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VAIN SIGNED GIVEAWAY & EXCLUSIVE TEASER from GREED!!

VAIN SIGNED GIVEAWAY & EXCLUSIVE TEASER from GREED!!

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** SIGNED GIVEAWAY AT BOTTOM OF POST **

I am so excited to be featuring one of my favorite authors, Fisher Amelie, on the blog today! She has written several books but the ones we’re going to feature today are from the Seven Deadly Sins series. This is a series of interconnected standalones. The first book, VAIN, is already out and the second book, GREED, is due to be released early Fall 2013.

Today I have an exclusive never-seen-before teaser from GREED for you below along with a signed international giveaway of VAIN!! So scroll down and check them both out!

In case you aren’t yet familiar with the first book, VAIN, here’s a little bit about it…

 ❤  ABOUT VAIN  ❤

VAIN new cover

If you’re looking for a story about a good, humble girl, who’s been hurt by someone she thought she could trust, only to find out she’s not as vulnerable as she thought she was and discovers an empowering side of herself that falls in love with the guy who helps her find that self, blah, blah, blah…then you’re gonna’ hate my story.

Because mine is not the story you read every time you bend back the cover of the latest trend novel. It’s not the “I can do anything, now that I’ve found you/I’m misunderstood but one day you’ll find me irresistible because of it” tale. Why? Because, if I was being honest with you, I’m a complete witch. There’s nothing redeeming about me. I’m a friend using, drug abusing, sex addict from Los Angeles. I’m every girlfriend’s worst nightmare and every boy’s fantasy.

I’m Sophie Price…And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most envied girl to the girl no one wanted around and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

And now, on to the teaser from book #2! This will be focused on different characters than the first book. GREED is Spencer’s story.

 ❤  EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from GREED  ❤

To be released Early Fall 2013.

“I’m here. Room five-seven-eight.”

“Lobby,” was my only response.

I hung up. I’d reimburse her for the room as I always did, to avoid a paper trail.

By the time I entered the lobby after walking the remainder of the lot, Lola sat secreted in a corner next to the cool steel sculpture at the room’s center. She stood when she saw me, devastatingly beautiful. She inclined her head and I reciprocated. She eyed me with appreciation but as always, she did nothing for me. Uncommonly pretty but not much else. Also, never dip your pen in the company ink, gentlemen, even if the company isn’t necessarily aware she’s stocked.

We entered the hotel bar. I, casually with my jacket unbuttoned and a single hand in my front pocket and she, as seductive as any femme fatale there ever was. I spotted my target, Peter Knight, waiting at the bar, studying a whiskey neat twirling in the glass before him. Damn, I cursed under my breath. He’d beaten me there. He didn’t notice Lola either, though, making my stomach clench a little in hesitation. I hoped he was distracted instead of the stand-up guy I suspected he was. I fought the nausea.

Lola and I sat together in the darkest corner of the bar, as out of sight as we could possibly get. Peter Knight kept glancing at his watch, waiting for the meeting with an executive that would never come. He ordered one more whiskey and that was my cue. I glanced at Lola, nodding once and she stood, making her way toward Peter, choosing a seat two down from him.

She ordered the same drink Peter had because we’d done our research. Her hand covered the rim of the glass, the drug she’d held in her palm fell to the bottom. I could tell it had already begun to dissolve. Her hands moved to the sides of the glass to cover the effects.

I knew when it was fully mixed because her hands fell flat on the bar top. She leaned back into her stool and displayed her breasts, her arms moving to rest on her lap. Every man with a pulse, including Peter this time, took note of her. She was effortless. She smiled lasciviously at him.

“Hi,” I heard her breathe.

Peter only nodded once and turned back to his drink. Confirmed. He looked but he didn’t touch. My jaw pressed tightly. Damn, he didn’t take the bait. Plan B.

Lola quickly glanced my way and imperceptibly shook her head once. I stood, coolly removed a handkerchief from my front left pocket, patted my neck and forehead, replaced it, smoothed out my jacket, tugged at my cufflinks ensuring the cuffs were stiff and made my way to the bar top, sliding into the stool right next to Peter. He smiled at me then glanced at his watch once more. I was running out of time. The bartender approached me.

“What’ll it be?” he asked.

“What are you drinking?” I asked Peter.

He smiled. “Macallan, eighteen, neat.”

“The same,” I said with a grin, oozing charm. Open up room for conversation.

“Popular tonight,” the bartender said simply, making my adrenaline spike.

“It’s a great vintage,” I hedged.

We silently watched the bartender pour me a matching glass and walk away to attend another customer. I internally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Jonathan,” I lied, extending a hand.

I was always Jonathan. I don’t think “Lola” knew it as anything else during our little charades.

“Peter,” he answered, taking it.

I took a sip then set the glass down, nervously twisting it back and forth in the palms of my hands. I sat up slightly, checking my actions, and angled myself toward him, making eye contact. Establish trust. I breathed deeply, taking yet another sip. Don’t waste time.

“Are you from the area?” I asked.

“No, actually, I…” he started but before he could finish, I faked a clumsy movement, sweeping the pen he had sitting on the bar top next to him onto the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, as we both made a move to retrieve the pen.

I grabbed it first and awkwardly fumbled with it, distracting him further. Hope he buys this.  I watched through my peripheral as Lola subtly switched her roofie-laced whisky with his glass. When she righted herself, I handed it back to him. He sat back in his stool.

“Butter fingers,” I joshed.

He took a swig, a third of the glass’ contents gone.

“Nervous?” Peter asked, more astute than I previously gave him credit for.

I went with it. “Uh, yeah. I’m meeting a girl here. Blind date.” I noticed Lola smirk.

“Well, that explains it,” he laughed, slapping me on my sore shoulder. I took the pain. I deserved it. “Get out early, I always say. Dating is the pits,” he joshedjoked.

