Tina Wainscott

Romantic Times – Vegas

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13Thirty Books (April 18, 2016)
ISBN-13: 978-0692667279 ♦ ISBN-10: 

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A collection of short stories all centered around the Excelsior Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas! Whatever kind of story you like, you’ll be sure to find it!

For decades the towering hotel has been the subject of incredible stories and rumors that have kept it in the public eye the world around. Why have so many lovers been mysteriously, magically, magnetically drawn to this magnificent edifice? And why now have so many bestselling authors at last come together to reveal the adventures of these lovers who have stayed at the glorious Excelsior?

My story

Kate’s brother has disappeared, leaving only a cryptic note and the name of the man she gave up so she could care for her bipolar twin. On the last day of the deadline that Sam gave her to let him be part of her crazy life, they must work together to find her twin, who’s given them a deadline of his own…

 

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I knew the moment I walked into the apartment that my brother was gone. And I mean gone, gone, like on another “deep, dark plunge,” his term for it. Maybe it was the twin thing. Maybe I was just bone-wearily experienced at sensing it.

Oscar’s room was as cave-like as ever, with foil sealed tight over the one window. Posters tacked to the walls reflected his bipolar states: Zoolander and Nightmare on Elm Street. I inched toward the closet, my hand frozen in a claw as I gripped the round handle and pulled.

I breathed out in a gust, half laugh, half sigh of relief. No Oscar hanging there.

He didn’t answer my call and text. I ran into the kitchen and checked our DPOC notepad, the “designated place of communication,” as he called it. Only one thing was scrawled on it in Oscar’s jagged handwriting: my ex-boyfriend’s name.

What?

Oscar hated Sam with more passion than I could imagine. Possibly because I loved him with more passion than I could have imagined. Oscar’s outbursts increased during the six months we dated, clearly threatened by my feelings for Sam. It was stupid of me, thinking I could have a life. Love. I could never put my brother in a mental hospital, and I couldn’t expect any man to co-exist with him.

With Sam, I had broken my biggest rule—never fall in love.

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