Wild Card

By Aleah Barley

Las Vegas showgirl Gina Malloy isn’t looking for trouble when she walks in on a shady backroom deal, but when the bullets start flying, she grabs the bag full of stolen loot and hits the road out of town. Of course, she didn’t count on the bad guys tailing her, or the sexy detective who comes to her rescue.

Detective Gabriel Finn is no one’s knight in shining armor. A former priest, he just wants to drag the witness’s butt back to town. Instead, he gets a tough as nails woman who’s all grit and heart. When a pair of thugs take a shot at her, he decides the best way to keep her safe is to stay out of Las Vegas and launch his own investigation.

Take one long-legged showgirl, a former priest turned detective, and a couple of mafia thugs. Mix carefully. The results should be explosive.

Series order:
Leaving Las Vegas Book 1: Leaving Las Vegas
Leaving Las Vegas Book 2: All In
Leaving Las Vegas Book 3: Wild Card

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Apr 11, 2016
• ISBN: 9781633755819

Book preview

He’s no saint, she’s all sinner.

Las Vegas showgirl Gina Malloy isn’t looking for trouble when she walks in on a shady backroom deal, but when the bullets start flying, she grabs the bag full of stolen loot and hits the road out of town. Of course, she didn’t count on the bad guys tailing her, or the sexy detective who comes to her rescue.

Detective Gabriel Finn is no one’s knight in shining armor. A former priest, he just wants to drag the witness’s butt back to town. Instead, he gets a tough as nails woman who’s all grit and heart. When a pair of thugs take a shot at her, he decides the best way to keep her safe is to stay out of Las Vegas and launch his own investigation.

Take one long-legged showgirl, a former priest turned detective, and a couple of mafia thugs. Mix carefully. The results should be explosive.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Epilogue

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2016 by Aleah Barley. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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First Edition April 2016

Chapter One

The Rollio wasn’t the largest casino on the Strip or the grandest.

But it was Gina Malloy’s favorite.

She’d started as a backup dancer in one of the smaller lounges and worked her way up through the ranks. Now she was twenty-eight—old for a dancer—and her feet hurt when she got out of bed in the morning. Her back ached, and her legs were sore no matter how many hot baths she took.

She wouldn’t trade it in for the world.

Still, it would be nice to get out of work early for a change. She checked her watch. Two in the freaking morning, and she still needed to drive home.

First though, she was going to grab some caffeine. She cut across the employee parking lot, the asphalt scraping against her bare feet. Zippy’s, the twenty-four-hour diner on the corner, was crowded even in the middle of the night. She slid her feet into her heels—an uncomfortable thing to do after the night’s performance—and waited in line to order her coffee.

I’ll take a half-caf vanilla latte. She smiled at the woman behind the counter.

You’ll get a coffee, black. Irma had been working at Zippy’s since long before Gina had started at the Rollio. She wore a pink frilly apron over her T-shirt and jeans and glared at tourists with the fire of a thousand suns. Her head cocked slightly to the side. You can pour the milk yourself, but I think it’s curdled.

Sounds fair. Gina rifled through her bag, looking for her wallet. Zippy’s might not make the best coffee in Las Vegas, but it was strong enough to tar roads and cheap as hell. Seventy-five cents for a one-size-fits-all to-go cup. There wasn’t a better deal between the Strip and the trailer park Gina called home.

Her wallet was missing. She must have left it in the dressing room. She frowned and dug a trio of quarters out of the bottom of her bag and slid them across the counter.

Aren’t you going to tip? Irma asked.

Fine. Gina dug some more and found a wrinkled dollar bill. She slapped it down on the counter beside the change. The news crackled overhead. Anything going on I should know about?

The usual. There’s traffic all over town. Some guy tried to hold up one of the casinos down near the airport. The fool got halfway to the cage with a gun before a pair of security guards jumped him.

Idiot. Gina sighed. In Las Vegas two things were certain—security guards and surveillance. Anything else I should know about?

Irma snorted. I don’t have all night.

Un-freaking-believable.

Gina turned and headed out of the diner. Her high heels clicked against the concrete sidewalk as she headed back toward the parking lot of the Rollio.

It had taken her less than twenty minutes to get her coffee, but in that time, the parking lot had emptied out, with most of the dancers heading to the nearest nightclub. A few years earlier, she would have been with them. Now, she just wanted to get home.

She dug into the pocket of her short-shorts for her employee badge and then let herself in through the back door.

The normally busy backstage area was eerily silent. The last performance had ended two hours earlier. The ushers had cleaned the auditorium. The crew had broken down the set. The whole place had been swept, polished, and emptied.

She hustled into the dancers’ changing room, rummaging through the pile of sequins and feathers at her dressing table until she found what she was looking for. Her slim red wallet must have slipped out onto the floor while she was changing. She tucked it into the side of her bag then started to leave.

Damn it, Donovan.

She’d barely made it out of the dressing room when a voice interrupted her progress, echoing through the narrow backstage hallways.

What are we doing here?

