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Moonlit Romance will release What Happens in Vegas by Dayne Gearner next Friday. In the meantime, enjoy the excerpt.

What Happens in Vegas
by Dayne Gearner

Sheryl Garland woke up with a pounding headache, a dry mouth and no bones inside her muscles. She gave an experimental eye blink, and when that proved successful, she tried to breathe. That proved successful also. Wow, when had she ever felt this bad before? Oh, yeah, the last time she had a hangover.

Sheryl didn't know much, but she knew that she felt like she’d come out on the losing end of a war with a Brahma bull. She knew she could move three or four muscles, but most of all, she knew that she didn’t know where she was. She decided to risk another movement. She sat up in bed and knew at once that she'd made a mistake.

Sheryl was thinking about lifting her head again when a hand on her arm caused her head to lift without conscious effort. Sheryl gasped and turned. The hand belonged to a sleeping man who appeared to be sharing the bed with her. Funny, but she couldn’t seem to remember how he got there. She couldn’t even remember how she got there.

Well, that’s just great, she thought to herself. Here you are in bed with a man you don’t even know, in a room you’ve never seen before, with a pounding hangover, and not an ounce of energy to get out of bed. What a mess!

Without thinking about it, her eyes strayed to where his hand grasped her arm. Even in his sleep, he seemed to need to know that she was there. Her eyes trailed up his arm to see broad shoulders, a farmer's tan, perfect features and wavy blond hair.

Oh, he was good looking, all right, but Sheryl had never seen him before. At least not when she was sober.