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Title: Wildcat in Moscow
Author: Storm Chase
Genre: Erotic Romance (Organized Crime Thriller)
Tour Organizer: DRC Promotions
Synopsis
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Review
This is the book about Chelsea and Vladimir who appear to be total opposites in all things. She is a supporter of all things green and always supporting one activist group or another and he is Russian mafia, pimp extraordinaire, and rumored abuser of women. But sometimes looks can be very deceiving and you should never believe everything you read.
This book was captivating in many ways and I found the more I read the deeper into the story I got. The twists and turns were very interesting and when I came to the end I was truly shocked when all the secrets were finally revealed. My exact words were OMG I never would have guessed that about him. That's what a great writer does, a great writer will put different things in her story that will have you believing you know what's going on then suddenly, BAM, the truth comes out and you will be shocked completely.
The characters are well developed and the story just flows and it's entertaining, mixing mystery, romance and a bit of drama. Yes, I didn't give any of the story away because this is a book worth reading!
There are to be more stories in this series and I'm looking forward to read more from this author.
Review by Tammy
Excerpt
The bouncer at the door wasn’t too pleased at the sight of Chelsea’s parka or her Save The Rainforest t-shirt, but when she smiled sweetly and mentioned George’s name, he reconsidered and let her in.
The club was loud, crowded with groups of half-drunk rowdy men and very, very pink. The walls, tables and even the bar stools were a uniform creamy rose that exactly matched the skin tones of half a dozen scantily clad girls dancing on a stage. From a distance it looked as though six sets of tiny bikinis were gyrating to the beat of the music.
“Surreal,” Chelsea said out loud. Still laughing, she turned and bumped up against someone.
“Surreal?” a voice repeated with amusement. “That’s not an expression I’ve heard used here before.”
“Sorry,” Chelsea said automatically. “I didn’t see you.” She looked up and stepped back instinctively.
His short cropped blond hair and lean aquiline features were classic but the hard grey eyes and deadpan expression screamed danger.
I shouldn’t have come here, Chelsea thought.
As if sensing her thoughts, he smiled slightly. “No problem.” He looked her over critically. He spoke fluently but with a rough inflection that was definitely foreign. “You don’t belong here,” he said bluntly. “Why are you here?”
“I’ve come to look for someone,” Chelsea stammered.
“Who?”
Chelsea wanted to tell him to mind his own business but realised that he might be able to help her. “I’m looking for friends of George McAllister.”
He frowned down at her. “But not for McAllister himself,” he noted.
“Do you know him?” Chelsea asked. “He comes in here pretty often, two or three times a week I think.”
He said nothing and Chelsea could read nothing from his expression.
“If you know him, maybe you can help me,” Chelsea pleaded. “It won’t take long and I have money.” He frowned at her. “I mean, I can buy you a drink,” Chelsea faltered.
The hard grey eyes looked her over again, resting on her hair, her t-shirt and her jeans. Despite the thick parka, Chelsea suddenly felt naked. Resisting the impulse to run away, she stood her ground determinedly.
“I’ve met him,” he finally conceded.
“Then can we talk?”
“He’s bad news. Not the sort of person you should be hanging out with.”
“You don’t understand. I’m in real trouble. Please, I just need a few minutes of your time.”
“Vlad, are you coming?” A tall blonde in a sequined black cocktail dress appeared at his side. She looked at Chelsea and seeing the thick parka dismissed her instantly. “I’m thirsty,” the blonde said while taking his arm possessively.
Vlad, Chelsea thought. Short for Vladimir. Russian. And by the look of his dark blue silk shirt and slim gold watch, a rich one too. One of those business moguls, she thought to herself, vaguely remembering stories in the newspapers of Russian oil and telecommunication billionaires.
Vladimir shrugged the girl off. “Go sit. I’ll be there in a moment,” he said.
“But the others have just arrived,” the blonde pouted. “They’ll be expecting you to join them.”
“So they’ll wait a bit,” Vladimir said coldly. “Go on. I want to talk to this girl here.” With a malevolent glance at Chelsea the girl flounced off.
“Thanks,” Chelsea said gratefully. “I really appreciate your helping me.”
“I haven’t said I will yet,” he answered.
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About The Author:
Delicious
novels with fully depicted love scenes that straddle the categories of
Romance and Erotica with the occasional Crime committed on the
side.
Storm Chase was born September 2012. Her alter ego is Ellen Whyte, a syndicated author who has published roughly 3000 articles and 10 print books. The alter ego is the steady type; Storm is the tearaway who's dedicated to making it work with e-publishing. Since November 2013 Storm also acquired alter ego, AJ Adams who writes cartel and mob stories.
Title: Wildcat in Moscow
Author: Storm Chase
Genre: Erotic Romance (Organized Crime Thriller)
Tour Organizer: DRC Promotions
Synopsis
Not only is Chelsea broke, but
the police
think she has colluded in a financial swindle. Worse, loan shark Carlos
Santiago is after her too, determined to make her pay up for her
stepfather’s
debts.
