Romantic Times:
Vegas
Pamela Morsi
Linda J. Parisi
Jeff DePew
Lori Avocato
Connie Corcoran Wilson
Mathew Kaufman
C. H. Admirand
Christina Skye
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DEDICATION
To all the amazing people at Romantic Times who over the years have changed so many lives in so many positive ways.
CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
Foreword
Ex-Sighting - Pamela Morsi
The Promise – Linda J. Parisi
Same Time, Next Year - Jeff DePew
What The Hell Happened In Vegas! - Lori Avocato
Kiss Me And Kill Me With Love - Connie Corcoran Wilson
There Will Always Be Vegas - Mathew Kaufman
Love At The Las Vegas Bake Off - C.H. Admirand
Finding A Hero - Christina Skye
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Judy Spagnola
For all her hard work in making this anthology possible.
And to
Rick Taubold for his editorial assistance.
foreword
Kathryn Falk, Lady of Barrow
Kisses and hugs to 13Thirty Books for compiling a Romance Anthology: Romantic Times: Vegas, to entertain the readers at the 33rd RT Booklovers Convention 2016 in Las Vegas.
The lineup of authors is quite varied and impressive, starting with my longtime friend, Heather Graham, author of over 150 romances and thrillers. She began writing Romance novels at the same time I started a tabloid publication, Romantic Times, now RT Book Reviews, and the Booklovers Convention—despite people saying I was crazy to do so.
Several name authors in this collection were also involved in the early days of the Romance genre. It was a much different industry then, smaller and less chaotic. We pushed a lot of envelopes with our stories.
Christina Skye was a Chinese scholar and spoke fluent Mandarin when she appeared on the scene and expressed a desire to write Regencies.
Carole Nelson Douglas, a prominent journalist, stayed in the St. Paul Pioneer Press office till after midnight to help the Romance cause by placing a story of the RT Love Train on the "wires," as it was called in those days. This activated nation-wide coverage for the dozens of authors aboard Amtrak, greeting romance readers (dressed in pink) at stations large and small as we headed from Los Angeles to meet up with Barbara Cartland at the 2nd RT Booklovers Convention in New York City.
Who can forget when contemporary author Tina Wainscott arrived at a Convention straight from Russia—having finally succeeded in adopting a baby girl (now 13 years old)—to share her happiness and tins of Russian caviar with her delighted sister authors.
Last but not least, there's no one like our romantic publishers: Lance Taubold was one of RT's first cover model contestants, from the Fabio days, as well as being a wonderful singer/entertainer. Rich Devin masterfully directed many RT Cover Model Pageants and Awards Ceremonies. It would not be the same biz without them!
RT is fortunate to have loyal friends who are still supporting us after three decades! Ken, Carol, and I are very lucky in this regard and so appreciative.
How romantic it is to come together now under the covers, (Sorry for the pun!) and to be writing stories about romantic times in Las Vegas.
Readers will be pleasantly surprised to recognize the names of three prominent authors of Romance who disappeared from the scene for a few years, but have returned to contribute to this collection: Rebecca Paisley, Doris Parmett, and Kimberly Cates.
The three anthologies are rounded out by a talented group of “relatively” new newcomers, including a Barnes & Noble bookseller/author—Crystal Perkins.
A huge thank you to all the authors who brought their imagination and creativity to produce the first RT Convention Anthologies.
To understand how the project developed. Every author received these directives from the publisher:
1) Write a story set in Las Vegas with action taking place inside an imaginary hotel, the Excelsior, built in 1960 by a Mafia family. (That was rather common in those days.)
2) Choose a time frame ranging from 1960 to the present, and even the future, in any genre.
Therefore, dear reader, you will encounter—at the Excelsior Hotel—a vampire, a post-apocalyptic romance, a time-travel suspense, a Fabio-to-the-Rescue comedy and more...
All our Romances have happy endings of course. And the Romance formula even in short fiction will ring true—getting an alpha male to commit!
Enjoy!
Kathryn Falk, Founder of RT Book Reviews and the RT Booklovers Convention
Kenneth Rubin, President of Romantic Times Inc. (He slept his way to the top!)
Carol Stacy, Publisher and Executive Convention Director
1
Ex-Sighting
Pamela Morsi
February 2016
Regina Hurley had always imagined that one of the expectations of sitting at a bar in Vegas would be a very genuine anonymity. Never mind that in those Sex and the City episodes she’d watched in high school, Carrie Bradshaw accidently ran into Big a half dozen times. Manhattan was not Vegas. No running in high heels on the sidewalks. Way too hot.
