Temptation Town by Mike Dennis Read Free Book Online

Downtown Deal ,
is also currently available.
    Mike also has published short stories for
Kindle, including Between The Devil And
The Deep Blue Eyes and The Session. Also, a collection of short stories, Bloodstains On The Wall is available .  In
addition, his stories have been published in A Twist Of Noir, Mysterical e,
Powder Burn Flash, Slow Trains, and The Wizards Of Words 2009 Anthology .
    Mike has an experimental rockabilly novel, Cadillac's Comin' , a hard tale of the
chaotic early days of rock & roll. It's now available.
    In late 2010, Mike moved back to Key West,
where he enjoys year-round island living with his wife Yleana, whom he married
on a warm night in December of 2012, on the rooftop of an apartment building in
Havana, Cuba.

 
    Contact Mike Dennis / [email protected]

 
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    OTHER BOOKS
BY MIKE DENNIS

 
 
    The Key West Nocturnes Series
    SETUP ON FRONT STREET
    THE GHOSTS OF HAVANA
    MAN-SLAUGHTER
    THE GUNS OF MIAMI (coming soon)
    Available in digital and paperback

 
 
    The Jack Barnett/Las Vegas Series
    TEMPTATION TOWN
    HARD CASH
    THE DOWNTOWN DEAL
    Available in digital and paperback

 
 
    BLOODSTAINS ON THE WALL
    Three
stories from the dark side
    Available in digital and paperback

 
 
    THE TAKE
    A novel of
human desperation
    Available in digital and paperback

 
 
    CADILLAC'S COMIN '
    A rock
& roll novel
    Available in digital and paperback

 
 
    BETWEEN THE DEVIL AND
    THE DEEP BLUE EYES
    A Las Vegas
noir short story
    Available in digital only

 
 
    THE SESSION
    A short
story of broken dreams
    Available in digital only

 
 
 
 
 
 
HERE IS AN EXCLUSIVE PREVIEW OF

 
    HARD CASH

 
    The second
installment in the
    Jack Barnett/Las
Vegas series
    by Mike Dennis

 
    A NOVELETTE

 
    NOW AVAILABLE

 
    HARD CASH
    © Mike Dennis, 2011

 
 
 
 
    I

 
 
    THERE’S this place in Las Vegas they call the Neon Boneyard. It's where a lot of the
old casino and hotel/motel signs are stored. They call it a museum, kind of
like the city's version of the Guggenheim, but the place is really nothing more
than a big walled-in outdoor lot in a pretty creepy neighborhood on the north
rim of downtown.
    You go there and you'll see those old neon giants
sitting on the ground, unlit, ghostly shadows of their glorious selves back
when they towered majestically over bustling boulevards.
    I took a guided tour of the Boneyard one cold
February afternoon, and somewhere near the end of the tour guide's spiel, I
split myself off from the rest of the group to explore on my own. I wandered to
a remote corner of the lot where I stood alone under the chill blue sky,
without the chattering guide. Dwarfed among the enormous signs, I could feel the
spooky silence. Like they were awaiting resurrection.
    I wanted to soak up a little local culture. I've
been living in Las Vegas ever since I moved up from LA almost two years ago,
back in the spring of 2001. All I really knew about this city was what I'd
heard, so I thought I'd get out and see some history, or what passes for
history around here.
    A town like this, you don't have to dig too deep
to uncover the past.

 
    ≈≈≈

 
    Following the tour, I
stepped out of the Boneyard lot onto the sidewalk. As I climbed into my car
half a block away, I heard a sudden, violent thump to my immediate left. I spun
around to see a man tumble hard to the pavement not fifteen feet away. The tan
cargo van that hit him squealed wide around the corner, weaving across both
lanes of Wilson Avenue, and sped toward Maryland Parkway, where it would
eventually melt into northside traffic. I caught printing on the side and back
of the van, but I couldn't grab the plate number.
    I rushed to