Take
One Sexy Undercover FBI Agent, A Spunky Math Genius, A Corrupt Mob Boss and A
Poker Tournament. Add Guns. Mix Carefully….Go ALL IN by Aleah Barley!
Out January 4th is ALL IN (Leaving Las Vegas #2) by Aleah Barley…..
Daisy always plays the
numbers and only has one night stands. Ryan's an expert at reading people who
falls in love too easily. When these two undercover poker players meet in Las
Vegas the stakes go up and they'll have to risk everything on love...
About ALL IN
World-class statistician and poker
prodigy Daisy Drake has two rules: never risk anything you can’t afford to
lose, and never, ever, trust a gambler. Which is why she gave up the game and
moved to Los Angeles, where she became a tenured professor. But when an old
acquaintance calls needing Daisy’s...expertise...to help catch a cheater, she
heads back to Las Vegas and the poker tables.
FBI Agent Ryan DiNatto’s been a gambler since he was four, and a hustler since he hit puberty. Coming off an undercover mission that ended with him shot and his partner in a wheelchair, Ryan’s out for blood. With a mob accountant and a hit man on the loose, the stakes have never been higher, and this time, he’s determined to make things right—even if it means beating spunky, sexy, Daisy Adams at her own game
On Sale in Digital: January 4, 2016
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About LEAVING LAS VEGAS
When West Virginia wild
child, Glory Allen enters a private poker game with her town's dreams at stake
she loses it all. To make matters worse, she's trapped in a car with the sexy
but infuriating man who won—and accused her
of cheating. Now because of him,
she's on the run from the mafia who put out a hit on the stuck-up casino
magnate with the toe-curling good looks—and he isn't even her type. So why
can't she cool the explosive chemistry between them?
She's out of control…and
she's enough to drive Luke Tanner crazy. Yet she's the only one willing to put
her neck on the line…for him—a
complete stranger she professes to hate. Now he's in debt…to her. And it's a debt he's willing to
work off any way she wants…on the hood of his sports car, in a
waterfall—wherever she'll have him, he's willing to pay the price.
But the stakes are raised
when they return to West Virginia—helping Luke escape has put Glory and her
hometown in the sites of someone who wants him dead. This time Glory decides
she's not going to end up empty-handed—it's time for the winner to take all and
she won't stop 'til she wins his heart.
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EXCERPT:
ALL IN- Aleah Barley -
Excerpt #2
In the two weeks he’d
prepped to go undercover as a tournament poker player at the Hendrix, Ryan had
studied the case file more thoroughly than he’d ever studied anything in
college. This was his chance to prove he was really back. That he wasn’t just
the screw-up who’d gotten Jack shot.
More importantly, it was
his chance to take another crack at Vic Morelli. There’d been enough stolen
property in the warehouse to send Vic upriver for five to thirty—depending on
the judge—but the Feds were still working to build racketeering and corruption
charges. Ryan wasn’t about to let that stand. He wanted the mobster in jail for
life or—better—parked on death row for conspiracy to commit murder.
Forget the drug dens in
Manhattan or the warehouse in the Bronx; he was going to hit the man where it
hurt.
His wallet.
Edgar Blethins was Vic’s
best friend and personal accountant. The FBI had frozen all of the accounts he
managed, but there was still a chunk of money unaccounted for.
Ten million, seven
hundred and twenty-six thousand dollars to be exact.
Almost eleven million
dollars hadn’t just gotten up and walked away. So when Blethins signed up for
the Hendrix’s inaugural poker tournament in Las Vegas, it only made sense to
send an agent in undercover to keep an eye out for him.
Ryan had demanded to be
put on the case. He’d fucking begged, and when he’d finally gotten the go-ahead
for the assignment? He’d started doing his homework.
He knew every employee,
every longtime guest, and every big winner currently checked into the hotel. He
for damn sure knew every player registered to play in the tournament, but he
didn’t know “Adams, Daisy Adams” from Eve.
The woman had to be a
last minute entry.
But how? And why?
In the world of
professional gambling, the women who played were tough, domineering, and sexy
as hell. Men wore TT-shirts, shorts, and lucky charms, anything to stay
comfortable. Women wore low-cut shirts and too much makeup, working their own
special charm to gain the slightest advantage.
Daisy Adams wasn’t sexy.
She was cute.
Wearing a pair of
cotton-candy pajamas with fluffy white sheep embroidered on them, she was
adorable. The pajamas were a size too big, hanging loose on her already petite
frame, but they didn’t completely hide her curved hips and firm, high breasts.
Her hair was inky black, loose waves flowing around her heart-shaped face like
a dark and twisted halo. Her features were delicate, like the rest of her. Her
eyes were royal blue, so deep they were almost purple.
“Is there any other
reason I’d be in Las Vegas?” she snapped, answering his earlier question. Her
tone was harsh, coming from soft pink lips that curved generously on top and
were full on the bottom. At five in the morning, she probably wasn’t wearing
any makeup, so the apple red color of her cheeks had to be all natural. Fresh
from bed, she smelled like the orange trees his grandparents kept in their
dining room in Coney Island in winter, then dragged outside for the summer
months.
Fresh faced and innocent,
what the hell was she doing in the casino?
“You play poker?” Ryan
asked, just in case he was missing something.
“Sure, want some
pointers?”
Cute wasn’t his type. He
liked leggy law-enforcement professionals who knew the score—he’d been engaged
to three of them—but Daisy had spunk.
Ryan liked spunk.
It kept things
interesting.
He wondered if the blush
that was coloring her skin went all the way down, underneath those absurd
pajamas. The way she was glaring at him, she’d probably cut his throat if he
tried to find out, but it might be worth it. His gaze moved back to those warm,
full, lips. It would definitely be worth it.
“I’m always up for
improving my technique.” He ran his fingers through his hair, wishing he’d had
time to brush it before he opened the door. “Give me a second to throw on a
shirt, and I’ll take you out to breakfast.”
“What?” Daisy’s hands
went to her hips—all spunky and defiant—and those threadbare pajamas pulled
tight against her petite curves.
Ryan lost the ability to
think.
Damn. Daisy might be
small, but she was very well proportioned, with luscious breasts and full hips.
What was she wearing under those things anyway? A gentleman would step back and
close the door, but—fuck it—he definitely wasn’t a gentleman.
He moved closer for a
better view.
Author Bio:
Aleah Barley is a
writer of explosive romance for everyone. She lives and writes in Detroit,
Michigan, with a cat who's recently learned how to levitate, an over
enthusiastic Labrador, and the cutest guy in the world. She will do anything
for a hot cup of coffee or a wild romance--and, she can spell onomatoepia
without using spell check.
You can also
visit her online at the following places:
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