Title: Murder in Moscow
Author: Storm Chase
***Caution this book contains mild sex***
Burned
out ex-undercover detective Cassidy Stone leaves London for a new life in
Moscow, but her past continues to haunt her. Life begins to look up when a
favour for the embassy leads her into a lethal ambush, and into the orbit of
Dmitri Milyukov, a fun loving millionaire who shares her passion for extreme
sports. Cassidy slowly learns to love again – until she stumbles on proof that
Dmitri is at the center of a carefully plotted Red Mafia corporate espionage
operation aimed at her employer. Worse, there is a gruesome murder in her
office, and everyone is convinced Cassidy is the killer…
Murder in Moscow: a thrilling tale of passion,
romance, intrigue, betrayal and murder.
She heard the sound of running
feet coming towards her. More trouble, Cassidy thought. If they had
reinforcements, she was definitely dead.
The one with the martial
arts training was fumbling in his pocket. Frightened he had a gun, Cassidy knew
she had no more time for trickery and deception. She went in fast and close and
took him in the solar plexus with a swift eagle strike. As he slumped, his hand
came up with a knife.
The sight of it produced a
surge of fear that provided an extra spurt of strength and determination.
Cassidy moved in close and banged her hands over his ears, bursting his
eardrums while she kneed him in the balls. He folded like a sack, retching with
a high squealing sound.
“Are you all right?” With
surprise Cassidy saw it was Dmitri. He moved lightly, stepping over the
unconscious man at his feet. Cassidy hadn’t seen him go down. It must have been
fast. As her first victim stirred and tried to sit up, Dmitri gave him a casual
kick in the ribs. “Stay down,” he ordered. It was a hard voice, used to
command. The man slumped instinctively.
Police, Cassidy thought.
He must be plainclothes division.
Looking around he smiled
at her. “That was great,” he said. “Karate with a bit of Muay Thai improv. Or
was it taekwondo? Either way, love it!”
“Thanks,” Cassidy said warily.
Having done routine paperwork like converting her drivers’ license and getting
her residence card, her experience was that the Moscow police always had their
hand out. She wondered how much this would cost her.
Dmitri saw with interest
that his redhead was completely unmoved both by the attack or his appearance.
She was breathing a little fast but otherwise she looked cool and composed; as
if it was completely normal to stand about talking while three muggers were
heaving their guts up all over the street. She really was something. He grinned
companionably at her. “Let’s get this scum cleared away, huh?”
He put his fingers in his
mouth and whistled. Instantly there was an answering call.
Shit, Cassidy thought. She
didn’t want to be mixed up with official reports even though clearly the
handover was off.
Dmitri saw her wariness
and thought she might not remember him. Men were probably trying to get her
attention all the time. “Remember me? I’m Dmitri. We met earlier. Can I buy you
a drink?”
Cassidy stared at him.
“What?”
“A drink. I really wanted to ask you to dance but after this you
must be thirsty, so drinks first and a dance later?”
He was drunk, Cassidy
decided. No sober man would ask her for a drink while stepping around three
semiconscious, retching, groaning men. Dmitri looked sober but he must be
plastered. Cassidy stifled a groan. A clandestine meet that had been a complete
fuckup and now a tanked up copper looking for a date. Terrific. This just
couldn’t get worse.
Storm Chase was born
September 2012. Her alter ego is Ellen Whyte, a syndicated author who has
published roughly 3000 articles and 10 print books. The alter ego is the steady
type; Storm is the tearaway who's dedicated to making it work with epublishing.
Thanks! And LOL about the Caution! I don't know if it's a lure or off putting!
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