Genre- New Adult Contemporary
Publication Date- April 14th, 2015
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?
“Discussing the intimacies of my tattoos requires that I buy the lady a drink.”
“The lady doesn’t drink,” Yancy stated without moving and his disapproving tone was obvious.
“It’s a bar,” I pointed out and then chuffed, slightly impressed when the woman’s elbow connected with my stomach and forced me back a few paces. She swiveled and stood to face me.
She was taller than I realized. She was Sigourney Weaver tall even in low combat boots. In heels, she’d look down on me. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Are you always an asshat?” she asked, and without waiting for me to answer, she walked away.
I took her vacant seat and tossed back the shot Yancy set in front of me, “Asshat? I’m not an asshat.”
Yancy smiled and drummed his fingers on the bar. “Your confidence comes off as condescending to many of the sober group.”
“Who stays sober in a bar?” I grumbled.
“People who come for just the music. Designated drivers,” Yancy ticked them off on one hand, “underage kids that come to fawn over their favorite bands.”
“I get it. I get it,” I groused. “What was her problem?” I jerked my head in the direction the girl had vanished to.
Yancy laughed. “She’s lived in California too long to be impressed with your body or voice, I suspect.”
“And their excuse?” I gestured to the gaggle of girls that were circling closer.
“Brainless groupies.” Yancy murmured then raised his voice, “Unless you’re ordering drinks, stop blocking my bar.”
I heard the click of heels scatter. “You do have a way with the ladies, Yancy.”
“It’d probably do you some good if you had less of a way with the ladies,” Yancy retorted and took my shot glass. “Cutting you off. You want me to call a cab?”
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.