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Friday, December 27, 2013

Happy Release Day! The Plot Thickens (Sémya Slotin Mystery #1.5) by Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba


Polliannah's story is live!

What led to that horrific phone call to Semya and Josh in the middle of the night?

When Polliannah Koch Guryev meets John Allen, she thinks that she’s finally found her Prince Charming in the form of a tall, blond and handsome banker. What could go wrong?

John Allen has a job to do and getting closer to the beautiful Miss Koch Guryev is supposed to be a means to an end. But then they fall in love. He’s a hit man with a mission, she’s the sister of his targets. What possible future could they have? Now he and his Russian Princess have to leave London for their safety.

But it may already be too late for them.


“Thanks mate,” John said to the bartender. He carefully turned around with their second shots of absinth. He knew Polliannah could drink. She was German and Russian, but absinth… he smiled. That poison would make you black out so fast!

He looked at his princess on the dance floor. She was dancing on her own like she owned the place. Got to Give it Up by Marvin Gaye! This place was certainly cheesy but it served its purpose. The men around her were careful enough not approach her too closely. She never looked more beautiful… simply dressed, dancing freely, happy and maybe a little drunk. She eagerly kissed him as soon as he reached her. They were both loosing up tonight and it felt great. He hasn’t done that in a very long time. He gave her the drink, “I don’t think we can go for a third round. Absinth is serious shit,” he told her.

She finished the drink, discarded the glass and grabbed his arse, “We’ll see.”

“This is the best night I’ve had in a long time… maybe ever, Polli,” he told her grabbing her arse. She chuckled back when she felt his erection. “I love you.” She was perfect for him.

“YA lyublyu tebya,” she screamed all excited. “Screw five star hotels! This is way more fun,” she screamed again. {I love you}

They both laughed. She was right. They had been in the best restaurants in London this past month but never had as much fun as tonight in this cheesy place dancing and drinking absinth. Sal’s words came back to torture him but he pushed them away. He would have to tell her the truth soon. He would keep her. The thought alone made him so happy. He didn’t notice a man entering the club until he was at the edge of the dance floor. “Vincent…”

This was supposed to be an easy case

Sémya Slotin had spent the last three years living in London with her best friend Polliannah Koch staying away from solving cases. After Hawaii, she was taking a break from puzzles, cases and mysteries that could potentially get her killed. Instead, she had been doing her second and third favorite things, drinking and selling expensive vintage wines and having earthshattering sex with the mysterious, sexy, beautiful but ever so secretive Josh Heinz. Life in London was good….until her funds ran out. Too much wine drinking, not enough wine selling!

When fashion designer and adoptive mother, Annika Slotin, summoned her back to Paris to hire her for what Sémya considered being the easiest case of her amateur sleuth career, all she could think of and see was money signs and a well-deserved Cuban holiday once it was solved.

What Sémya didn’t see was her stumbling on the fresh corpse of supermodel Johanna Cartier. She didn’t think that male model turned fashion designer Julian Marais-Caldwin, who also happened to be Sémya’s ex, would be suspected of brutally murdering her. Johanna was his girlfriend, his muse and he loved her. Sémya didn’t see the dead bodies piling up or the conspiracy theories.

Sémya was a little rusty. But then again, it was supposed to be an easy case and she was going to solve it. One vintage wine at a time… Sémya Slotin was officially back in business!

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I'm an Afro-Canadian chick-lit writer... That was a mouthful!
My first novel This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda woulda shoulda ballad (Book 1 of the Coulda Woulda Shoulda Songs Series) has just been released in January. I currently live in London but I'm still a Canuck at heart.When I'm not living the bohemian life in South East London, I'm hard at work on the second book, This Would Have Been Our Song! Catchy Tunes and Dancers Tales.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Thank you so much for having me :)