Please welcome Heather Hart! She's here with an excerpt from her new release, Abby's Bluff!
Abielle O'Sullivan's world is turned on its axis when her boyfriend is killed in a motorcycle crash. To break the ensuing months-long cycle of self-destructive grief, her bestie, Miah, buys plane tickets and first class accommodation for a mad-ass weekend in Las Vegas. On their very first night, Abby meets Joel; an aloof but streetwise card sharp who is drawn to the cautious and sad-eyed beauty. He encourages the two friends to try their hands at the poker tables.
When Miah gets out-of-control drunk and loses more than she can pay, Joel offers Abby an unusual way out of the jam. Depending upon who wins one game of high-card, the alpha male will either cover Miah's losses, or Abby will become his sex slave for the duration of the rest of her stay in Vegas. Desperately wanting to help her friend, Abby is sorely tempted by his offer, even though she is not a gambling woman. Finally, she takes a chance and plays the game.
When she loses the draw, Abby's once limited sexual horizons are pushed to their limits.
With his understanding and sympathetic nature, however, Joel could prove to be more than a means to heal the hurt from her past. In fact, he might just be the one man she'd always dreamed of. Then again, he could also be a conman. In the end, only she can decide what her limits are.
And what happens after that is anyone's game.
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"So tell me about you," he said. "What brought you to Vegas? If you don't mind me saying, it doesn't seem to suit you."
"Oh?" I looked down at my clothes, suddenly afraid I didn't fit in. "Do I look odd or something?"
He smiled. "No, not that. Not your clothes, which are very nice, by the way. Most people that come to Vegas, well, they come and go. One minute they're here, the next not. I see them all, but, after a while, they just blur into each other. One long, dull stream called tourist. But you, you're unusual. I saw you."
I giggled. "Like I had a halo or something?"
He shook his head. "No, well, kind of. There was no halo, but it was like that. You stood out from the rest. I bet a million women walk by those tables and I rarely see any of them. But I most definitely saw you."
He was flattering me, but I didn't care. I wasn't falling for his bull so much as letting him amuse me.
The waiter arrived at that moment. He was all politeness, another young man just like the one in Club Cappuccino, for he, too, had those hard, Vegas eyes.
"Have you had a chance to look at the menu, sir, madam?"
"We'll have the set three course menu." He closed his menu then reeled off from memory each of his courses. He handed his menu to the waiter. In a flash he was done, and both pairs of eyes were on me. Shit. To be honest, I had barely taken a word in, and was a little surprised when he didn't order for me. How quickly I'd adapted!
I closed my menu and handed it to him. "I'll have the same." I could only pray I liked whatever he'd ordered.
"Very good, sir, madam."
As he left, I picked up my glass and took rather a hefty gulp.
"I see you like those," Joel said.
"Mm, mm. What's not to like?"
"I should have ordered another."
"I'm sure you're allowed."
He rubbed his nose to hide his smirk. "In a bit. I want to know more about you. Where you're from. What brought you here."
"I'm from New Jersey."
"Really? You don't have the accent. You say coffee like a normal person."
It was my turn to laugh. "I guess. I was raised in Virginia, but moved there when I was little."
"That explains it."
"I guess so. Anyway, are you sure you want to know why I'm here?"
"Yes. Put your hand down."
"You have this nervous habit of covering your mouth sometimes. I'm guessing when you're not sure about something. You have nice teeth, by the way."
I squirmed in my seat. He had checked out my teeth. Ew. I put my hand squarely in my lap.
"Oh. Well. I am sorta uncomfortable talking about this."
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"I know. But I want to. I'm here because Miah bought the tickets and made me come. She made me come because she was worried about me." I took a deep breath. "And she was worried about me because my boyfriend died in a motorbike accident several months ago. I guess she thought I'd grieved enough, and she wanted me to have a good time."I didn't tell him about the Xanax. I didn't want him thinking I was some kind of nut.
About the author:
Heather Hart is a British novelist and short story writer. Her pen names include P J Perryman and Jill Jackson. She currently lives in Maryland with two fat cats just a few doors away from her adopted American family. Heather dreams of having a NY Times best seller and being hugged by Benedict Cumberbatch. She's not fussy about which one comes first. Unless there’s chocolate. Sweet Lord, please! Feed her chocolate.
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