Gina froze. Hell. Her badge might have worked on the door, but that didn’t mean she had permission to be at the Rollio after hours. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip. She pressed herself back into the dark dressing room doorway. She should leave—slipping quietly out the back door—before she was caught and fired.

You wanted to talk. This is as good a place as any. The speaker—Donovan—prowled forward, moving into a small pool of illumination provided by one of the emergency lights near the stage door. He was a whip-thin man with dark hair. His face was half shadowed, but there was no mistaking the cut of his expensive suit or the glint of metal in his hand.

A gun. Gina swallowed back a yelp. The man was carrying a gun.

You don’t need that, the other man said nervously.

Think of it as insurance. Donovan sniffed. Now talk.

I got you what you wanted, the other man whined. It wasn’t easy. I want more money.

You’ll get what we negotiated.

I’ll get double or you won’t get the merchandise.

You really think it’s worth that much? Donovan asked, his doubt palpable. Show me.

There was a moment’s silence, and then the second man rounded the corner so close to Gina, she thought her heart might explode. He was a big man in light-colored pants and a dark uniform shirt. In the shadowy light, it was hard to make out details, but Gina would have had to be blind to miss the flash of handcuffs at his waist or the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department badge on his shoulder.

Her breath was coming faster. Her skin felt prickly. She needed to get out of here before something happened, but her legs refused to move. Damn it. She wasn’t going to be fired. If they caught her, they’d shoot first and ask questions never.

It pissed her off. Her hands curled into fists. She hadn’t clawed her way out of a Southern California trailer park, overcome her less-than-savory past, and forged a career in one of the toughest cities in the world just to get shot in the dark by a dirty cop.

He had to be dirty. Honest cops didn’t skulk around in casino back rooms.

The cop put a large bag down on the scuffed linoleum floor. He slid it forward. I’m not the only one who’s going to need a payoff. It’s not just about turning a blind eye to your clients’ escapades. People are going to notice this is missing. They’ll be looking.

There will be nothing for them to find, right?

Of course not. I know what I’m doing.

What the hell was in the bag? It didn’t matter. All Gina could think about was getting the hell out of there. She needed—

Fifty thousand dollars. Donovan stuck his gun into his waistband and pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket. The envelope was thick, an inch or two. Did it really hold fifty thousand dollars?

Gina’s heart skipped a beat. Fifty thousand dollars. It was more money than she’d ever seen in one place. Enough to start a new life somewhere…or make good on the debts of her old one. With fifty thousand dollars, she could pay off the loan on her house, buy a freezer full of ice cream, and put a down payment on a new car.

More importantly, she could have a financial cushion. Something to break her fall when her legs finally gave out and she couldn’t dance at the Rollio anymore. Something to keep her safe when the wolves came howling at the door.

Donovan bent over to look at the bag’s contents. Whatever he saw made his muscles clench and his jaw tense. If I find out you’ve made a copy, or left something out—

Don’t worry, the cop assured him. He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze never leaving the envelope. That’s it…and a little extra, just like we talked about.

Good.

Want to hear how I got it out of lockup? It was pretty clever.

I don’t need to know. Donovan straightened. You’ve earned your money.

I told you. I want double.

You’ll get what we agreed upon, like the other times.

The other times were different. The cop’s deferential tone vanished when they started talking about the money. This isn’t just a slipup here or there. It’s—

It’s merchandise. Donovan repeated the word. Don’t think it’s anything else or you might find yourself…indisposed.

Merchandise that’s worth a lot to your boss. The cop took half a step forward, clearly balking at the threat in the other man’s tone. He wants to go free. I want three times what you promised me. One hundred and fifty thousand dollars—in cash—or I go straight to my lieutenant.

You think we don’t have him in our pocket, too? Donovan snorted in disgust. There was a moment’s pause and then a sigh. His shoulders relaxed, as if he’d just made a decision. Okay. You’ll get your money. One hundred and fifty thousand dollars in cash.

Tonight, the cop said. I want to be paid tonight.

There was a long pause. How about a compromise? Donovan’s voice was deep and silky. You’ll take the fifty thousand we originally agreed upon tonight, and I’ll get you the rest in the morning.

Then I’ll keep a little something back until you deliver. The cop nodded toward the bag. Insurance, like you said.

That would be unwise. Donovan surged toward the other man, stepping neatly over the bag on the floor. His movement forced the cop back toward the far wall.

Gina swallowed hard. The men were still too close for her to make a move, but if they just moved a few more steps, the path to the back door would be clear. Her high-heeled feet itched to race across the linoleum. A cold sweat broke out between her shoulder blades.

The moment both men’s backs were turned, she made her move, creeping out of the dressing room and into the dark hallway. The shadows enveloped her, but she still felt exposed.

The door was less than thirty feet away.

All she had to do was run.

But the bag was really, really close.

Whatever it contained was worth at least fifty thousand dollars. It could change her life…and her life definitely needed changing. Her mortgage was underwater, her car was falling apart, and a lifetime spent working her ass off had left her with nothing but sore feet and broken dreams. Grabbing it was a risk, truly, but compared to other things she’d done in her life—leaving her hometown in the middle of the night and heading to Las Vegas with nothing but the clothes on her back—it was nothing.

