06 August 2015

TASTY TOUR~HARD AS ICE~RAVEN SCOTT


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HARD AS ICE
Fortis #1
Raven Scott
Releasing July 28th, 2015
Kensington: Dafina


A covert ops specialist, a cyber-surveillance expert, and an unmatched international security and recovery pro. These are the men of Fortis. When money is no object, discretion is essential, and the police are not an option, the wealthy and powerful call on this trio of former government agents with elite military training—not to mention charm and good looks…

Former CIA agent Evan DaCosta is ready to continue his life of adventure, intrigue, and service. That means joining Fortis—and taking on the recovery of precious jewels stolen from a prestigious auction house. The list of suspects is long, but Evan is focused on the possibility of an inside job. Now he’ll have to go undercover and stay close to the gorgeous business manager, Nia James.

A gifted salesperson, Nia worked hard to get where she is today. Now, with her career at stake, a target on her back, and Evan watching her every move, she’s feeling the pressure and the heat. As Nia and Evan become intensely entangled, can they survive the secrets and threats standing in their way or will they run out of time?

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RAVEN SCOTT is married with two daughters and two dogs, living in the beautiful city of Burlington, Ontario, in the greater Toronto area.  She discovered her love of fiction at an early age, devouring hundreds of books over the years. She reads everything from historical and contemporary romance to mystery, sci-fi and suspense. By the time Raven finished University, she had her own stories brewing in her imagination. Writing became a satisfying hobby, then a fulfilling career. When Raven isn't reading or writing, you can find her outside with her family. 

Find out more at www.ravenscottbooks.com, or visit her on Facebook and Twitter @ravenscottbooks.





Outside, she flagged down a taxi and arrived at her destination with a few minutes to spare. The Boston Harbor was a swanky, five-star waterfront hotel. Nia had been there a few other times over the years for sale conferences and charity events. The food was always fantastic.

            At the entrance of the main restaurant, she approached the hostess.

            “Hi, ma’am, will you be dining alone or with a party?” the young woman asked.

            “Hi, I’m meeting Mr. Evan DaCosta. I believe he has reservations?” Nia replied, questioningly.

            The hostess smiled brightly.

            “Miss James, I presume?”

            Nia blinked.

            “Yes.”

            “Wonderful. Mr. DaCosta is running a few minutes late. He asked that you meet him in his hotel room. Oliver will escort you upstairs,” she told Nia, gesturing to a bellhop standing nearby.

            Nia opened her mouth to object, looking back and forth between the two polite and eager hotel employees, but closed it instead. They wouldn’t have any answers to her questions.

            “Thank you,” she stated instead.

            In her head, she was thinking there was no way she was going up to that hotel room! Sure, Google had confirmed his identity, but it couldn’t guarantee that he wasn’t a serial rapist or murderer. Now, she wished she had satisfied her curiosity and done more digging into his life.

            “Right this way, ma’am,” urged the bellhop as he walked farther into the lobby and toward the elevators.

            “Would you mind giving me a minute to make a quick phone call?” she asked, bringing them to a stop.

            “Certainly,” he replied, then walked a few steps away to give her some privacy.

            Nia reached into her purse and pulled out the business card she had tucked into the inside pocket earlier that afternoon. She had no idea what she was going to say to Mr. DaCosta to cancel the meeting, but that was exactly what she was going to do. Or would have done, if he had answered his phone. But he didn’t. Instead, it went to voice mail. She hung up and let out a deep breath. Then she dialed his assistant’s number.

            “Evan DaCosta’s office, Sandra speaking. How can I help you?

            “Yes, hi. My name is Nia James. I have a six o’clock appointment with Mr. DaCosta.”

            “Yes, Miss James. Are you at the hotel? Did you get the message at the restaurant?” 
the woman asked.

            “Yes, I’m downstairs. But—”

            “Good! We’ll see you in his room shortly.”

            And the line went dead. Really?!

            “Is everything okay, ma’am?” asked the bellhop.

            Well, if Nia took Evan’s assistant literally, it sounded like they were both in his room. Her well-earned streetwise instincts told her something was still fishy. But, it now seemed less likely that it was all an elaborate ruseto kill her, or worse.

            “Yes, thank you. I’m all set.”

            The young man nodded politely and gestured for her to follow him. He guided her into the elevators where they exited on an upper floor, then stopped at the end of the hall.

            “Here you are, ma’am. Have a great evening.”

            Then he was gone, without even hinting for a tip. Nia squared her shoulders, brushed invisible lint off her suit jacket, then knocked.





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