Decades of Love Decades of Love
Anthology Historical Romance Go all in with romance with Decades of Love. Love hits the jackpot in these six seductive tales, each set in a different decade in the hottest, wildest, most sinful of cities - Las Vegas. Mobsters and G-men, cowboys and showgirls, singers and dancers, and even a knight in shining armor find that Sin City is more than just America’s playground. Vegas is the place to bet on love.
Excerpt Sarah desperately wanted to know his answer. But, she didn’t want him to know that she was desperate to hear it. He reached for the check. “How much do I owe?” She asked. “I’ve got this.” Kyle stated, pulling out his wallet. “Do you park in the southwest lot? The one near the arena entrance?” “Thanks. And yes. Why?” And why haven’t you answered my question? “I’ll walk you to your car. You ready?” She looked at her nearly empty coffee cup. They hadn’t talked as long as she wanted to, and now he seemed to want to end their visit. Obviously something was bugging him. Perhaps she shouldn’t have asked him what he said in the letter. He’d probably told her he didn’t like her, and now was embar46 | UncagedBooks.com
sneakpeek rassed to admit it. But, she remembered it was his first day in the show the next day, so perhaps he just wanted to get a good night’s sleep. Or, perhaps he did feel too uncomfortable to answer her question. That was probably it. She shouldn’t have asked. “I’m ready. Thanks for the coffee.” She smiled, though it wasn’t genuine. She slid out of the booth and he followed. “I’ll let you lead the way. You know where we’re going,” he said. They passed the lobby check-in area, which was the most elegantly decorated area of the resort. It was decorated to look like a medieval castle, but, overall, it looked more like a cartoon because of the bright colors the architects chose for the exterior. The check-in area had some stone walls with crests hanging on them. There was even an oversized stone fireplace, the kind you’d find in a real castle of old. It was the only part of the interior of the hotel that actually looked like a medieval castle. They opened the door and stepped into the brisk September night. It was still about 65°, even though it was almost midnight. Las Vegas was funny that way. Sometimes, there seemed to be no transitional seasons, only winter or summer. Hot or cold. “I’m over there.” She indicated, pointing to the third row. When they got to her little, blue Ford Escort, she turned to Kyle. “Thanks again. I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. Get some rest. The Black Night has important work to do tomorrow.” She smiled. “By the way, congratulations. That’s a great role to land.” She reached in her bag for her keys when he caught her in a hug and pulled her to him. He squeezed her tight against him and for longer than was necessary for a friendly hug, rocking her back and forth.
Published on Mar 1, 2017