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Title: Road Trip
Author: AF Henley
Publisher: Less Than Three Press
Genre/Sub-Genre: Contemporary, Gay
For as long as Boyd can remember, he’s been pushing pins into a map. Carson City, Las Vegas, Albuquerque—all places he wants to see, for a dozen different reasons that wouldn’t mean a thing to anyone else. When he finally gets a chance to purchase the ’69 Road Runner of his dreams, at a price that even he can manage, Boyd jumps at the opportunity.
Oliver seems like just another kid with a broken dream when their paths cross in Vegas. Against Boyd’s better judgment, he offers to let Oliver hitch along for the ride when Oliver confides the need to get out and get gone.
But it’s not long before Boyd realizes Oliver’s reasons for running are more complicated—and more dangerous—than Oliver let on. But Boyd doesn’t like people who play hardball, and he definitely doesn’t like people messing with a man who’s managed to light a fuse that Boyd forgot he had.
A Giveaway and Blog Tour for my newest release… Road Trip
The Thrill of Las Vegas
As fun as that last post was to write, I’m more than sure you’d prefer to read about the story. What I really wanted to do was tell you all about the cool places that Boyd got to along his road trip – so let’s begin at the beginning (as my Mother used to say, far too often, and most of the time rightly so). And as much as there were stops before this one, I really can’t say that they were beginning. No… that would be Vegas.
Welcome to Las Vegas!
In Road Trip, the main character, Boyd, takes a moment to reflect on how Vegas should definitely be seen for the first time at night. One can hardly blame him. Neon displays, dancing water, rainbows of constantly moving color… it’s a view that’s at once breathtaking, and at the same time overwhelming. It’s a city full of crazy, but it’s also romantic, sexy, and exciting.
Here are a few facts about Las Vegas, as shared by the official website of the City of Las Vegas:
- The city of Las Vegas celebrated its 100th birthday on May 15, 2005. The event celebrated the May 15, 1905 land auction when 110 acres of land in downtown Las Vegas were auctioned off.
- A 1910 law made it illegal to gamble in Las Vegas. The Nevada Legislature later approved a legalized gambling bill in 1931.
- The first hotel and casino to open in Las Vegas was the Golden Gate Hotel and Casino in 1906.
- The Moulin Rouge, the city’s first racially integrated hotel, opened in 1955.
- In 1957, topless showgirls debuted on the Las Vegas Strip in “Minsky’s Follies” at the Dunes.
- The famous “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign was created in 1959 by Betty Willis.
- In 2011, more than 368 million people visited Las Vegas. Compare this to 1970 when a mere 6.7 million people visited the city.
- The famous Las Vegas strip is for the most part, not within the city limits of Las Vegas. The majority of the strip is located within Clark County.
- A marriage license costs $60 in Nevada. Many couples choose to marry in Nevada because there is no blood test or waiting period.
And here are a few more super cool stories, found by wandering the lands of the Interwebs. Are they all true? Let’s hope so…
- Open containers are allowed in public, as long as the establishment where you bought your drink allowed you to leave the premises with it and your drink isn’t in a metal or glass container. However, open containers are not allowed within 1,000 feet of a school, place of worship, or hospital.
- To the surprise of many, prostitution in Las Vegas and Clark County is illegal.
- Mafia member Ben “Bugsy” Siegel built and opened The Flamingo Hotel – Casino with mob money in 1946. The mob “retired” him in 1947 for overspending (and possibly skimming) while completing the project. He was murdered in his girlfriend’s home while sitting on the couch reading the LA Times.
- Former mayor Oscar Goodman (highly noted as one of Vegas’ most ‘in tune’ mayors) got his start as a young criminal defense attorney taking on the cases of some of the city’s most notorious mobsters. He often attended public events with showgirls at his side, sipping a martini, and he referred to himself as “The Happiest Mayor in the Universe.” He caused quite an uproar during a Q&A with a 4th grade class, when he responded that his favorite pastime was drinking gin. When questioned about it, Goodman said, “I can’t tell a lie. If they didn’t want the answer the kid shouldn’t have asked the question.”
- While Las Vegas has approximately 500,000 citizens, Clark County has approximately 1,500,000.
- Howard Hughes once responded to a directive to vacate the Desert Inn Hotel and Casino by buying the property. Then he went on a hotel buying spree, purchasing Castaways, the Landmark, New Frontier, the Sands, and the Silver Slipper. Hughes’ purchase of much of the Strip signaled the beginning of the end of the mob’s control of the city.
- Bally’s Hotel and Casino uses an estimated 1,000,000 rolls of toilet tissue annually.
- “The Black Book” is a list of all known disreputable persons that are not allowed entry into gambling facilities, after facing down a hearing with the Nevada Gambling Tribune. Once a person makes it into the book it is all but impossible to get one’s name removed, and the penalty for entering a casino thereafter is punishable by up to a year in jail. Casinos that allow these people to gamble are also held liable, without exception. Frank Sinatra had to forfeit his gaming license after allowing mob boss Sam Giancana to visit his hotel.
- Approximately 315 marriages are performed daily.
- There are 15,000 miles of neon tubing on the strip and downtown.
Here’s a cool aerial view of Vegas at night that I found on YouTube.
(This video is not mine, and I make no claims to it. I’ve only included it in the post for information purposes. Please leave your love for the creator if you enjoy it.)
I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t think of a more perfect spot for our two boys to meet. 😀
It was just another day—just another twenty-four hour period between all the rest of them. Sure, thirty-five years prior, Boyd’s mother had been forcing out a nine-pound, some-odd-ounces mound of entirely unimpressed infant from the depths of her lady parts, but Boyd figured that was an event that should win her more kudos than it should him. As far as celebrating his birthday went, Boyd’s big plan was the acquisition of a bottle of Jim Beam, followed by the slow-but-steady process of sipping himself into an alcohol-induced stupor.
It hadn’t taken long for thirty-five to catch up to him, and it was one of those birthdays where three and a half decades hit like seven. His back ached from sprawling on cold concrete for too many hours. His finger joints burned from years of gripping air tools and turning wrenches. He was bitter and disillusioned, tired and worn out, and doing his best not to lament over the possibility that life truly was as good as it was going to get.
Until he saw the email.
The auto trader website had promised the best deals in the country delivered directly to one’s inbox, free of charge. Simply enter some personal info, vehicle preferences, and wait. Boyd had been a member for almost four years, but it had got to the point where most of the ‘awesome’ notifications were marked and deleted before they were even read. This one had pictures, though, and even if it would take his ancient computer several minutes to chug them into existence, opening it would mean Boyd could live vicariously with somebody else’s chromed baby for a few moments.
The car was a beauty. The body was mint, the engine supposedly ran like a clock, and it was drive-away ready. So when he saw the price, Boyd almost ignored it. A typo, he assumed. Someone forgot a one. An asking price of six-point-two was unheard of. He even went so far as to close and delete the email, to shut down his computer, locate his keys, and head for the front door before he reconsidered. Because, what if…?
What if finally…?
About the Author:
Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.
A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.
Henley has been proudly working with LT3 since 2012, and has been writing like mad ever since—an indentured servant to the belief that romance and true love can mend the most broken soul. Even when presented in prose.
Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/A.-F.-Henley/e/B00FIODWSK/
Publisher’s Page: http://www.lessthanthreepress.com/author-a-f-henley/
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
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