Then Vladimir Voyeykov,
rumoured to be a member of the Red Mafia, enters
the mix. He whisks Chelsea to Moscow where she is catapulted into a
world
filled with intrigue - and passion.
Buy Links
Amazon- Amazon UK - B&N - Smashwords
Review
This is the book about Chelsea and Vladimir who appear to be total opposites in all things. She is a supporter of all things green and always supporting one activist group or another and he is Russian mafia, pimp extraordinaire, and rumored abuser of women. But sometimes looks can be very deceiving and you should never believe everything you read.
This book was captivating in many ways and I found the more I read the deeper into the story I got. The twists and turns were very interesting and when I came to the end I was truly shocked when all the secrets were finally revealed. My exact words were OMG I never would have guessed that about him. That's what a great writer does, a great writer will put different things in her story that will have you believing you know what's going on then suddenly, BAM, the truth comes out and you will be shocked completely.
The characters are well developed and the story just flows and it's entertaining, mixing mystery, romance and a bit of drama. Yes, I didn't give any of the story away because this is a book worth reading!
There are to be more stories in this series and I'm looking forward to read more from this author.
Review by Tammy
Excerpt
The bouncer at the door wasn’t too pleased at the sight of Chelsea’s parka or her Save The Rainforest t-shirt, but when she smiled sweetly and mentioned George’s name, he reconsidered and let her in.
The club was loud, crowded with groups of half-drunk rowdy men and very, very pink. The walls, tables and even the bar stools were a uniform creamy rose that exactly matched the skin tones of half a dozen scantily clad girls dancing on a stage. From a distance it looked as though six sets of tiny bikinis were gyrating to the beat of the music.
“Surreal,” Chelsea said out loud. Still laughing, she turned and bumped up against someone.
“Surreal?” a voice repeated with amusement. “That’s not an expression I’ve heard used here before.”
“Sorry,” Chelsea said automatically. “I didn’t see you.” She looked up and stepped back instinctively.
His short cropped blond hair and lean aquiline features were classic but the hard grey eyes and deadpan expression screamed danger.
I shouldn’t have come here, Chelsea thought.
As if sensing her thoughts, he smiled slightly. “No problem.” He looked her over critically. He spoke fluently but with a rough inflection that was definitely foreign. “You don’t belong here,” he said bluntly. “Why are you here?”
“I’ve come to look for someone,” Chelsea stammered.
“Who?”
Chelsea wanted to tell him to mind his own business but realised that he might be able to help her. “I’m looking for friends of George McAllister.”
He frowned down at her. “But not for McAllister himself,” he noted.
“Do you know him?” Chelsea asked. “He comes in here pretty often, two or three times a week I think.”
He said nothing and Chelsea could read nothing from his expression.
“If you know him, maybe you can help me,” Chelsea pleaded. “It won’t take long and I have money.” He frowned at her. “I mean, I can buy you a drink,” Chelsea faltered.
The hard grey eyes looked her over again, resting on her hair, her t-shirt and her jeans. Despite the thick parka, Chelsea suddenly felt naked. Resisting the impulse to run away, she stood her ground determinedly.
“I’ve met him,” he finally conceded.
“Then can we talk?”
“He’s bad news. Not the sort of person you should be hanging out with.”
“You don’t understand. I’m in real trouble. Please, I just need a few minutes of your time.”
“Vlad, are you coming?” A tall blonde in a sequined black cocktail dress appeared at his side. She looked at Chelsea and seeing the thick parka dismissed her instantly. “I’m thirsty,” the blonde said while taking his arm possessively.
Vlad, Chelsea thought. Short for Vladimir. Russian. And by the look of his dark blue silk shirt and slim gold watch, a rich one too. One of those business moguls, she thought to herself, vaguely remembering stories in the newspapers of Russian oil and telecommunication billionaires.
Vladimir shrugged the girl off. “Go sit. I’ll be there in a moment,” he said.
“But the others have just arrived,” the blonde pouted. “They’ll be expecting you to join them.”
“So they’ll wait a bit,” Vladimir said coldly. “Go on. I want to talk to this girl here.” With a malevolent glance at Chelsea the girl flounced off.
“Thanks,” Chelsea said gratefully. “I really appreciate your helping me.”
“I haven’t said I will yet,” he answered.
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The Canadian lynx is endangered thanks to shrinking habitat from climate change, logging, and habitat fragmentation by roads. Enter this Rafflecopter and win a symbolic adoption worth $30 from the National Wildlife Federation. You'll get a small plush Lynx, a poster and a certificate and the rest of the money goes towards protecting the lynx. Enter this Rafflecopter to win
About The Author:
Delicious
novels with fully depicted love scenes that straddle the categories of
Romance and Erotica with the occasional Crime committed on the
side.Storm Chase was born September 2012. Her alter ego is Ellen Whyte, a syndicated author who has published roughly 3000 articles and 10 print books. The alter ego is the steady type; Storm is the tearaway who's dedicated to making it work with e-publishing. Since November 2013 Storm also acquired alter ego, AJ Adams who writes cartel and mob stories.
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Email
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Website
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