Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Today's Sponsor: Vegas, Baby by Sandra Edwards


Book blurb:
Book two of the Soul Searchers series picks up where Broken Wings left off. Rio Laraquette's back in Vegas and settling into her normal routine—except that Eddie LaCall has invaded her space. The two share a mutual attraction and an undeniable connection.

When Eddie's scarred past comes back to haunt him his attachment to Rio strengthens even though neither completely trusts the other. Just when it looks like a poker tournament is bringing them together, their budding relationship gets backburnered when a stalker goes from creepy to dangerous, making several attempts on the reluctant lovers' lives.

Will these two souls—who've been searching for each other across eternity—finally get to share a lifetime together, or will they once again end up as star-crossed lovers?



Buy Links: Kindle US -- http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004LGTM6C


Reviews:
"This book has it all: suspense, romance, action and adventure." --Readers Favorite Reviews

"Rio and Eddie are a hot combination of sexy bad ass meets dark, fearless hero." --Happily Ever After 

"Ms. Edwards will keep you on the edge the whole time as everything comes down to the exciting finale. I loved the ending. Don't miss Vegas, Baby." --Cara Marsi


Author bio:

Sandra is an award-winning author with eclectic tastes. She writes in a variety of genres such paranormal (mostly time travel and reincarnation), contemporary and suspense. Sandra’s books often push the envelope and step outside the boundaries of conventional romance. She lives in the US (west coast) with her husband, two kids, four dogs and one very temperamental feline.



VEGAS, BABY Excerpt:
Rio dressed quickly into tan slacks and a matching front-buttoning blouse. Slipping her feet into a pair of Earth Shoes at the foot of the bed, her cell phone jingled inside the pocket of her soiled pants. She grabbed her slacks and fished out her phone.
Digger.
Odd for her to be calling. Odd and scary. She only called during work hours when there were signs of impending trouble. 
“Dig, talk to me. What’s up?”
“You’re not going to like it.” There was an edge to her voice. One that told Rio she was worried.
“Just give it to me straight.”
“The tea leaves are against you.”
“What?”
Oh, boy. Here we go again. Rio had a hard time acknowledging the validity of such things, but so far that hadn’t had any effect on Digger’s prediction accuracy.
“For three days in a row, I’ve been seeing the same thing.” She dropped the bomb and then stopped.
Why did she do that? She knew it annoyed Rio.
“On track, Dig. Let’s stay on track.”
“You know I’m not fond of that,” she said. “Especially when it’s this bad.”
“How bad is bad?”
“I’m seeing two problems for you.”
“Two?” Rio uttered the word weaker than she’d anticipated.
“Someone is watching you.”
“Am I in danger?”
“They’re watching your every move.” The silence on the line made the seconds lag like eons. “I don’t know who and I don’t know why, but their focus on you is bordering on creepy.” 
She gave the anonymous letter some much needed attention. Retrieving it from her desk drawer at work and scrutinizing it further moved up to the top of her to-do list. 
“You mean like stalker-y kind of creepy?” Rio felt for the edge of the bed and eased down.
“Yes, so be careful.” There it was again, that eerie quiet on the line. “You know how easy it is for the stalker personality to go from fantasy to anger.”
“Yes.” That was easy for a lot of people, not just those with stalker tendencies. “What else?” Rio hadn’t forgotten that she’d said two things. Given the facts of the first, the second was weighing heavy like a large boulder.
“Someone wants to discredit you.”
Rio’s mind jammed with a chaotic surge of information. Nervous anxiety hammered her heart with a good workout. “Can you be a little more specific?”
“You’re working with someone who is not what they seem,” she said. “A mole.”
“A mole?” Shock and worry rippled through her like a flag waving in the wind. “Can you see their purpose or who they’re working for?”
“I don’t think their initial intent was directed at you, but it seems to be turning in your path lately.”
A puffing sound echoed across the wire and Rio knew Digger was lighting candles. For once, she hoped they worked.
“Is it Atkins?” A low strained voice gave way to anxiety. Rio was beginning to think the Las Vegas mob boss was going to be a source of irritation for years to come.
“It’s possible, but I can’t be sure.”
“I can. That’s just like Atkins to play these games. Discredit me so he can get an acquittal.”
“I can’t be sure. Don’t discard your other suspicions so easily.”
“Well, it may not be Atkins directly.” Rio pushed off the bed. “But he sure would benefit if someone succeeds in ruining my rep as a Fed, now wouldn’t he?” It wasn’t really a question and Rio knew Digger understood that.
“Rio...” Her voice trailed off into a tone of uncertainty. “Whatever’s going on, I can’t help but feel that both issues are tied together.”
Panic spilled shivers up her body. If Atkins had planted a spy in the department and was behind her stalking, he was much more powerful than she’d imagined.
“Dig, can you meet me for lunch tomorrow?”
“Sure. Want me to drop by the federal building around one?”
“That sounds great.” That’s what Rio liked about Digger, she never had to spell it out for her. Maybe she could pick up on the trickery going on inside the department tomorrow and nobody would be the wiser. It would be disguised as a casual lunch date between friends.
Rio eased the phone shut and slipped it inside her pants’ pocket. If Digger was right, this was bad.
Who was she kidding, Digger was always right. This was no time to start doubting a woman who’d been nicknamed for her ability to “dig” into her powers of clairvoyancy and predict nothing but accurate prophecies. Not once had Digger been wrong in all the years Rio had known her—since junior high. 
Fear knotted apprehension inside Rio’s gut. Sheer resilience moved her toward the door. If somebody was out to get her, was the note she found on her desk real? Did that letter have anything to do with the spy inside the department?
Suddenly, nothing about her world felt safe.
Opening the door, she heard Eddie’s voice, soft and low. Instinct and uneasiness urged her to stop and listen.
“I don’t know,” Eddie was saying. “I think I can salvage it, but you need to make sure the obstacle is removed.”
Obstacle? What obstacle? And what exactly did Eddie think he could salvage?

   

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