She’d only been back in the country for two months and the new stateside job was an adjustment. Years of travel meant no friends or acquaintances outside of work. Which was why she was sitting alone at the bar in the Excelsior Hotel. The place appealed to her. With its woody paneling and the Louvre print over the back of the bar, a girl could almost expect the Rat Pack to drop in for some debonair crooning. It was somehow so American. Strangely, she had missed that. She was not quite ready to go to her room, but too tired to actually go out. So she sat munching on lamb meatballs in sofrito and sipping a nice shiraz.
She was only vaguely aware of a couple entering when she heard her name voiced in surprise.
“Regi?”
She looked up into eyes that were almost as familiar to her as her own.
Ten years is a long time. A very long time to not have contact with a childhood playmate, to lose track of a high school sweetheart, to miss a best friend. Ten years is a nanosecond when it comes to someone that you left standing at the altar.
“Jake!”
She stared at him stupidly. She was desperately tamping down the need to run screaming for the door. It was Jake Wilkins standing right next to her. The Jake Wilkins that she’d been successfully avoiding for an entire decade.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Last I heard you were in London.”
That was two years ago.
“I’m here on business,” she answered.
“Me too. Plumbing supply convention.”
“You’re still working for your dad’s company?”
He shrugged, but managed a smile. “Dad’s retired. My company now.”
“Of course.”
Regi tried to loo
k away, but realized she was starved for the sight of him. He had changed, but maturity looked good on him. The dark brown hair was cut neater, shorter than it had been in college. The tall skinny body of his teenage years seemed to have filled out very attractively. Dressed in an expensively tailored suit with the modern fit preferred by movie actors because it emphasized a trim waist, he looked, fit, muscular, drop dead gorgeous, in fact. Her mouth went so dry she gulped the shiraz.
“You look great,” he said. “You look… you look wonderful.”
Regi wasn’t so sure. She’d been working in her room all day. She’d only gotten out of her pajamas an hour ago and couldn’t remember if she’d combed her hair or put on her makeup.
“Thanks.”
At that moment she noticed that he was not alone. Beside him, a very pretty blond woman with a lithe figure and doe-like eyes was gazing at her in astonishment, her mouth rounded into an O.
“Regina? Regina Hurley? Oh my God! I don’t believe it. It’s you. It’s really you!” The young woman actually squealed and tried clumsily to hug her. “You probably don’t remember me. Lainey, Lainey Gwiesel, or I used to be. I’m Puff’s kid sister. I used to try to hang out in your vicinity. You were my teenage role model.” She giggled with delightful enthusiasm.
Lainey Gwiesel. Regi did remember Lainey Gwiesel. She was a skinny, stringy-haired kid, who followed her like a shadow. The only thing about that Lainey that wasn’t totally flat was her giant buckteeth covered by shiny braces. This woman was soft, curvy, with a beautiful smile and a clever cut hairdo. She was two, maybe three years younger, but those differences are huge in high school.
Stating the obvious, “You’re all grown up,” Regi said.
She laughed. “Way too grown up,” she replied. “I’ve got two little ones upstairs.”
“Really? Two kids.”
She nodded. “Two stubborn, opinionated little terrors. They are Wilkins brothers through and through. Bickering all day long and completely inseparable.”
“Don’t listen to her,” Jake said. “They are the sweetest little guys ever. More like their mama than their dad or uncle.”
“I’m sure Regi doesn’t detect even a hint of bias in that.” She smiled broadly at her before she turned to Jake. “I’m going to go up and order room service.”
“I thought you wanted a drink,” he said.
Lainey shook her head. “I was only keeping you company,” she answered. “Now you can stay here with Regi and catch up.”
“Oh, okay,” he answered.
Lainey reached over and took Regina’s hand. “It was so great to see you. Don’t be a stranger. You still have plenty of friends in Cossville.”
“Thank you.”
The woman then turned a dazzling smile on Jake and gave his arm a familiar squeeze.
Regi watched the woman walk away and found herself struggling against the inexplicable urge to cry. Of course he would be married. He was a getting-married kind of guy. He always had been.
He’d always wanted to marry Regi.
It was meant to be the biggest social event the town had ever seen. The First Methodist Church was stuffed to the rafters with white bows and floral displays. Everybody who was anybody was seated in the pews. And all those who’d managed to remain un-notable were there as well, making it a very tight fit. The town’s two most prominent families were being united in marriage. But it wasn’t simply that. Regi Hurley and Jake Wilkins, top students in class, were both friendly and popular. Regi and Jake. Jake and Regi. They were like salt and pepper. Like ham and eggs. No one ever thought of them separately, it was always together. Maybe that was why they were chosen “Cutest Couple” in the high school’s yearbook three years in a row.
They’d been going steady since the summer before freshman year. He’d given her a promise ring on the night of Senior Prom. They’d gotten officially engaged over a spring break vacation in college and now, both graduates with bright futures, the vows were exactly what everyone expected.
