Today we are celebrating the release of Sandra Bunino’s PLATINUM, a thrilling and sexy new contemporary romance! Check out the buy link and teasers for the book below. The new dark is PLATINUM….
When reporter Stacia Howell follows a hot tip to Vegas, she doesn’t expect to end up running for her life—or to be scooped out of harm’s way by a towering mass of muscle with an icy attitude and a penetrating gaze.
Walker runs on two speeds: Intense and Highly Intense. His plane is emblazoned with the name of the mysterious organization she’s been investigating—Platinum. And a single touch makes her body buzz with the raw desire to lay herself bare before him.
Walker knows Stacia’s game. Hell, he invented the game. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in. Yet she makes him want to leave his imprint on her skin, and wring sounds of passion from her lips. One night of warm leather and straining chains, and he realizes she is his and his alone. But when he’s backed to the edge of a cliff, the only way to keep her safe could be to let her go. Forever.
Sandra Bunino is an author of romance who stays up too late dreaming up sexy heroes. When she’s not writing, shoe shopping, or saving wayward turtles, Sandra can be found with a cup of coffee browsing the shelves of an indie bookstore. As a social media junkie, Sandra loves to chat with readers and formed the Bookalicious Babes Facebook group where members share their love of books. Sandra also writes as Sandra Renee Appet.
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“Who’d you think you were dealing with?”
“Not the mafia,” she spat. “Why would I fly to Vegas with a mobster?”
“That question crossed my mind. Tell me what you know about him.”
Stacia took a long sip from her glass. Here we go. She’d wondered when he’d start the interrogation. “Don’t you mean tell you what I know about Platinum?”
His mouth quirked, but he didn’t say a word. They stood a few feet from each other in silence. Stacia knew his tactic. Silence was the first lesson of Reporting 101. Most people try to fill moments of awkward silence with words. The first person to speak loses the advantage.
“Platinum,” he repeated.
Advantage Stacia. She straightened her back. “I presume that’s who you work for. Name’s on the plane. Why don’t you cut the shit and ask me what you really want to know?”
His eyes locked with hers, but she refused to look away. “Why did you go to Vegas with a man you didn’t know?”
“For a story that would’ve jumpstarted my career.”
“The only thing he’d say was it was about Platinum, that he was a disgruntled employee who wanted to get even. He hinted there was something going on in the sudden crop of clubs Platinum opened, like The Silver Club in Vegas. He said if I joined him at the opening of the club I’d get my story.”
“The Silver Club isn’t Platinum’s. It’s owned by the Cardinellis.”
She shook her head. “I did my research. Platinum bought the property.”
“You didn’t finish your homework. Platinum bought it but resold it to Carlo Cardinelli.”
“It must’ve been recent because it didn’t show up on my search.” She tilted her head. “The real question is why would a security and national defense company buy a nightclub and sell it to a known mobster?”
Ice cubes clinked against his glass as he gave it another swirl. “It was necessary. Dealing with Carlo is a calculated game of give and take. We may have given him the club, but today we took you.”
“It still doesn’t make sense. And if it’s a Cardinelli club, why would they risk turning the attention on themselves?”
“Not sure, but Jake’s job was to lure you there for some reason.”
“Why me? If exposure was what they were after wouldn’t they contact a reporter with more clout?” Stacia had no doubt she would be one of those reporters in time, but as a junior reporter she still had to beg for fluff pieces.
“They wanted someone green because they knew you’d keep it quiet. You’d want the story for yourself.”
She leaned against the cabin wall and closed her eyes, angry for letting her drive for success overshadow common sense. She’d played right into Jake like an idiot.
“What happened at the hotel before you left?” Walker asked.
Stacia rubbed her forehead as she tried to recall the details of the last moments in the Vegas hotel suite. “We checked into adjoining suites. I didn’t want connecting rooms but he insisted and said I could lock my side, so I agreed. I noticed the adjoining door was open when I was getting dressed for dinner. He must’ve been in my room when I was in the shower. So, I marched over to his side to rip him a new asshole and heard him on the phone in the bedroom. He said he had me and if I gave him trouble he’d take care of it. I realized I was in over my head and no one knew where I was. So I went back to my suite and left.” She paused, realizing how she’d let her ambition cloud her common sense. “You must think I’m stupid.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you’re thinking it.”
“You didn’t tell anyone where you were going? Your boss? Your father?”
She shook her head. “I knew my boss wouldn’t agree on it, so I took a couple days off and went on my own time. I figured if I came back with the story, I’d be a rock star. You know the saying: ask for forgiveness, not permission. Taking chances is part of the business. It was the chance I took.”
“What about your father? Why didn’t you tell him you were going to Vegas?”
Stacia gazed out the window. “My father believes in doing things by the book. He wouldn’t understand. He’s not pleased with my career choice, and he hates Las Vegas, almost as much as he hates LA.”
“Your father sounds like a smart man.”
Her father was a brilliant man. General Howell reminded her of that fact with every wrong move she made. If he had it his way she would’ve gone to law school and joined a practice in Cleveland.
Walker drained his glass and placed it on the counter. “Look, I don’t know why they lured you to Vegas, but it wasn’t to break open some story. There isn’t one to report.”
“Maybe. But there is one now.”
He pinned her with a heavy stare. “There’s no story.”
She chuckled. “I’m being kidnapped by one of this country’s most powerful and mysterious corporations and there’s no story? Bull. Shit.”