Sunday, June 8, 2014










The Plot Thickens
Series- Sémya Slotin Mystery #2
By- Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Genre- mystery/suspense/ thriller romance

Blurb-
18+ adult content
What happened while Semya Slotin and Josh Heinz were busy solving Johanna Cartier's murder in Bird Of Prey?

Polliannah's story... When Polliannah Koch Guryev meets John Allen, she thinks that she's finally found her Prince Charming a tall, blond and handsome banker. What could go wrong?

John Allen has a job to do and getting closer to the beautiful Miss Koch Guryev is supposed to be a means to an end. But then they fall in love. He's a hit man on a mission, she's the sister of his targets. What possible future could they have? Now he and his Russian Princess have to leave London for their safety.But it may already be too late for them…

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Excerpt one

John adjusted his earpiece when he saw Sémya and Polliannah getting out of the car. He has been spying on them for over a month now. He realised early on that it was easier to do in Chelsea, close to their store, than around their flat in North London. There, someone may notice him or worst recognize him. He lowered his head and looked away as they passed him. Polliannah stopped a couple of steps up when her phone rang and Sémya crossed her arms sipping her coffee.
They both looked like they had a long night. Polliannah adjusted her mini dress and sighed heavily before answering. “Wie bist du Mamma9?” she said rolling her tired eyes at Sémya. Her almost daily calls from her mother Petra Koch… {9.How are you Mom?}
She gave Sémya the keys to the store. “Weak Sauce!” Sémya teased and ran across the street to open their store.
“You know I want to speak in English with you, Nannah,” John heard Polliannah’s mother say through his earpiece, the magic of modern technology as long as he was close enough. The small café not far from their store was perfect for this. “Yes, I am fine. Are you? You sound tired.”
“Sémya and I finished that nice bottle of vodka Connor sent me last year for my thirtieth birthday,” she laughed back. She yawned and stretched her body, revealing her long sexy legs. “It was good stuff.” Connor Ivan Guryev was Ivan Guryev’s second son after Dmitri, his eldest. “What can I do for you Mama? We’re about to open the store and we have to do our inventory–”
“Your father’s offer and mine still stands, Nannah. We know you need the money and your family needs you,” Petra said.
“Money with strings attached. Thank you, mama but no thanks,” Polliannah told her mother for the twentieth time.
“All right Liebling. You take care10,” Petra said. {10.Darling}
“I always do mama. Please do the same,” she told her and disconnected the call.  Each time her mother called, John was convinced that she would finally give in and let them help her. Each time she had proved him wrong. She had been gaining his respect a little more each day.
Polliannah hurried into her store so John adjusted his earpiece so he could hear Sémya as well. It was Sémya’s turn to deal with a call from her family. By the sound of it she was talking to her younger brother Aaron Slotin. He could see her nervously pacing around the shop floor through his small goggles. “Putain11! Aaron, what time is it in Toronto anyway?” she asked him.
“Sémya Louise, please do this for me. Mother just wants to talk. She said she needs your help and you’re the only one who could do it,” he said. {11.What the fuck!}
Sémya covered the mouthpiece and turned to Polliannah. “Did you say yes?” Sémya asked her. Polliannah shook her pretty head and left her for the backroom. “All right, p’tit frère12, I’ll hear her out but I’m not promising anything. I’ll pick up the next time she calls,” she said and sighed. {12.Little brother}
“Actually… eh… she wants you to go Paris and–” Aaron babbled.
“No!” Sémya yelled and almost threw her phone across the room. John couldn’t help but laugh. These women had been entertaining him for the past five weeks. Even if he had a job to do, he had come to like them and their antics. “She can’t summon me like I’m still a teenager...I’m not paying for the trip,” she finally told him after she calmed down.
“She booked you a Standard Premier Train ticket to Paris for tomorrow morning,” he told her. Sémya was visibly fuming. “Non-flexible…leaving at 7:31a.m.”
John almost dropped his binoculars he was laughing so hard. He looked at the café’s manager. He had paid him a large sum of money for his silence. But Dovos’ men to do not leave witnesses… he would have to take care of him eventually.
Sémya finally hung up with her brother. “Weak Sauce? Are you alive in there?” she shouted toward the backroom.
Polliannah emerged looking a little green. “Fucking Russian Vodka…”
“Weak Sauce, did you puke again?” she teased back.
“Call me Weak Sauce one more time and it will be the last thing you’ll ever say to me,” Polliannah threatened and sneered as she sat behind the cash register.
“Why? Are they finally shipping your foreign arse back to Mother Russia? I tipped off immigration months ago!” she laughed back.
“Ah! The joke is on you, I’m here as a German citizen not a Russian one,” she said.
“So I’m going to Paris tomorrow… do you need anything brought back?” Sémya asked with a total lack of enthusiasm. Polliannah instantly lighted up. “Something we can afford?” Sémya added purposely.
“Sanka original… I’m sure Annika can spare a little dress,” she said.
“Well you can ask her because I won’t,” Sémya told her and walked to the backroom.

“Forget that I’ve ever mentioned it!” Polliannah said back. 


Review by Peggy Salkill:

Four Lovely Stars
Have you ever been with a person that turned out to be no who you thought you knew? This is the 2nd book in the Semya Slotin Mystery set. Grab your copy today to find out what happens when Poli finds out John isn't who she thought he was....As the title suggest...The Plot Thickens! You will be glue just to see what happens as the drama continues...