So it had come as quite a surprise when Regina Hurley, in a flowing gown of pure white, full-length veil and eight-foot train, stood on her father’s arm at the entry to the sanctuary. She gazed down the aisle at the man she loved and then turned to her dad and said, “I can’t do this. Get me out of here.”
“Gin and tonic,” Jake said to the bartender as he seated himself on the stool next to her. “How have you been?” he asked, conversationally. “Since your parents retired to the lake, I don’t get much news about you anymore.”
Had people given him news about her? Regi was surprised by that. She’d always discouraged her family from even mentioning his name. Perhaps because all they ever told her was how sad and lost and heartbroken he was. She’d felt guilty enough. She didn’t need reminders of how she’d hurt him. So she’d stopped the flow of information.
“It really is a great surprise to catch you here alone at the bar. I hope I’m not intruding,” he said. “Were you waiting on someone?”
“Not anyone in particular,” she answered.
He gave her a little half smile of confusion.
Regi deliberately kept her expression serene. She was not going to have him thinking that her life had turned into a series of lonely evenings drinking in bars. “Those of us who travel for business get to know each other,” she told him, honestly. “Once you’ve been delayed in Delhi for seventeen hours, you feel like those with you are friends.”
He nodded and smiled. She loved that smile.
“So is it still exciting, all those new places and new people?”
Regi shrugged. “Honestly, it’s a job,” she told him. “Some days it’s the best job in the world, and some days it’s all I can do to keep going. I’m sure working in your business is a lot like that too.”
“Fair enough,” he agreed.
He tapped his fingernails absently on the bar.
She took a sip of wine. The silence lingered between them.
“She’s lovely, by the way,” Regi said.
His brow momentarily furrowed. “Who? Oh, Lainey. Yeah, she’s turned out to be a nice looking woman. I remember when I used to think she was like a capital L. Straight up and down, but with very long feet.”
Regi managed a smile. “And two kids… wow.”
“Yeah, amazing, huh. And she’s a good mom. She does payroll for the company and has never missed a day of work. Brought the babies as newborns to the office. I went charging in there one day to ask a question and got a big surprise. She’s sitting at her desk, typing one handed with a baby at her breast.”
They laughed together and Regi stifled an unwelcome stab of jealousy.
His drink showed up and he stirred it with the straw.
“I still find it hard to believe that you’re married with a family and nobody ever said a word.”
A strange look crossed his face and Regi realized how that must have sounded.
As if she expected him to carry a torch for her forever. To pine away in love for her, like she was the only woman in the world. To feel forever that a piece of him had been torn away, never to heal.
The way that she felt.
Clearly, Jake had moved on.
*
When he’d seen her sitting at the bar he couldn’t believe it, then he couldn’t breathe. His first instinct was to pull her into his arms. Thankfully, he didn’t do that. He didn’t really know what he did. He muttered something about the convention and the business, but he could hardly hear his own words over the alarm bells going off in his head.
She was here. She was here, now. She was here with him. So many times he’d prayed for it. So many nights he’d dreamed of it. Now suddenly, unexpectedly, it was happening. And he couldn’t even think.
Fortunately, Lainey sailed into the breach. Unfailingly cheery and chatty, his sister-in-law was enough of a distraction to allow him to get a rein on headlong rush of his heart. He composed himself. Pulled his fantasies back into reality. Regi had not coming running back
to him. He had only run into her. He could not react as if she were the love of his life. She was a near stranger, who he had once known so very, very well.
When Laney left, he seated himself at the barstool beside her and followed her lead into small talk. She was vaguely smiling, so he wasn’t sure if she was interested or just polite. He got her to laugh. It was a sound he remembered. Their love had been rife with laughter.
“I still find it hard to believe that you’re married with a family.”
For a microsecond he was clueless about what she meant. Then the truth flooded in with incredulity. Regi thought Lainey was married to him.
His first impulse was to set her straight, but he didn’t. Something silenced his voice long enough to think of the long game. Maybe it was better this way. If he wasn’t available, she couldn’t reject him. And if she couldn’t reject him, then he could relax and truly enjoy this unexpected gift of time with her.
“What about you?” he asked, instead. “Have you settled on one of these international road warriors for happily ever after?”
She laughed, but it sounded a bit self-conscious. “You know me,” she pointed out. “Marriage is not really my thing.”
He laughed along with her and was glad that they could laugh together.
“Relationships on the road are very different.” She held her chin high, her demeanor almost defensive. “There’s not really any ‘dating’ as such. You meet up with someone, you enjoy their company, and maybe you hook up. In the morning you both feel great and he heads off to Beijing, while you catch a plane to Bucharest.”
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