I cleared my throat and followed his lead as he took another swig, unaware of the poison streaming down his gullet.

“Married then?”

“Yes.” He sighed. “Thirty years next week, actually.”

I felt beads of sweat pour down my back at the declaration. He took yet another sip. I narrowly stopped myself from swiping the glass from his hands. Even if he drops, which he will, you can still back out. Just help him to his room. He’ll think he’d had too much. He’ll only wake up with a great night’s sleep.

“And you’re still happy?” I asked, ignoring my conscience, grasping for anything terrible, anything that could justify what I was about to do.

“Oh, you know, it’s not easy, not all the time anyway, but I can honestly say I am genuinely happy with Maggie. She’s my everything, if I was being candid.” He laughed at some private joke. I hated jokes. My punch line would destroy him if his wife ever found out.

My gut began to ache so terribly, my hand inadvertently scrubbed at my neck. He mistook it for nerves.

“Don’t worry, son. I’m waiting for someone, too, though it looks like he’s a no-show, and I flew in all the way this close to Christmas for nothing. Anyway, I’ll wait with you.”

“That’s so kind of you,” I told him honestly as he finished his drink.

He ordered another.

I glanced at Lola and she lightly tapped at her wrist but avoided eye contact.

Peter and I spoke of nothing consequential during the following fifteen minutes, but when that time came to a close, he appeared inebriated. So much so, that the bartender stopped by.

“Is he staying here?” he asked. “Wish I’d known the guy couldn’t hold his liquor.”

“It’s not a problem. He’s got a room here,” I told him. “Don’t worry, he’s a friend. I’ll take him back to his room.”

He nodded in answer, setting our tabs down on the bar top. I paid his as well as my tab in cash to avoid trace backs or, for that matter, waiting any longer. The drugs were taking effect and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle his dead weight despite my daily reps of two-eighty-five.

I made a move to stand as Peter slumped forward a little. You waited too long. “Come on, dude,” I told him, throwing his arm over my shoulder. We made our way toward the elevators.

“You’re a good man,” Peter slurred. “That’s rare…someone so young.”

I didn’t respond, couldn’t respond, really.

We barely made it to the elevators. I pitched him inside and sat him against the sidewall then held the door open with my hand, praying no one else would come. Lola quickly emerged ten seconds later without a word spoken and we let the doors close.

“We waited too long,” Lola said, when we reached her floor. She stuck her head out when the doors opened. “It’s clear,” she said.

I swung middle-aged Peter Knight onto my shoulders with only a little difficulty, glad for the minute rest I’d gotten between supporting his weight during the walk through the lobby and reaching Lola’s floor. “Lead the way,” I told her.

Lola took me to her room, quickly unlocked the door and we entered. The entire ordeal couldn’t have taken more than five minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I pitched him onto the bed. He laid there, clothes in disarray, hair mussed and snoring.

Lola and I watched him for a good thirty seconds, waiting for him to stir, but he didn’t. He was dead to the world.

“Shall we get started?” she asked.

I vacillated back and forth between right and wrong, willing myself to walk away, begging myself to figure a way out, but no argument was more convincing than the mil I was getting paid. Besides, I thought, as long as he complies, this is not a big deal at all. He can go back to his wife and kids and I can go back to Brown a little bit wealthier.

“Yes,” I answered.

Lola slithered from her dress and stood in her lace bustier and garters, let her curled hair down and went to the mirror, leaning over to freshen up her lipstick. I went to the bag on her bathroom counter and removed the SLR, slid on the power button and waited for her at the foot of the bed. I watched her, taking in her beautiful body, admiring her, internally acknowledging why she was the most expensive call girl I knew. She caught me staring in the mirror and smiled with beautifully perfect white teeth.

That’s when I noticed it. She was breathtaking, yes, but if you really took stock of her, took in her little flaws, she was revolting. Nose tinged red from recently snorting. Of course, I thought, how else could you do what you did. Slight bruising expertly covered up with makeup around the throat and arms, evidence of her profession. I thought of my sister and wondered if Lola had a brother or even a father. Ribs protruding, proof to the naked eye that she starved herself to stay thin. Another product of our society. Another otherwise gorgeous girl made ugly by the pressures and influence of an L.A. life. I turned my head and observed the man sleeping in front of me.

And how are you different? I asked myself. You’d do just about anything for money. You’d risk this man’s wife and family. And for what? So that your dad can manipulate another business deal to make him even more cash than he already has? More cash to spend in places where cash needn’t be spent?

Lola crawled across the bed, yanking at Peter’s tie, and licking the side of his face, posing with her leg wrapped around his.

Click.

Another million can give you better security, ensure you can live within the lifestyle you’re accustomed, eventually give you freedom from him.

Lola switched it up. She unbuttoned his shirt and spread her lacquered nails across his chest, pressing closely to him and smiling a viper’s expression at the camera.

Click.

It’s not likely this Maggie woman will ever see these photos anyway. It’s low risk and you get a cool mil out of a night’s work.

Lola straddled him, unbuckling his pants and threw her head back in mock satisfaction.

Click.

 ❤  SIGNED GIVEAWAY of VAIN  ❤

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Comments

  7. Thank you for the giveaway!! I’ve had this book on my kindle for months now….I’m anxious to finally read it!

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  26. I absolutely LOVED Vain! Phenomenal storyline and Fisher Amelie is an extremely gifted writer! I would love to win a signed copy! Thanks for the giveaway!

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  37. Vain has been on my TBR list for a long time now; I really need to get on it! Lol. Thank you for the giveaway <3

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  85. Yay! Finally a set if books that aren’t run-of-the -mill! Excited about this series:). Thanks for the giveaway opportunity.

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