Book Cover: My Vegas Comeback

In Vegas everything is a gamble, including love.

Ruby Kendall needs a chance to make a comeback. Her voice made her a legendary singer in Las Vegas, but a scandalous divorce from her scumbag manager has left her unemployable. She’s broke and desperate. But is she ready to take that chance with the man she loved but turned her back on eight long years ago?

Anthony Rosas lost the love of his life when he forced Ruby to choose between their love and her career. Now he’s finally ready to take a gamble on love. This time, he’ll support the very career that took her from him. But he wants to be more than just her manager. He wants back the dreams they lost.

They come together with a heated desire that the years couldn’t extinguish. But the odds are against them. In 1950’s Vegas, a divorced lounge singer is hardly suitable wife material. Not to mention her abusive ex, his disapproving parents, and the fact that Ruby is all out of trust.

Can they beat the seemingly insurmountable odds and let true love win this second time around?


“Come sing for me,” he said.

“Before we eat? I need to warm up.”

Shutting the door behind her, he took the bag and placed it on the table by the door where he kept his keys and wallet.

She shook her head. “What about our food?”

With a flustered sigh, Anthony took her by the arm and led her to the piano. He sat, ran through the keys quickly, then handed her the paper with the lyrics. He centered the staff sheet on his piano. “Sing that.”

“You wrote the music.” Her voice was breathless. If she were another woman, jewelry might elicit such a powerful response. But not Ruby—her heart lay with the melody. Settling on the bench beside him, she said, “Scoot over.”


He did, the two of them just fitting together on the seat. He began to play, and she opened her mouth, letting loose with the lyrics on longing for a man she could never have that she’d written days ago. The expected way to go would’ve been something fast, up-tempo, but Anthony knew slowing things down would make the song hit all the right marks.

When she finished she turned to him. Tears welled in her eyes before one plump teardrop coursed down her cheek. “You wrote me a song.”

“We wrote the song, Red. It was your words that made it beautiful. And your voice. I could listen to you sing all day.”

She tangled her hands together in her lap with a shake of her head. “Do you have any idea how much this means to me?”

So many things he could say. Something flippant, like, It’s no big deal. But it was a big deal. He didn’t share his songwriting with anyone, not anymore. “There’s nowhere for you to sing it, not yet. But I promise I won’t let you down. You’ll be playing your own songs in a packed nightclub before I’m finished.”

She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes. Her hand reached out to brush his cheek, and he went very still. “I believe you. More than that … I trust you. I always have.”

Saving him from having to come up with a response, she leaned into him and brushed her lips against his own. Her soft lips like a feather fluttered against his mouth, his cheek, his neck.

“Ruby, I didn’t … I wasn’t trying …”

“Don’t say anything.” She pulled back but took his hand. “You wrote me a song.” She said it again, as if the words held the secret to all the things between them, the things that had kept him from touching her like he’d wanted to since the first day at her apartment.

And because the song meant so much, she offered him everything, anything. Twining her fingers through his own, he took her mouth in a kiss. Passion flared between them like lighting a match, making him hard. God, how he wanted her.

Before he could think of anything, of the reasons this might be wrong, he pulled her onto his lap and trailed kisses down her swanlike neck. Her hair, when he pushed it over her shoulder, fell like a curtain to reveal the back of her neck. He placed kisses there with reverence. He could spend days worshipping her, and it wouldn’t be enough. As he brushed his fingers over her shoulders, he couldn’t be more grateful she’d bared them today.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she held his gaze. “Make love to me. Please, make love to me now.”

In a second, he was up, lifting her from his lap, an arm under her knees and one around her waist. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t touch her, wouldn’t push her unless it was her idea. Now, finally, it was, and all he wanted to do was stop time.

Reviews:Dianne on Tome Tender wrote:

“A sweet love story with an edge and a possibility for dreams to come true!”

Chapter One

Chapter One is available here.

Book Cover: My Big Fat Vegas Wedding
Part of the Viva Las Vegas series:

A whirlwind wedding could solve all their problems…

Grace Winters needs money. A young widow with a stack of bills and a dead-end job, she’ll do anything to provide a home for her son. Anything but gamble—the Vegas vice that killed her husband.

Dominic Rosas needs a happy family—or at least the appearance of one—to buy out his father’s shares in the Lucky Star casino. When he finds himself wildly attracted to a down-on-her-luck waitress with a stubborn will and a sharp sense of humor, a hasty marriage seems the perfect solution.

They share a spark Grace has never felt before, giving her hope that maybe this time, marriage might work. But when she discovers Dominic is investing in the Lucky Star, the casino where her husband gambled away their future, Grace fears she’s placed her bets on the wrong man—again.


