’d tried to make up for it with heavy eye makeup and her hair pulled into long ringlets about her face.

  Nina pasted a half smile on her face, prepared to be nice to Carl.

  “Carl, how...how’s tricks?” Since their divorce, his career had nose-dived. He’d decided he didn’t need her anymore since his career was made. How ironic. She tried not to gloat—it was bad karma. Maybe for a moment.

  “I have a lot of balls in the air, juggling a lot of things. Just thought I’d drop by to say hello. And Tiffani here landed a part in CSI.”

  Nina leaned forward. “As a dead body?”

  Tiffani stiffened with a glare at Nina

  “Be nice, Nina,” Carl chided softly.

  “I thought I was. What brings you here?”

  “Tiffani wanted some of your mother’s quickies.”

  For a second, Nina had no idea what he meant. “You mean quindim.” She was surprised Tiffani ate. She didn’t look like she’d had a decent meal in years.

  “Those coconut flans,” Carl explained. “Tiffani loves them.”

  “Really, Tiffani,” Kenzie said. “You eat?”

  “Not since 2010.” Nina was being nasty and knew it, but couldn’t seem to play fair.

  Tiffani flashed an angry scowl at Kenzie and Nina. “Come on, Carl. Maybe we should just leave.”

  “We just got here. This is the place to be, sweetie. Look, there’s Benny Simmons. I hear he’s looking for a new leading lady for his next show. Let’s talk to him.” Carl guided Tiffani away and Nina watched them glide toward Benny, who looked like he wanted to dive under the table.

  “What did you see in him, Nina?” Miss E. asked curiously.

  “Looking back, I loved his passion, his artistic vision and a part of me wanted to bring that to the world.”

  “So you were more in love with the possibilities rather than the realities.” Kenzie studied Nina, a glimmer of sympathy in her eyes.

  “I wanted us to create art together. But eventually money got in the way. And don’t get me wrong. I understand about business and the adage ‘you’re only as good as your last film.’ Carl started believing in the hype I worked into his media campaigns. He wanted the perfect Hollywood life and that included an up-and-coming actress, not me.”

  “Rule number one,” Miss E. said sagely. “Ne
ver believe your own press.”

  “He stopped being grateful and started being demanding. He thought I would continue working on his career after he cheated on me and left me.” Her parents had brought their vision of music to Hollywood and never compromised on it. “I saw him compromise his vision and our marriage. I felt hurt. Betrayed. He left me when I told him how disappointed I was in him. In his mind, I didn’t have the right to be disappointed. While he was escorting Miss Tiffani around, I was supposed to get back on the train and keep promoting his career.”

  “You didn’t, did you?” Miss E. asked.

  “Not a chance. Since I quit being his marketing bitch, the only films he’s gotten recently are Space Dogs from Mars and Baby-Momma Slashers and Shark-A-Conda.”

  “Would it be bad form if I snorted?” Miss E. said.

  “Go ahead, you’re not drinking,” Nina said.

  Miss E. snorted and Nina burst into laughter. “How poetic that the only offers he’s getting are these films when he thought he was the next Scorcese. Who by the way, still takes my phone calls.”

  “That’s a litter box moment,” Miss E. said.

  “I don’t understand.” Nina frowned.

  “You were being catty, dear,” Kenzie said with a pat on Nina’s hand.

  Nina found her gaze straying to Carl and Tiffani. Her mother had gently pried them away from Benny Simmons and eased them to an empty table nearest the dance floor. Benny looked relieved and Tiffani looked disappointed.

  “You know he’s not going to stop hounding you.” Miss E.’s gaze had followed Nina’s and she studied Carl and Tiffani.

  “I had that impression.”

  “You should come to Reno and put yourself out of his sphere.”

  “So my taking the job and coming to Reno would be doing me a favor for my mental well-being.” Nina grinned at Miss E.

  “Exactly. He’d be too stupid to find you in Reno.”

  “He’s not stupid. His problem is that his ego wins over his intelligence every time.”