VODKA TO DIE FOR…
Kat’s craft vodka brand makes it big, but a crazed murderer’s on her trail.
Glamorous blonde Kat White makes the best vodka in the world. At last, her craft vodka from Birmingham is going places, while the mother who abandoned her faces financial ruin.
So does vodka salesman Marty Bridges. Kat doesn’t trust him, but she has to save his business or hers will go under too.
That’s not her biggest problem. Crazed murderer Shaun Halloran wants to kill her, even if it means breaking out of jail to take his revenge.
Kat dreams of love, riches and success in her life – but shouldn’t she just focus on staying alive?
Extract
I hope you enjoy it.
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“Don’t mind the old folks,” Angela said, once she’d steered Kat into the kitchen, out of the clan’s earshot. “They’re in your face, but there’s no harm in them.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “How come you’re not drinking? Don’t pretend you are. I clocked the peace lily taking a soaking. Marty told me you were a party girl. I even bought in extra.”
It wasn’t just the elders who asked personal questions, then. “I’m not feeling well,” Kat said. She still wasn’t sure how she’d cope with her return to work on Tuesday. The production process relied on her tasting skills. She hoped she’d recover in time.
Angela persisted. “Are you pregnant?” she asked.
Kat shook her head. She hadn’t even considered the possibility. In truth, she didn’t know. To her growing dismay, memories of the Christmas party began to crystallise. There had been a night in a hotel with Tim. Had she nipped back home for a pill in the morning? When she recalled the hangover she’d suffered, she doubted it. Would pregnancy affect her that quickly, though? It wasn’t even two weeks ago.
A baby wasn’t part of her plan. She needed to make a success of her business, prove herself to Marty, and reap the rewards. He was paying her a basic salary, but she’d have a share when Starshine vodka made profits. She knew the brand would be a money-spinner: as soon as she moved to larger premises, she could show Marty that. Her future lay in her own hands, and a child was a wild card.
How would Tim feel? Kat had dreamed about walking down the aisle with him, but he hadn’t asked. Whatever Sylvia thought, they’d never talked about a long-term future, or children.
She hadn’t experienced any maternal instincts either. Didn’t they suddenly appear when you hit thirty? This was way too soon. Kat shuddered.
Thank you, AA Abbott and Love Books Tours Group
About the author
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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