Vengeance
Valentine Shepherd, #1
by Shana Figueroa
Release
Date: September
6th 2016
Publisher: Forever & Forever Yours | Grand
Publishing
Genre: Romantic Suspense
From
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Vengeance (Valentine Shepherd, #1) . . .
Explosive
action, increasing body count, all the way/around the way/any way sexual
encounters. P-l-o-t. Plot. And more plot. There was a huge does of wtf, really,
are you kidding me, oh no, say that again. I just can’t tell you the details.
You have to read this one for yourself. Did that really happen? No! You have to
be pulling my leg.
You
step in the pages with a mindset that this will be your everyday romantic
suspense. But when you reach the end and come out the other end you will say
that I got me a serious romantic SUSPENSE. You are not certain that who you
think is what really what you thought. And what you thought should be what you
think. You are taken there and then further. You have to put the brakes on and
slow down to make sure what you read was indeed what you read.
You
have to meet these characters yourself. Because they are characters. An
antihero with serious cargo on board. A heroine that has issues with getting
things right. When I got to the end I was so caught up in all that I read that
I almost forgot where I started with Val and Max. You be the judge.
**This
eBook was provided by Book Enthusiast Promotions via NetGalley in exchange for an
honest review.**
BLURB
Not every Valentine is a saint .
. .
Corruption. Greed. Illicit sex. Murder. Private investigator
Valentine Shepherd thinks she's seen it all, and her strange ability to glimpse
the future gives her an edge no one else in the world has. But when her fiancé
is killed trying to exonerate his client, billionaire Max Carressa, Val makes
it her personal mission to bring the people responsible to justice, no matter
the cost. Convinced the two men are linked by more than attorney-client
privilege, she enlists Max's help in her investigation and gets more than she
bargained for . . .
On the run, Val and Max must uncover who wants them dead and why.
The answer leads them to a conspiracy that has Val herself at its center. She
doesn't understand how or why, but time is running out to expose the truth and
escape the danger she knows is coming . . .
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EXCERPT
Val
sprinted down the narrow passage, crashing through mud puddles and leaping over
bags of trash that littered her escape route. She followed the alley when it
turned right, scanning her path for any opening into the street that might save
her life. Before she found a way out, the alley dead-ended at a tarp-covered
chain-link fence with barbed wire on top and a padlock trapping her inside.
“No!” Val yanked on the padlock. It didn’t budge. She tried the
only door in the alley, a metal behemoth flush with the brick—locked.
“Goddammit, no!” She kicked the door, and it barely moved.
Val pulled out her pistol and pressed herself into the corner of
the alley’s dead end. She’d been in firefights before while in the military,
though not against American citizens, and not alone. She didn’t stand much of a
chance against two armed cops when she had nowhere to hide and no cover for
support. In all her visions she’d never seen her own death. There was no reason
this couldn’t be it.
But she’d be damned if she was going down without a fight. Val
planted her feet on the wet pavement, gun trained at the alleyway’s bend, ready
to shoot the first thing that entered her line of sight. The rain picked up, an
icy October shower that matted her hair to her face and would have chilled her
to the bone if not for the wild adrenaline racing through her veins. For what
seemed like an eternity she listened to the approaching footsteps and stood her
ground, waiting to die.
Then she heard it—a chain rattling. Val ripped her gaze away from
where her killers were due to arrive any second to see a set of bolt cutters
slip through the fence and snap the padlock off. The chain slinked to the
ground, and someone pulled the gate open.
One of her pursuers had somehow doubled back, and now they
surrounded her.
Val spun around to face her flanker, finger on the trigger to let
loose a hail of bullets into Sten or his friend’s smug face. She gasped and
just barely stopped herself from firing as she registered Max Carressa standing
in front of her, holding the bolt cutters and recoiling from her gun. She hardly
recognized him in jeans and a black motorcycle jacket, a baseball cap
deflecting the rain out of his startled face, though his gorgeous eyes were a
dead giveaway.
“What the hell?” she said.
Max grabbed her arm. “Come on!” He glanced behind her, where
Chet’s murderers thundered up, just around the corner. “Do you wanna die here
or not?”
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Author Info
Shana Figueroa is a published author who specializes in romance and humor, with occasional sojourns into horror, sci-fi, and literary fiction.
Shana Figueroa is a published author who specializes in romance and humor, with occasional sojourns into horror, sci-fi, and literary fiction.
She lives in Massachusetts with her husband, two young daughters,
and two old pugs. She enjoys reading, writing (obviously), martial arts, video
games, and SCIENCE---it's poetry in motion! By day, she serves her country in
the US Air Force as an aerospace engineer. By night, she hunkers down in a
corner and cranks out the crazy stories lurking in her head.
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