Sydney Logan
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Date: February 21st, 2015
Blurb:
Con artists
Jenna York and Ethan Summers always seem to cross paths during their travels
around the world. With their partners in tow, the cunning criminals wreak havoc
across the globe, stealing from the rich and giving to the richer. While Jenna
tries to convince herself that she sees him as nothing more than a professional
rival, Ethan finds it a little harder to fight his attraction to the beautiful
thief.
When tragedy
strikes, Jenna and Ethan join forces, but are the stakes too high? Can they
escape this last job with their lives—and their hearts—intact?
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About Author
Amazon bestselling author Sydney Logan
holds a Master's degree in Elementary Education. She is the author of three
novels - Lessons Learned, Mountain Charm, and Soldier On. Sydney has also
penned four short stories and is a contributor to Chicken Soup for the
Soul.
A native of East Tennessee, Sydney enjoys
playing piano and relaxing on her porch with her wonderful husband and their
very spoiled cat.
Website:
http://www.sydneylogan.com/
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/SydneyALogan
Excerpt
As
I slip quietly out of the suite and rush toward the elevator, I can’t deny I’m
feeling a little better about Vegas.
That is, until the elevator doors open.
Standing there, leaning against the stainless steel wall with a cocky smile on his face, is the one person I really didn’t want to see this weekend.
With
a miserable groan, I step inside the elevator and furiously stab the button.
“Are
you following me, Summers?”
“I’d
follow your dimples anywhere, York.”
Ethan
Summers is infuriatingly charming and handsome. Both assets have proven to be
beneficial to his career and detrimental to mine.
“Well,
these dimples just lifted Bradley Jones’ credit card numbers.”
“Impressive.
Although, one might argue that a more superior con artist would be capable of
accomplishing such a feat without showing a little skin. Really, Jenna, I’m
disappointed.”
He
rarely calls me by my first name. Last names have always been our thing.
“Were
you watching me?”
“Every
heterosexual man in the casino was watching your little performance. Nice legs,
by the way.”
Crap.
“Not
good,” I mutter.
“No,
but I enjoyed it.”
Ethan
grins as the elevator doors open. I don’t protest when he grabs me by the elbow
and leads me toward the nearest exit. It’s not brightly lit, but there’s a very
nice bouncer that Ethan greets by name who allows us to walk right out the door
and into the starry Nevada night. He doesn’t let go of my arm as we hurry
toward a black SUV.
“Why
are you helping me?”
“You
drugged a millionaire and stole his credit card info. I think it’s best we get
you out of town.”
That
doesn’t really answer my question, but I can’t argue with his logic.
Ethan
opens the passenger door and helps me inside.
“Nice
stilettos.”
I
glare at him, and he shoots me a sexy smile before slamming my door.
It’s really too bad that I hate his guts.
Ethan
Summers and I have crossed paths many times throughout the past couple years.
It’s unavoidable, considering we’re two of the finest criminal minds in the
world.
That’s
what the news says, anyway.
“Let
me guess,” Ethan says as he pulls the SUV out onto the highway. “You used
Rohypnol on Jones?”
I
roll my eyes. “I’m a thief, not a sexual predator.”
“Well,
you obviously slipped something into his drink.”
“Sleeping
pill.”
Ethan
hums his disapproval. I can’t argue with him. Slipping Bradley a sedative is
so amateur.
“I
was desperate. The entire weekend has been a complete waste of time. When did
the Viper install dome cams?”
“A
few weeks ago. The casino’s hosting the U.S. Poker Championship next month.
Ceiling cams are a requirement.”
“Super.”
“I
know.”
“So,
if you knew about the cameras, what were you doing at the casino?”
“Let’s
just say a little birdie told me you were hitting the Viper tonight. I had a
feeling you might need my assistance.”
“So
you’ve been talking to Abby.”
He
remains silent and keeps his eyes trained on the freeway, giving me the chance
to study his profile. Ethan has a mop of unruly dark hair and deep blue eyes
that make most girls go weak in the knees.
Not
this girl. Nope.
“Like
what you see?”
My
face heats. I hate when he catches me ogling him.
“You’re
an ass.”
He
laughs. “Someday, Jenna, you’re going to stop fighting this attraction between
us. I’m really looking forward to that.”
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