I remember the first time I visited Las Vegas β striding down the ramp and out
into the terminal, eager to pick up my bags and head out for my hotel. It was
like any other airport I'd visited, noisy and filled with commuters racing to
catch their flights or grab their luggage and head out into the city.
But this wasn't any other airport. Right beside the luggage carousel sat rows of
slot machines, waiting to take my money as I watched for my bags to arrive. I
couldn't stop looking over at the noisy, eye-catching displays tempting me with
the chance of beginning my winning streak before getting to my hotel. An
attendant walked up and down the aisles, exchanging money for eager players. And
they won. I saw more than one machine explode into loud bells and whistles,
flashing lights as it paid out. It made the usually boring wait for my luggage
that much more interesting as I fought to keep from losing all of my gambling
money before even leaving McCarran Airport.
I went on from there to the hotel and my week-long stay where night only meant
it got a bit cooler outside β the casinos never closed and neither did the cafes
and stores, eager to take their share of my winnings, meager as they were. No
matter what time it was I could find myself surrounded by people, living life to
the fullest as they lost and won at cards or at the slots before partaking in
the wild nightlife Las Vegas is known for. Good food, good people, good parties
β it was easy to lose track of time and discover I'd been out all night and well
into the morning without feeling any time had passed. When I did step outside
either into the cool night air or the blistering dry heat I'd be surrounded by
all types of people, from the new tourist standing still and staring at the
replica Eiffel Tower or enjoying the musical fountains at the Bellagio to the
experienced busker performing for the eager crowds.
That, in a nutshell, is Las Vegas. A surreal adult playground where the unusual
sits next to the usual and no one blinks an eye. It made the city a perfect
place for the Delta Force Brotherhood to set down roots, buying up a nightclub
and using it as a front for their operations to help those who can't get justice
through the regular options. Their late-night comings and goings, their odd
behavior and their presence wouldn't seem out of place.
When I was developing the series I went over the many places I could have the
Devil's Nightclub located, the home base for this secret group of warriors. The
nightclub not only is the safest place in Las Vegas to visit and enjoy but also
an excellent meeting spot for those looking to contact the Brotherhood. People
come and go, enjoying the live bands and rocking out on the dance floor but few
of them ever find out about the bottom level where the Brotherhood trains and
prepares for their missions or the upper floors holding private suites along
with Dylan McCourt's office where he looks out over the crowd every night,
keeping an eye out for anyone who might need the Brotherhood's help.
Over the years I've visited Las Vegas a few times and every time the skyline's
changed. There's very little that stays the same β new hotels fly up almost
yearly, older casinos renovate and recreate themselves while the tourists flow
in and out. It's a fantastic place for conventions where the motto of "What
happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" is taken to heart, as anyone who's attended can
attest to.
But it's also a place to recreate yourself if you want to β and when I was
looking for a home for Dylan McCourt and his men Las Vegas came easily to mind.
A city that never sleeps, is constantly in a state of change and where people
come and go from all over the country, from all over the world?
That's Las Vegas. Sin City. Home to the Devil's Playground and to a secret group
of men who will go the distance for you β if you can find them.
Delta Force
Brotherhood
Ex-special forces ranger Dylan McCourt is a stone cold killer who cares only
about his military brothers and doing whatβs right. Heβs used to giving orders
and has zero patience for bullshit. Most people tremble when they look him in
the eye, but not his infuriatingly sexy new rescue mission, Jessie Lyon. She
just juts her chin and says sheβs not leaving without clearing her fatherβs
name, to hell with his rules. And was that a one finger salute he sees in her
eyes or his imagination? Either way, he knows this is one job his training might
not have prepared him for.
For fans of Maya Banksβ KGI series, prepare to meet the men of the Delta Force
Brotherhood, a sexy new contemporary series where kicking ass and living hard is
just how they roll.
Romance Suspense
[Entangled Select, On Sale: February 13, 2017,
e-Book, ISBN: 9781633758414 / eISBN: 9781633758414]
Sheryl Nantus was born in Montreal, Canada and grew up in Toronto, Canada.
She met Martin Nantus through the online fanfiction community in 1993 and moved
to the United States in 2000 in order to marry. A firm believer in the healing
properties of peppermint and chai tea she continues to write short stories and
novels while searching for the perfect cuppa.
She loves to play board games and write haiku, although not usually at the same
time.
She has published multiple books with Entangled Publishing, St. Martin's Press/
Swerve, Samhain Publishing and Carina Press.
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