The men were talking now, their voices too low for Gina to make anything out. She kept her movements slow. When she finally clasped the bag’s thick cloth handles between her hands, she could feel her heart beating triple time. Success.

Now, all she had to do was sneak away before anyone noticed the bag was missing—

Bang. The gunshot reverberated through the narrow hallway, echoing loudly in the sharp corners. The sound was enough to make Gina’s legs falter.

Forget sneaking.

Gina started to run.

…

If the world was ending, Finn didn’t want to hear about it. He already had a full schedule for the day. He was going to sleep, drink, and—if he felt up to it—put in some time making the little speed bag dance down at the boxing gym.

Tomorrow, he was going to do the exact same thing.

He was on vacation, damn it. Involuntary, sure, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use the rest.

Unfortunately, his boss didn’t think the same way. Captain Howard had scheduled a meeting at seven o’clock in the morning. There’d been two cups of coffee waiting in his office when Finn arrived. The coffee was horrible: strong, dark, and sour, as if the big machine it was brewed in hadn’t been cleaned in years.

Damn, I’ve missed this. Finn took a long sip. What am I doing here?

There was a shooting last night. Captain Howard pushed a brown file folder across his desk. Body dumped in the desert.

Yeah, and? I’m not assigned to violent crimes. Hell, I’m not assigned anywhere. The LVMPD had made sure of that. I’m on vacation.

It’s called mandatory rest and recovery, Finn. You were shot twice.

The second one was just a scratch. Finn rubbed

Reviews for Wild Card

[ladycato · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I've read so much urban fantasy that I tend to be critical of it. It has to be really good and fresh to grip me. Wild Card did just that. Wyman uses the vivid backdrop of Las Vegas to depict an unusual face-off of the old trickster gods. Cat is a snarky red-head with a knack for computers, but her day job is interrupted by the whims of Eris, who owns her soul. When Cat finds that Eris has thrown Cat's soul into a card game match between trickster gods, all hell breaks loose. Literally. The gods don't simply play to win. They want to test the potential goods. That means Cat's on the run for her life, all with the help of the rakish satyr, Marius.A lot of urban fantasies recycle the same gods and fae. I loved that Wyman brought in Maui and mythology from Hawaii, a darker take on Coyote, and I loved, loved, what she did with Loki. The romance isn't some clear-cut thing here, either. Marius comes across as a real dirt bag from the start, but he develops into a very complex and sympathetic character.This is the sort of book that reminds me that urban fantasy can still be fresh and full of potential.

[capnrandm · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Review courtesy of All Things Urban Fantasy.WILD CARD makes perfect use of Las Vegas, turning the lights and the glamor of the Strip into a backdrop for battling gods, deadly monsters, and the battered and broken bit players just trying to break even. Both Cat and Marius have quite a bit of baggage, and knowing who you can trust in the city of sin is even more difficult with immortal agendas muddying the waters.Both the strength and weakness of WILD CARD is how many unanticipated twists move the story. Some work beautifully, adding extra momentum and adrenaline to an already breakneck pace. Others feel unfinished, and their rough edges snagged the story and slowed things down. Perhaps the worst example of this is the mechanism of the poker chips. Lies and hazy rules swirl around them, making it hard to understand where Cat will find them, what they represent, or why powerful beings keep handing them over. This mechanic spans the whole book, so the entire flashy and fun adventure is built on a weak and wobbly foundation.But make no mistake, WILD CARD is an entertaining way to fill an afternoon. Cat’s genuine interest in problem solving dovetails beautifully with the story, and helped me remain interested despite the elements that didn’t work as well. Perhaps like any Las Vegas tall tale, WILD CARD is an adventure best enjoyed without too much scrutiny.Sexual Content: Kissing, references to sex, a non-explicit sexual assault.

[evampire-1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This debut urban fantasy novel is a refreshing and unique take on magic and mythology, that involves gods in the in the glittering lights of Las Vegas.Catherine Sharp’s life sucks, not only is she working at a dead end job, she’s stuck performing random task to the Greek goddess of Discord, Eris, who just happens to own her soul. When her soul is anted up in a poker game with five sneaky gods, Catherine must find a way to collect the winning chips that could save her life. She’s joined by Marius, a satyr who owns his own debt to Eris and if they don’t kill each other or fall in love, they just might get their freedom back.The author has created a fun, fast paced read that keeps readers entertained from beginning to end. She brings this fascinating tale to life with vivid imagery, lots of action and intrigue and compelling characters with strong snarky personalities that seizes the imagination and doesn’t let go. There is also plenty of humor with some amusing events set in motion by the twisted game the gods are playing as well as the sassy and spunky dialogue. And the author’s setting the story in Las Vegas is ingenious I mean what better place for the gods to play in the modern world.The author does a great job of building this fascinating world, making the reader feel as if they are right there with the characters. This world certainly has a promising future if the author decides to make it into a series. I certainly feel that her debut novel is a success and I will be keeping my eye out for more books by Jamie Wyman.