BLOG TOUR: The Bride's Trail - Book 1 by A.A. Abbott
Blurb
This great story, packed with twists and turns, begins in London’s smart Fitzrovia and ends in secret tunnels below central Birmingham.
Ross has a swanky penthouse and a high-flying job in the City. When he meets Kat, a glamorous blonde croupier, he starts to plan a future. Now she’s disappeared, he’s devastated.
Casino boss Shaun realises it’s not just Kat who’s vanished - £20,000 is missing too. He wants his money back and he’s after Kat’s blood.
Young graduate Amy has discovered Kat’s stolen her ID for a sham marriage. She can't stand Ross, but only he will help her find Kat and clear her name.
High stakes, twists, action and suspense keep the pages turning in A.A. Abbott’s crime thriller, the first in the Trail Series.
Author Information
English thriller writer AA Abbott’s real name is Helen Blenkinsop, but like JK Rowling, she wanted to . She loves city life, having lived and worked in London, Birmingham and Bristol. Her crime thrillers, set in Birmingham and London, sizzle with suspense, twists and the evils of office politics.
Helen’s books are available in a dyslexia-friendly large print as well as standard paperback and Kindle editions.
Her Trail Series follows the fortunes of glamorous blonde Kat
White, a party girl who finds her purpose making vodka, shrewd
businessman Marty Bridges, and manipulative East End crime lord
Shaun Halloran
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Excerpt:
Chapter 1 Amy
“Had a hairspray fire today,” Kat
reported. As usual, she was wired on her return from work.
“Really?” Amy
turned on the tap, splashed water into a glass. London’s summer heat had
settled into every corner of their basement flat. The air was stifling. She
yawned, fragments of dreams still clouding her head. Slamming the front door at
three in the morning, Kat had only half-woken her.
“January, the
new croupier,” Kat continued. “She’d just done her hair, then she lit a
cigarette. We’re not supposed to smoke in the loo, but we all do.” Kat tutted.
“Then, boom!”
“Is she
okay?”
“Needs a
haircut.” Kat laughed. “She needed one before, anyhow. Wearing a ponytail to
one side is wrong on every level past the age of twelve.”
“How old is
she?” Amy’s curiosity overcame her drowsiness. Kat always made the casino sound
so glamorous, and it paid well, although not enough to fund Kat’s designer
dress habit.
“Says she’s twenty-one.
If you ask me, going on thirty.” Kat yawned. “Must sleep. I’m getting married
in the morning.”
“Who to?
Jeb?” It was the first name that sprang to mind, although he was the last man
that Amy herself would choose for a mate. There was a hint of evil about him, a
calculating gaze that chilled her. Even his roguish smile, smooth
coffee-coloured skin and abundant charm couldn’t compensate for that. What was
he to Kat, exactly? Once, she’d called him a gangster. She’d always denied he
was her boyfriend. He never stayed the night. Despite that, Kat often
disappeared with him.
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