Woo hoo only 21 days until the release of Lost in Little Havana, my new romantic suspense release from Harlequin Intrigue. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from the book for you and don’t forget to enter the giveaway on my Facebook Fan page for a chance win a $15 Gift Card and some custom book cover pins! You can enter the contest at https://bit.ly/3Ui4J06 or if you’re not on Facebook, leave a comment on this post. Also, please take a moment to check out Lost in Little Havana at https://amzn.to/3FT144d.
Excerpt
Roni rode the elevators to the lobby and strolled out onto the steps of the hotel. She looked around and realized that Trey was sitting off to one side of the wide veranda at the front of the hotel.
He sauntered to her and laid a hand at her waist. “Are you okay?”
“I am,” she said, and they walked toward the valet at the curb.
“Mia and Carolina said Wilson took you into his private room. What happened in there?” he asked, searching her features for any sign of upset.
“You’re not going to believe me when I tell you.” She displayed the card with the phone number and said, “He wanted a gaming partner.”
Trey examined the card as they reached the curb. A valet rushed up to them and he passed the man the ticket for the convertible. The young man sprinted away to get their car.
“I don’t get it,” Trey said and returned the card.
“We played a video game. All night. And it turns out Miles is his half brother.”
Trey shook his head. “The weird feeling Mia and Carolina got was—”
“Off, but not in a way we should worry about. I mean, it is weird, but aren’t there a lot of eccentric millionaires?” she said with a quick wobble of her head.
Trey cursed, but just then a car turned the corner with the screech of tires on the pavement and veered into the wrong lane of traffic in front of the hotel. The dark muzzle of a gun poked from the driver’s-side window.
“Get down,” Trey screamed and hauled her to the ground behind a parked car, covering her body with his as a spray of gunfire pinged against vehicles and shattered glass.
After the gunfire had ended, he helped her sit up. “You okay?”
“I’m okay,” she said, even though there was a burning sensation along her right arm.
Trey muttered a curse. “You’re hit.”
There was only a small graze on her upper arm. “I’m okay,” she said and accepted his help to get to her feet. She wobbled on the high heels, but he steadied her.
“Are you sure?” he asked even as a police car jerked to a halt in front of the hotel, lights flashing, casting eerie red and blue lights that battled with the neon from the buildings along the strip. A second cruiser arrived a second later and the officers streamed from their vehicles to check on those who had been on the sidewalk when the shooting started.
Trey and Roni did the same. Trey pulled his out from his pocket and Roni slipped her hand beneath the hem of the dress to the holder wrapped high around her thigh. They showed the badges to the officers and civilians they helped.
Luckily no pedestrians or hotel patrons had been shot, and there were only minor injuries from people diving out of the way to avoid the gunfire. The EMTs tended to them and Roni. After, Trey and Roni worked with the other officers to take down names and get as many firsthand accounts as they could about the car and shooter.
Captain Rogers arrived in a squad car just as they were heading into the hotel to request the videos from their security cameras. “Lopez. Gonzalez. Do you have any idea if this was related to your investigation?”
Sadly, there had been a number of shootings on Ocean Drive and nearby areas. “It’s possible, but we can’t say for sure,” she said.
Rogers gestured to her arm, which had been bandaged by one of the EMTs “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “I’m fine and we have witness accounts of the car and driver as well as our own observations.”
“Good. Let’s go see what those security videos have for us,” Rogers said.
