By- Victoria Escobar
Genre- New Adult Contemporary
Publication Date- April 14th, 2015
Being the best comes with consequences.
She was the best thief Interpol ever tracked. When a job went wrong she had to make a deal with them to retain her freedom. Given the choice between being locked in a cell, or complete a simple favor the answer should be obvious. But will that favor prove to be too big, even for the best?
He had been the best once. The right hand man of one of the most powerful women in the city, everyone respected and feared him. Then after a costly mistake he was left with an unpayable debt. He went from being the right hand to the collared dog. When he was tasked with creating ties that could subsequently wipe his debt, will he get out of the frying pan and into the fire? Or will freedom remain unattainable?
About the Author-
Born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, but with the ability to claim eight states as home; Victoria Escobar writes fiction from her current home in New York. She writes whatever comes to mind and because of such has a variety of genres written including Young Adult, New Adult, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, and Contemporary Fiction.
In spare time if not with family, and friends Victoria enjoys curling up with a book from a favorite author with music playing. If not reading or writing she spends time drawing, sketching, crocheting, or some other random art project. She enjoys staying busy, but most of all enjoys staying creative.
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I woke in the massive hotel bed alone. Thankfully. Micah was gorgeous, but I had every reason to believe sleeping with him would create complications I didn’t want. At least not yet. With the way I reacted around him, I knew it would be an eventuality, but I wanted that to be on my terms.
With Jingjing pacified for the moment, I needed to figure out what she had actually assigned Micah to do. If he was a threat, I needed to find a way to get rid of him without raising Jingjing’s suspicion. If he wasn’t and was just a soulless marionette, I would deal with that as well.
There was an easy way to find out his morals. The task would also add some depth to my cover with the mob. Unfortunately, it would also mean doing something I hadn’t done in years. And the side effects…well, I may turn out to be a total ass and not have any control over it.
Micah looked up from the book he was reading when I stepped into the living room from the bedroom. “You look rested.”
“How long did I sleep?”
He looked at the TV box. “Thirty-two hours, give or take.”
“Oh. So it’s…”
“Do you sing tonight?” I asked and crossed to the kitchen to see if there was something to eat. Micah had obviously ordered pizza earlier and I took a cold slice of meat lover’s from the box.
“If it’s okay with you.” His tone was cautious, and when I glanced over my cold pizza, his face was carefully neutral.
“Can I go with?” I asked with my mouth full because there was no one but us. Manners went out the window when hunger was involved. “I’d like to hear what you play.”
Surprise crossed his face, mixed with what could have been apprehension. He hadn’t expected my interest in what he did. Well, that was good. He would stay on his toes and cut some assumptions.
At a show, I should also have access to what I needed without buying it from the Chinese. No chance of poisoning wherever he was going to sing.
“It’s in San Jose.”
I shook my head, “I’m not from here.” I knew where it was, of course. We had to pass the college to get there. But I wasn’t going to share any of Greta’s life with this one.
“It’s about an hour south.”
“Well, as long as you drive.” I gave him a mock shudder. “Can I go with?”
He shrugged. “Sure. We’ll leave about six so we can get there about seven. The bands start playing at eight.” He lifted a brow. “Do you have something you can wear?”
I sent him a coy smile. “Of course. You’ve heard what I listen to.”