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Is Your Vegas Showing?
Since I’m a Las Vegan, I’ll be kicking off my first blog with a bit of Las Vegas flair. Yes that’s right – I’m a virgin blogger! Please feel free to leave a comment sharing your favorite Las Vegas experience or any other crazy vacation destination.
Here’s the opening line and excerpt from my debut novel No More Wasted Time.
Tess Matthews nearly ran face first into the biggest pair of boobs she’d ever seen.
“Holy shit! Whew. That was close.”
The Las Vegas airport bustled with tourists hoping to win millions, party like a rock star or pretend to be someone else for a weekend. The sweltering July heat always brought the craziest of crazies to town and today was no exception.
“That might’ve hurt.” Tess’ oldest daughter Tracy giggled. “You would’ve had two black eyes.”
“Two huge black eyes.” Her youngest daughter JC clarified, elbowing Tess in the ribs, encouraging her to peek at the elderly couple dressed-to-impress Vegas style. As if she hadn’t just collided with another woman’s vast amount of cleavage because of them. Her daughters pointed at the woman in her late seventies sporting bleach blond hair, red six-inch heels, black spandex pants and a form fitting purple shirt. Her spray-tanned, saggy arm clung to the shoulder of a frail man dressed in black leather pants and vest.
“Wow, Mom, was that a smile?” JC asked sarcastically.
Tess ignored the comment. “Did you put copies of your passports in each of your suitcases in case it gets lost or stolen? Be sure to keep your phone in your…”
“Front pocket, we’ve got it. You’ve gone over this ten times already.” JC rolled her eyes.
“You know we’ll be responsible.” Tracy reminded her. “Look Mom, it took me two months of bribing JC with Starbucks to get her to come with me and I planned this entire trip by myself. I’ve been dreaming of going to France, Venice and Rome for-”
“Don’t forget about Greece.” JC interrupted. “That’s where all the really hot guys are going to be. According to the movies I’ve seen, Mr. tall, dark, and handsome is going to be waiting for us when we step off the plane.”
“Mom, are you sure you don’t want to come with us to Europe? It’d be so much more fun.” Tracy asked as they passed through airport security.
“Yeah, come with us. There might even be cute old men your age.” JC hunched her lean body forward, imitating an old man using a cane as she peered through her long caramel hair.
“Thanks, JC. Thanks a lot. Maybe you could even drum me up a guy without a wheelchair or a walker or a cane, since they’d be my age.” Tess joked back, completely conscious of her forty-four years.
“Maybe you’ll find a hunky Polynesian fire dancer in Bora Bora,” JC’s jade eyes sparkled mischievously.
“All right, that’s enough out of you, missy. I have no interest in hunky fire dancers.”
“Maybe it’s about time you get interested,” JC mumbled under her breath.