Book Title: Vengeance (A Valentine Shepherd Novel)
Author: Shana Figueroa @shana_figueroa @bookenthupromo
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 6, 2016
Publisher: Forever & Forever Yours | Grand Publishing
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Not every Valentine is a saint . . .
Corruption. Greed. Illicit sex. Murder. Private investigator Valentine Shepherd thinks she’s seen it all, and her strange ability to glimpse the future gives her an edge no one else in the world has. But when her fiancé is killed trying to exonerate his client, billionaire Max Carressa, Val makes it her personal mission to bring the people responsible to justice, no matter the cost. Convinced the two men are linked by more than attorney-client privilege, she enlists Max’s help in her investigation and gets more than she bargained for . . .
On the run, Val and Max must uncover who wants them dead and why. The answer leads them to a conspiracy that has Val herself at its center. She doesn’t understand how or why, but time is running out to expose the truth and escape the danger she knows is coming . . .
After reading Vengeance and deciding how I was going to rate this book, I really thought about what I enjoyed about the book and how it stacked up to other books in it’s genre. It is a paranormal, suspense, romance mix. The thing is that it has the most unique twist to the story line that I have ever read. I read paranormal books where the character could see the future, but in Vengeance the twist is how the characters can see the future. I am not going to ruin the surprise, but really in my years of reading paranormal I never came across the twist as I did in Vengeance.
I am always happy when I see a title fit the story. In Vengeance, the title fit the story perfectly. Valentine is seeking Vengeance for the death of her fiancé. She determines that her deceased fiance’s client is the key to solving the mystery. I must admit part of the reason I gave the story a high rating as I did was the fact that the mystery was not an easy answer to solve. As the story came to a conclusion I was rendered speechless. I never imaged the fork it took in the road.
Just a warning for those that don’t like certain graphic scenes, there are a few parts in the book where there is F/F and M/M. It isn’t the primary focus of the story, but it is there.
I am eager to see how Valentine is going to have her story go. Maybe we can beg Shana for a few hints as we wait for the next book to come out.
Shana Figueroa is a published author who specializes in romance and humor, with occasional sojourns into horror, sci-fi, and literary fiction.
She lives in Massachusetts with her husband, two young daughters, and two old pugs. She enjoys reading, writing (obviously), martial arts, video games, and SCIENCE—it’s poetry in motion! By day, she serves her country in the US Air Force as an aerospace engineer. By night, she hunkers down in a corner and cranks out the crazy stories lurking in her head.
Val sprinted down the narrow passage, crashing through mud puddles and leaping over bags of trash that littered her escape route. She followed the alley when it turned right, scanning her path for any opening into the street that might save her life. Before she found a way out, the alley dead-ended at a tarp-covered chain-link fence with barbed wire on top and a padlock trapping her inside.
“No!” Val yanked on the padlock. It didn’t budge. She tried the only door in the alley, a metal behemoth flush with the brick—locked. “Goddammit, no!” She kicked the door, and it barely moved.
Val pulled out her pistol and pressed herself into the corner of the alley’s dead end. She’d been in firefights before while in the military, though not against American citizens, and not alone. She didn’t stand much of a chance against two armed cops when she had nowhere to hide and no cover for support. In all her visions she’d never seen her own death. There was no reason this couldn’t be it.
But she’d be damned if she was going down without a fight. Val planted her feet on the wet pavement, gun trained at the alleyway’s bend, ready to shoot the first thing that entered her line of sight. The rain picked up, an icy October shower that matted her hair to her face and would have chilled her to the bone if not for the wild adrenaline racing through her veins. For what seemed like an eternity she listened to the approaching footsteps and stood her ground, waiting to die.
Then she heard it—a chain rattling. Val ripped her gaze away from where her killers were due to arrive any second to see a set of bolt cutters slip through the fence and snap the padlock off. The chain slinked to the ground, and someone pulled the gate open.
One of her pursuers had somehow doubled back, and now they surrounded her.
Val spun around to face her flanker, finger on the trigger to let loose a hail of bullets into Sten or his friend’s smug face. She gasped and just barely stopped herself from firing as she registered Max Carressa standing in front of her, holding the bolt cutters and recoiling from her gun. She hardly recognized him in jeans and a black motorcycle jacket, a baseball cap deflecting the rain out of his startled face, though his gorgeous eyes were a dead giveaway.
“What the hell?” she said.
Max grabbed her arm. “Come on!” He glanced behind her, where Chet’s murderers thundered up, just around the corner. “Do you wanna die here or not?”