Susannah Scott’s LUCK OF THE DRAGON Serial Blog Tour!
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Luciana de Luca has a PhD in sass and gemology—and a problem. Her twin brother’s gambling debts have gotten out of hand, and a mob enforcer is blackmailing her to rob the latest, greatest mega-casino on the Strip. Although Lucy has worked her whole life to get away from her family’s grifter past, to save her brother, she dons three-inch heels and a sluts-r-us dress and struts into Alec’s Gerald’s casino, determined to put her long-forgotten thieving ways to the test again.
Alec Gerald, a shape-shifting dragon, has built the Crown Jewel casino to provide sanctuary for his people amongst the flash and awe of Las Vegas. Unfortunately, the sexy little thief trying to rob his gem exhibit turns out to be his mate, and he must woo her before he loses his dragon form forever. With enemies in every corner, and the all-important mating ceremony looming, Alec and Lucy must learn to trust each other, before time runs out for Alec and the rest of the dragons.
I looked at the amazing dragon sculptures, each one about eight-foot, their wings spread mid-leap from the ground. Whereas before they had seemed self-possessed and regal, now they looked ensnared, the crude chain tying them to the ground with plebian links, unworthy of their grace. Sadness filled me, as if I was leaving the pound empty handed.
“Give me your contact information,” Bob (the crazy artist) stepped even closer, stale beer smell swamped me and I pushed into the corner of the truck.
My husband fired up the diesel, causing the guard dogs to start barking from inside the house. My mind turned over the request. I really wanted Bob to call about the selling one of the dragons. I pulled my purse from the truck. My husband shot me a displeased look, but kept his foot on the brake. I tore out a deposit slip and removed everything but our name and PO Box address. I scrawled my cell phone number on the scrap of paper and handed it to him.
“Give me a call if you change your mind about selling the dragons.” I said.
Bob snatched the paper and stuck it in his flannel shirt pocket. I watched the varmint-like action with an increasing sense that I had made a mistake. I wanted to pull the paper back, yank it out of his pocket, but that would have definitely been RUDE.
“You take my number down too. ###_###,” Bob said.
I did not need his number. Not for any reason, but I wrote it down just to get things over. My husband put the truck in reverse and the gears shifted noisy at my back. “We better get going,” he called, and started reversing up the hill.
“Oh, and you never asked my name. It is Bob. Country Bob.”
“Country Bob?” This surprised me so much, that I stepped away from the truck, which kept moving backward up the drive. “No last name?” We had been told his name before we went searching for the compound. It wasn’t Bob, or Country Bob, or anything even country sounding.
“You can do a lot of harm with a person’s name,” Bob said. “So, I never give it out.”
Anxiety gripped my chest and I had a hard time breathing.
“Country Bob is fine.”
All my best,
Susannah Scott
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P.S. You can check my website (www.susannahscottbooks.com), for the next stop on my blog tour, wherein I will continue my tale, and give out more excerpts from my upcoming release, LUCK OF THE DRAGON. You can also follow me on Facebook as Susannah Scott, or on Twitter @Susannah_Scott.
