It all started with a plan.
Not my plan, mind you, but that of my super-talented Vegas conference roommate, Delilah Marvelle . . . who always seems to find ways to smack into adventure (read: trouble). Delilah writes erotic historical romance, and craves any bit of knowledge she can get about how her characters might have lived. So I’m never surprised when she goes after research material. Hence this particular evening.
Her text message: “There is a place that does absinthe. I have to go. Will you go with me?”
Absinthe? Uh. . . no. Wasn’t that drink illegal? (By the way, Delilah does plan to post the history of absinthe, so check her blog!)
I’d planned to go to a really rousing game of bingo with other Entangled Publishing authors in our publisher’s suite.
So. Delilah, being who she is, went without me. Without anyone, actually. (What can I say? We opted for bingo.)
But I first made sure to note where she was headed, the time she’d be back, her promise not to talk to strangers or weirdos – at which point she reminded me we were in Vegas, which meant her agreement would equal a boring evening so why bother to go? *Sigh* I hate when she makes a good point. . ..
Anyway, all was well until this exchange at 10:31 PM –
Delilah: “On second one. OmG, awesome.”
Me: “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
Then nothing. Nada. Lights out. Not a peep.
I wasn’t concerned. After all, she was a grown-ass woman who was capable of taking care of herself. Right?
Then again, this was Vegas.
I got to thinking that as far as stress levels went, for the Peanut M&M-eating heroine in my book, MERGER OF THE HEART, this whole adventure would’ve started out as a one bag crisis (eaten because she couldn’t decide which lounge outfit should be worn to the bingo game), then quickly escalated to two bags with the last of Delilah’s texts.
But it only got worse.
Join me at the next Travel Bug Tuesday as the adventure continues. . ..