Stolen in Sin City By: Nicole Kennedy SIGNED W/ SWAG PREORDER

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RELEASE OCT 22,2027

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ANDI

Growing up in a small town, my goal had always been to get out. I dreamed of dancing in a big city, but that dream was never supposed to lead me to Las Vegas. And being a stripper? That had never been part of the plan.

Still, I’d built myself a comfortable life—the kind of stability I never had growing up. After being disappointed too many times, I’d spent my adult life making sure I’d never end up back where I started. I had rules to protect my heart, especially when it came to men. The biggest one was simple: never sleep with the same man twice.

Sarcasm and a tough exterior had always been enough to keep people at a distance. Until Hunter came along.

He saw right through me—the walls, the rules, and the reasons behind them. Suddenly, I found myself caught between what my heart craved and everything I’d convinced myself I needed to stay safe. For the first time, I had to wonder if the rules I’d built my life around were protecting me… or keeping me from the one thing I’d never allowed myself to want.


HUNTER

From a young age, I considered myself one of the lucky ones. Everything I could have ever wanted seemed to fall effortlessly into my lap—until the day it all came crashing down. One moment, my life revolved around the woman I loved and my dream of playing professional hockey for my hometown team. The next, I’d lost it all.

For the next seventeen years, I ran from the past. I promised myself I’d never let another woman get close enough to break me, choosing instead to stay single, bury the man I used to be, and pour everything I had into running the Las Vegas Neon better than my dad ever did.

Then Andi came along.

For the first time in seventeen years, she made me want to look up from the lonely life I’d built. There was something about her I couldn’t shake. She made me feel things I’d buried long ago and wonder if maybe I’d spent seventeen years protecting myself from heartbreak when, all along, I’d been protecting myself from living.