WILDE CARD by Jenn Stark is an exciting and sexy story about a
Tarot-reading magical artifact hunter who is falling under the spell of the
mysterious Magician, while trying to avoid a war within the magical community
and herself. Readers will be in for a
wild(e) ride with the second installment of the Immortal Vegas series which is
a cross between the Adventures of Owl Series by Kristi Charish and Lara Croft
Tomb Raider.
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boyfriend!). GET THIS BOOK!” - NY
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Title: Wilde Card
Author: Jenn Stark
Series: Immortal Vegas
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release
Date: November 17, 2015
Size: 206 KB
Publisher: Elewyn Publishing
Format: Digital eBook
Digital
ISBN: 978-1-9437-6802-8
Synopsis:
All that
glitters may not be gold.
When an antique gold show comes to Vegas,
Tarot-reading magical artifacts hunter Sara Wilde’s job is simple: locate and
liberate a set of relics rumored to give their bearers access to an ancient,
incredible power. With whispers of a war on magic racing through the Connected
community, every psychic, mystic, warlock, and witch descends on Sin City to
claim the relics first. But no one wants these talismans more than Sara’s
client: the insufferably arrogant, criminally sensual, absolutely untrustworthy Magician.
And what the Magician wants…
Sara’s heist takes a turn for the trickier as
the smoky-eyed specter from her past, Detective Brody Rooks, is assigned to
investigate a break-in at the gold show, forcing her to confront the one man in
Vegas she can’t bluff. Even worse, just as she finally gets her hands on the
goods, the game changes anew. The resulting chase leads her across the world to
an ancient Egyptian temple filled with secrets, deception… and hints about her
own abilities that could change everything. Desperate for answers, Sara is
forced to turn to the one person she knows will lie, cheat, manipulate and
steal to get whatever he craves. Only now, it seems, the Magician wants her.
Sometimes, when the deck is stacked against
you… you’ve got to play the Wilde Card.
Excerpt Wilde Card:
Chapter One
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even blink.
Six foot two of hard-bodied ex–Special Forces operative was snugged up against
my backside, and I was totally falling for him.
For about eight thousand more feet.
My helmet crackled. “You’re doing great.”
“Unghflun.” Worse, we were still spinning.
They’d told me the spinning would stop, but it didn’t feel like it was
stopping. It felt like we were dying. And of all the ways to die,
French-kissing a cliff at a hundred miles per hour had not made my short list.
It gave a whole new meaning to the phrase “terminal” velocity.
“Right on target.”
Something shuddered above us, and I shifted
from sprawl to nearly vertical in a sudden blur. I squinted up past the man
carabinered to me in not nearly enough places, to see that our parachute had
deployed.
That would be the “Low Opening” portion of
this joyride into the Siberian mountain range surrounding Lake Baikal. The
“High Altitude” section had been covered by our plunging six-mile drop from a
souped-up jet now well on its way to Beijing.
Getting off this rock without alerting the
local military would be its own special kind of crazy, but I was down for that.
Pretty much any kind of crazy that got me away from Vegas and the Arcana
Council for a few days worked for me.
“Drop point,” echoed in my ear.
Beside us, two other barely discernible
shadows rocketed through the predawn gloom. We were aiming for a strip of
gravel tucked between two sheer cliffs where, according to my client, X marked
the spot for the ultimate Mongolian treasure: the crown of Genghis Khan.
Rumored to give its wearer the Khan’s magical mojo for protection, abundance,
and crazy long life.
Then again, said crown was apparently resting
on the head of a dead guy right now. So there was that.
Another crackle in my helmet. “Bend your
knees.”
“If I had a dollar…”
My guide’s laughter carried through our final
several hundred feet of descent, and suddenly we were on the ground, a tumble
of arms, legs, and high-tech padding. With impressive military precision, mission
leader Zander “Call me Zee” James broke up with me without remorse, thrusting
me aside. I lurched drunkenly to my knees as he slowed his run then turned to
his parachute and punched it into submission.
The other men landed beside us, neatly
outrunning their chutes, and I ducked to avoid a fine spray of rocks stirred up
by the movement. Zee stripped off his HALO suit, oxygen mask and gear like he
was shimmying out of swim trunks, and shoved them into a
we-were-never-here-sized nylon bagel for easy transport out. He flapped his
hand at me for mine and I shoved them at him in a big ball. “Report?” he
snapped.
Zee’s right-hand man squinted down at a
device attached to his wrist. “No heat signatures,” he said, aiming the thing
at the rock wall. “Wall” was being kind. The cliff face surged up as if an
angry god had punched through the earth’s crust, all crags and fissures and
sharp edges. “Seismic activity currently stable.”
As if to counter his words, another crackle
of falling rocks sounded high above us. “Right.” Zee squinted up. “At dawn,
this place’ll light up like the surface of the sun. We don’t want to be here
for that. We get in, we get out, we get gone.” His gaze shifted to me. “Ready?”
I nodded, then tugged down the zipper of my
tech suit to fetch my own tools of the trade, my trusty pack of Tarot cards.
With the deck as my compass, I could find
about anything—for a price. As it happened, a hundred G was a heck of a price.
That kind of money translated to at least three more Connecteds hidden away from
the dark practitioners who wanted to use them for spare parts. Not enough to
save them all, no. But enough to count. I had to believe that.
“Sometime today, princess.”
Double-tasking one set of fingers to offer
Zee my opinion of his people management skills, I used the other to pull a
scatter of cards out of the deck.
Here we go.
Other Books in the IMMORTAL
VEGAS Series
ONE WILDE NIGHT
GETTING WILDE
Jenn Stark
is a Golden Heart award-winning author of paranormal romance and urban fantasy.
She lives and writes in Ohio. . . and she writes a LOT. In addition to her work in paranormal, she
is also author Jennifer McGowan, whose Maids of Honor series of Young Adult
Elizabethan spy romances are published by Simon & Schuster, and author
Jennifer Chance, whose Rule Breakers series of New Adult contemporary romances
are published by Random House/LoveSwept.
The world of
her first paranormal romance, which was previously titled BLACK JACK, has now
been reimagined as the setting ONE WILDE NIGHT, GETTING WILDE and WILDE CARD,
all to be published in 2015, with BORN TO BE WILDE to follow in early 2016!
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