BLOG TOUR: The Vodka Trail - Book 2 by A.A. Abbott [Excerpt Included]

BLOG TOUR: The Vodka Trail - Book 2 by A.A. Abbott [Excerpt Included]

Blurb

A tense crime thriller, packed with twists - and vodka!

Kat White ended up a penniless teenager marooned in London when her parents died in a foreign prison. She blames Marty Bridges, her father’s business partner, for their deaths.

Now Kat wants to recover the family vodka business and stop Marty’s gravy train. But when she’s taken hostage by terrorists, Marty holds her life in his hands...

A compelling crime thriller, sizzling with suspense, seduction, tension and twists. 

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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 

Kat

Orphaned and destitute at the age of sixteen, desperate to scratch a living, Kat had made some bad decisions. She’d narrowly avoided a criminal record, and although that was luck of a sort, nothing could fill the yawning chasm that had opened in her life when her parents died. Love, security, and even her future had vanished. She’d imagined her father’s business would be hers, but at the stroke of a clerk’s pen, it was taken away. Now, nearly twenty-five and ready to follow her ambitions, she wanted it back.

Ross could give her the means. He was prosperous enough to pay lawyers to wrest the factory from its current owners. That wouldn’t happen without a fight, probably an expensive battle through the Bazaki courts, but she was sure Ross’ pockets were deep enough.

She’d made an effort for him tonight. There was champagne in the fridge and candles flickered in the master bedroom. Kat wore nothing but a wispy negligée. The eau-de-nil silk clung to her curves and highlighted her jade-green eyes. “Because you’re worth it, Ross,” she whispered to herself.

That wasn’t the whole truth. Yes, Ross was rich, handsome and fit. His penthouse flat in Fitzrovia was perfect, set in a quiet residential street a stone’s throw from London’s busiest shops and bars. His generosity was lavish: flowers, designer dresses, holidays, and now the huge diamond ring that sparkled on her finger. Yet Kat didn’t want to be a trophy wife. She craved independence and success in her own right, and knew she was capable of running a vodka business. That was only going to happen with Ross’ help, though. Did he care about her dreams? She was about to find out.