Dominic had sat on the stool nursing a cup of coffee for the last thirty minutes and, despite the laughter Grace had been able to pull from him, nothing had lessened his rage at his parents. He needed to kill a little more time, and that’s how he came to be sitting beside a beautiful woman in a cheap pink uniform that reminded him of a feminine, round birthday cake—except the curvy parts looked much more palatable. “So,” he began, hoping to hold her attention for a while longer, “why the bad day?”

In no hurry, she poured sugar from the glass dispenser into her coffee and stirred it with a spoon. “Why don’t you tell me about your day?”

“Because I want to know more about you.”

“Um…I live with my mother. I have a five-year-old son who, I have to admit, is a holy terror. Scared yet?” She had high cheekbones and a lush bottom lip that created a perfect heart when her mouth was pursed like it was this second.


Innocence, that’s what he sensed from her. And kindness. Maybe a shy sense of humor. What would she think of his life, the excesses he paid for, like laundry service, to make life simpler? She wasn’t like anyone he’d dated, women who owned lavish dresses that would put the cheap pink uniform to shame. And, yet…she’d snagged his attention.

“Doesn’t your husband help with the kid?” he asked.

She lifted her left hand and wiggled her fingers. “Widowed. Seriously widowed. He crashed his car, and it exploded.”

“I’m sorry.” He took a sip of his coffee, quiet for a moment.

“Thank you.” She dipped her head. “So, what about you? What’s your story?”

“My bad day? I had to fly all day to get back here because my parents were trying to institutionalize my sister so they could steal her inheritance. Lucky for them, my sister left me a message that she’s safe. That’s why I stopped here—to check in with my household manager.”

With a low whistle, Grace shook her head. “Your day is officially worse than mine. How does your wife feel about in-laws like that?”

“Never married.” He leaned closer, and her scent, oranges, surrounded him.

Grace looked around the diner like she might get up and end their conversation, so he rushed to fill the silence. “I manage a hotel in New York. I actually won an award last night—the hotel won an award. I’ve increased revenue by three-hundred percent since I became manager.”

“Very impressive.” She lifted a finger and twirled it to encompass the diner. “Coffee sales have increased by twenty percent since I started here.”

Dominic laughed, and she offered him a grin. “Is that right?” he asked.

“No, but it sounds good.” The grin slid off her face, and she heaved a sigh. “I should probably get back to work.”

He couldn’t simply let her go. He’d walk out of here and never see her again—unacceptable. “Come out with me tonight.”

“Are you going back home?”

“At some point.”

“That would be fun.” Standing from the stool, she shook her head slowly as she gathered up her coffee cup and saucer in one hand and picked up the pot with the other. “I don’t date for fun. I do nothing for fun reasons, not for two years now.”

“When your husband…?”

“Right.” He could see the struggle on her face, the frown furrowing between her brows. She might’ve said yes if she didn’t have so many responsibilities now. “No dates, but the consolation prize is pie.”

Something flowed between them, a thing he’d never experienced before. All he could say was, “I’ll take apple.”

“You got it. But, listen, the prize thing was a joke. You’ve got to pay for it.” He laughed deeply, the third time she’d done it to him. He couldn’t remember when he’d last laughed before coming in here. It was that as much as her beauty that attracted him.

Reviews:Dianne on Tome Tender wrote:

“A little humor, some intrigue and Vegas, where anything can happen! Definitely an entertaining read with some colorful characters from an era long past!”

on Books Laid Bare:

"The story was inviting, it drew me in and kept me captivated. Evocative and Engaging, this is one to savour."

"I love the way this author writes, there is a crispness to her work, especially her character conversations that ensures that no emotion is missed."

on The Genre Minx:

"If you are interested in a fictional romance piece set in the 1950’s with a truly authentic feel then My Big Fat Vegas Wedding is exactly what you are looking for. The story is crafted in such a way that you feel taken back into history."

"There is much to capture your interest during this story with the sweet romance, dramatic tension, and a spot of humor all wrapped up in a vintage feel."

"The interactions between Grace and Dominic are spot on for the era and you even get the bonus of slimy mobsters and their shenanigans."

Crystal on Goodreads wrote:

"What happens … is the basis for a wonderful story, where two people end up finding needed answers in each other--because of love. Great story, well-written (especially dialogue) and realistically told."

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Book Cover: My Fake Vegas Boyfriend
Part of the Viva Las Vegas series:

1958 Las Vegas. She can ruin his career. He can save her freedom. What's a little blackmail between strangers?

Layla Rosas has been burned too many times—by her cheating ex, her narcissist mother, and now her father who’ll put her in an asylum, for good this time, if she can’t settle down and be a good girl. She needs a quality boyfriend—now—to convince her dad she’s back on the straight and narrow.

Jace Russell is good at his job: keeping the wealthy elite who visit his casino safe and happy. When a photographer snaps career-ending shots of a client, it’s Jace’s duty to do whatever it takes to stop those photos from hitting the press.

