Hairstylist Azalea March is looking forward to a wild weekend in Las Vegas with her friends. Oh, sure, they’re supposed to be there on business, attending the biggest hair show on the west coast, but that doesn’t mean they can’t have a little fun. But fun quickly turns to drama. On the first morning of the show, Dhane, the biggest celeb of the hair-styling world, is found dead. As it urns out Azalea’s friend, Vivian, not only knew Dhane, but the tale she weaves of how they met is faker than a showgirl’s uh… assets. When Vivian confesses to the murder and is arrested, Azalea knows there’s no way she could have done it and suspects Vivian may be trying to protect someone. But who?
Azalea now has to convince Alex, the sexy detective from her past, to help her prove Vivian’s innocence and comb through clues more twisted than a spiral perm. But the truth is stranger than anything found on the Las Vegas Strip, and proving Vivian’s innocence turns out to be more difficult than transforming a brunette into a blonde.
My new novel, Dyed and Gone, takes place at a hair show in the crazy that is Las Vegas. Sin City has earned the tag line What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas for a reason.
I have my own What Happened in Vegas story. It starts with Mr Y and I being invited to stand up for our friends at their Las Vegas wedding. We had gone out for a little over two years and then we broke up. We were still broken up when we went with our friends to Vegas.
Long story short…we didn’t come home broken up and we got married three months later (but not in Vegas). We’ve been married for almost 22 years now.
Do you have a What Happened in Vegas story…one you’d be willing to share?
Richard and I shot Juan Carlos a startled glance. Either he’d been faking sleep or our conversation had woken him up. He looked focused and ready for action, not at all like the wreck he’d been earlier.
“What did you hear?” I asked him.
“Almost all of it. Vivian needs our help and we’re going to give it to her.” Juan Carlos swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He weaved a little and grabbed his head.
“Easy.” Richard rushed to his side. “Here, have some water. And we should probably get some food in you.” He looked to me.
“Right. Okay. We’ll grab some food, then head down to the convention center. But first we need to call James.” The thought of calling Vivian’s boyfriend gave me some measure of courage and purpose.
“Oh, I forgot all about James. That’s a good idea. He has that hot friend who’s a cop. Call him—he’ll know what to do.”
I shot back the rest of my whiskey, my cheeks burning as badly as my stomach lining.
The hot cop Juan Carlos was talking about was Alex Craig.
We’d met at Vivian and James’s New Year’s party. He’d asked me out. We went on a couple of dates and had hit it off…or so I’d thought. He said he’d call and then had somehow lost all knowledge of how to use a phone. He was the reason I’d sworn off men and had been binge-buying Laura Ashley dresses.
As much as I hated to admit it, he was probably Vivian’s best chance. Still, the idea of my having to deal with this particular police officer was right up there with having a root canal or a gynecological exam by a doctor with unusually large hands.
About the Author
Best selling author, Beth Yarnall, writes romantic suspense, mysteries and the occasional hilarious tweet. A storyteller since her playground days, Beth remembers her friends asking her to make up stories of how the person ‘died’ in the slumber party game Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board, so it’s little wonder she prefers writing stories in which people meet unfortunate ends. In middle school she discovered romance novels, which inspired her to write a spoof of soap operas for the school’s newspaper. She hasn’t stopped writing since.
For a number of years, Beth made her living as a hairstylist and makeup artist and co-owned a salon. Somehow hairstylists and salons always seem to find their way into her stories. Beth lives in Orange County, California with her husband, two sons, and their rescue dog where she is hard at work on her next novel.