Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 17, 2019
Car boosting is all Zahara knows. She’s built her reputation as The Ghost and enjoys the anonymity. No one knows who she is, what sex she is, or when she is going to strike. That’s the way she likes it.
Nikolai Federov is the boss of one of the largest car boosting gangs in the States. He has a team of bratva working for him, and he doesn’t trust anyone.
One mistake brings their two worlds together, and what happens when they do, is explosive.
Follow Zahara and Nikolai’s adrenaline-fueled story as they try to outwit their worst nightmare.
When I open my eyes, he’s staring at me. I see the sides of his mouth lifting as he watches me lick my lips. Feelings I haven’t had for a long time start to flow through my body. It’s like molten gold running through my veins, warming me and flicking at parts of me that I thought had died. I take another bite of my pancake. Is it the food making me feel like this? Or is it the very intense, very handsome man staring at me?
He seems to have forgotten he was talking to his friend. He lifts his coffee cup in a greeting to me, and I feel the color flushing my cheeks. Oh my God, since when do I act like a blushing virgin? I’m normally in control of my life and my emotions, but right now I feel like I’m spiraling out of control.
I lift my cup in return, and he stands up.
Oh my God. Oh my God, is he coming over to me? My heart races out of control; now I’m panicking.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off me, and he’s definitely coming over. His friend reaches across and grabs his arm, then holds out a phone to him. Seemingly annoyed to be disturbed, he takes the phone, and his face changes in seconds.
Shit, something bad must have happened.
He starts shouting into the phone. “Are you serious? Who would dare do that?” I don’t hear anything else he says as he turns away from me. He gathers his briefcase as his friend picks up the papers, and they both storm out of the restaurant.
I finish my pancakes and coffee, then sit back in my chair, looking around me. I’m surrounded by businesspeople rushing to their first meetings, but I take my time to enjoy my last hour here.
Just as I’m about to leave, I get a ping on my phone.
Ghost Vincent Verse 1.2
I smile as I read it, then check out of the hotel and make my way home. I have research to do.
Krissy V hated English at school. Really hated it. She gave up on English literature in the fourth year because she detested writing stories; she couldn’t make them up to save her life. She disliked writing precisely and was horrendous at grammar. Having lived in Norway when she was younger, English was her second language. When she received her iPad six years ago, she started reading on the Kindle app and wrote to an author about how much she enjoyed her book. That opened up the whole Facebook author world to her. She started reviewing books–the irony is not lost on her–and then started beta reading–even more ironic–after pointing out several mistakes in a book plot she was reviewing before release. She realised she had a story in her. While she knew everyone said that, she really believed she did. Thirteen books later… welcome to the world of Krissy V!