Layla didn’t intend to take compromising shots, but that doesn’t mean she won’t use them. When Jace realizes a few fake dates are all she wants in exchange for the negatives, he’s all in—with the added agenda of getting the crazy but beautiful woman between his sheets. But Layla refuses to gamble her heart on the toe-curling kisses of a fake boyfriend. It’s just a few dates. How hard can it be?


The song changed to the one he’d requested, and the melody settled over them. He led her into a loose circle, his hand at the small of her back. She lifted her eyes, slowly, to meet his gaze and locked there. He leaned closer, then spun her away as the music’s tempo picked up. She met him move for move as he turned her on the floor then pulled her close again as the song slowed.

Her body flowed like music now, melting into his arms, and she closed her eyes as they swayed. The song picked up again, and he let it take control, guide him. When the music stopped, he pulled her in from one last turn, and they ended as they’d begun: in one another’s arms.

After a moment, they both looked around. A new song didn’t start, and people were simply staring at them. His breath came in short bursts. All of those people watching while he struggled not to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to the nearest bedroom, it made him furious.


Then, he decided to stop fighting it. He couldn’t not kiss her, and it wasn’t going to be the kind of kiss she’d want her parents hearing about. Her body shook against him, her lips open and inviting.

He released her, looking around at the partygoers already breaking apart and resuming their festivities. “Excuse us,” he said and took her hand to tug her through the crowd.

Down the hall, he opened the first unlocked door he found and gave her a gentle shove inside. He fumbled for the light, cursing softly. Finally, he switched it on and could make out a bed littered with jackets and evening wraps. He turned the door lock behind him because anyone who wanted their coat in the next fifteen minutes would have to wait.

Layla turned on him. “Why would you do that?”

He cupped her cheek in one hand, caressing the corner of her mouth with his thumb. He let the other hand drift to her hip and pull her close. So much like their dance, but so much more reckless. He knew that. He didn’t care.

She whispered his name, and he grazed her forehead with his lips. “Just a kiss.”

Layla nodded once, and he closed the distance slowly, until his mouth covered hers. He held himself back. Some part of him he didn’t even recognize wanted to pick her up, hike her dress to her waist, and bury himself inside her. Desire had never bit at him like this.

Forcing himself to keep his hands where they were, a delicious sort of torture, he drank her in with a kiss. He held it in check until she moaned breathlessly into his mouth. Pulling back, her cheeks were flushed.

Another shockwave crashed through him at the desire mirrored in her eyes. “Come home with me.” His voice came out hoarse, surprising him. He needed her as soon as he could get her into his car and drive her back to his suite.

“I can’t.”

“Are you... Have you never had a lover?” She wasn’t the type of woman he’d normally pursue. He typically found comfort with divorcées, women who wanted the same no-complication, no-promises relationships he preferred. Still, such a passionate woman, Layla seemed unlikely to have abstained all her life.

She barked a bitter laugh, not like her usual wickedly seductive laugh. He still held her face in his hands. She didn’t pull away, but breath stuttered from her, and she’d begun to tremble badly. “Please don’t make me tell you here,” she said. “I didn’t expect any of this. It’s happening so fast; my heart feels like it’s going to explode from my chest. But those people out there, they’re not my friends. I can’t talk about this here.”

The apprehension coming off her in waves cooled him like an icy shower. “All right.”

“Please don’t be angry.”

He let his hands drop. “Listen to me, I’m not angry. I’m going to take you home, walk you to your door, and say good night. Nothing else. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Her eyes fluttered shut. “Thank you.”

Right now, all he wanted to do was soothe her worry. He refrained from stroking her hair, from taking her in his arms again, worried she would misinterpret him. He didn’t even understand the wellspring of feelings her pleas had broken free.

Reviews:on Books Laid Bare:

“This is one you should read for yourself, it is fantastically well written, with amazing attention to details and beautiful descriptions...

There was a genuine understanding of the characters that powered its way through this story, one that seemed determined to give Layla and Jace an opportunity to express themselves.”

Kathy on Goodreads wrote:

“This story is well written, intriguing and entertaining. The characters were very well written and quite interesting and likable. This is a great read and … I highly recommend it.”

Nina Croft wrote:

"I absolutely loved these stories. Beautifully written, intense and emotional, they will immerse you in the wonderful atmosphere of 1950's Vegas and make you fall in love."

Dianna on Goodreads wrote:

“Lori Sizemore’s MY FAKE VEGAS BOYFRIEND is a tale of rolling the dice of chance and coming up a winner in the long run...

Little lightness, a little darkness and a whole lot of entertaining reading showcases Lori Sizemore’s talent as an author to its best potential!”

Barbara on Goodreads wrote:

“This is a very intriguing storyline that will hold you in its grasp to the very end. I recommend this book and look forward to future works from Ms. Sizemore.”

Cindy H. on Amazon wrote:

“You just have to read this book yourself; it's different, kooky, and totally believable, and will have you jumping up at the end yelling YES!”

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