Thursday, 6 November 2014

Wildcat in Moscow by Storm Chase

I've just read Wildcat in Moscow by Storm Chase and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Here's the blurb:

"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."

So what happens once Chelsea arrives in Moscow? Despite coming from two different worlds, can Chelsea and Vlad make their romance work? And will her stepfather and Carlos get their just desserts? You'll have to read it to find out! ;-)






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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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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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