The Eyes of Vengeance by Teri Riggs (Book blast, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) GFT

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The Eyes of Vengeance

Blurb:  Someone is methodically killing past members of The Consortium, a defunct group of ruthless businessmen who made their fortunes buying and selling prime Las Vegas real estate during the era that saw the beginnings of the mega casino and luxury hotels. Homicide Detective, Kennedy O’Brien, and her temporary partner, Reno Homicide Detective Hunt, race to stop a deranged predator who claims a new victim every forty-eight hours. The killer drugs his victims, slashes their wrists, and leaves a playing card with the body. As the clock continues to tick, the search for clues seems easy—too easy Kennedy suspects.

While chasing the killer, Kennedy must also try to control hotheaded Detective Hunt, who is hell-bent on finding out who killed the first victim—his best friend’s father. At the same time, she has to deal with a jealous Nick Campenelli, whom she may or may not be in a relationship with. Nick is unhappy with Kennedy spending so much time in close contact with the very smitten, Detective Hunt. Tossed into the mix are her retired cop grandfather, her self-appointed personal domestic slave, Elvis, and a boss who is demanding answers.

Is it any wonder that Kennedy doesn’t do relationships?

Excerpt:

Nick’s touch was tender. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I had no idea. Let me get a clean dressing.”

The anger in his eyes turned to concern. Something inside her warmed.

Nick disappeared into the bathroom. The man was beginning to spend more time in there than she did. Cabinet doors creaked and slammed. He returned with enough first-aid crap to fix an Army platoon after a major battle. Carefully, he began cutting away the bloodied bandage.

Kennedy winced. "Son of a fucking bitch!" She sucked in a lungful of air.

“Sorry. I’m trying to be gentle.” The bandage was off and Nick inspected her arm closely. “Puckered wounds, one front and one back. They’re swollen, purple, and oozing blood. That can’t be good.”

“You think?”

“Christ. What did the guy shoot you with? A cannon?”

“A little pea shooter.”

“Looks like about…” He counted out loud. “Nineteen stitches total, front and back. You taking anything for the pain? This has got to hurt.”

No shit. “There’s no pain. Unless some big oaf man-handles me.”

“I said I was sorry,” Nick whispered.

He wiped away the fresh blood. With a feather-like touch, he cleaned the stitches with peroxide and applied a clean dressing. His face filled with remorse. Every time she flinched, he flinched more. When she moaned, Nick moaned louder. When tears pooled in her eyes, his jaws locked as if he were fighting back his own.

This was hurting him more than her. “It’s not bad. Really. There’s enough numbing shit in my arm to last a month.”


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The Eyes Die Last
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About the Author:

As a child, Teri made up her own bedtime stories. When her children came along, Teri always tweaked the fairy tales she told her daughters, giving them a bit more punch and better endings when needed.

Now she spends her days turning her ideas into books. She lives in Marietta, GA with her husband.



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The Eyes Die Last by Teri Riggs

The Eyes Die Last

by Teri Riggs

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BLURB:

The Las Vegas Mayoral race is heating up, and the incumbent doesn’t have a prayer. Wealthy real estate speculator Nick Campenelli, who wants to legalize prostitution in Clark County, and former pastor Louis St. Louis, running on a 'clean-up-Vegas-by-getting-rid-of-the-whores' platform, are the front runners.

They’re also front runners on the suspect list for a string of murders. Kennedy O’Brien, four-year detective with cop blood running in her veins, and her partner Wilder “Wild Thing” James, a veteran, are determined to find the man who’s murdering prostitutes who work the wrong side of the street, and they don’t care how important or politically active he is.

The killer is a man with a mission. He stalks the women before he kills them, leaving a “BEFORE” photo on their bodies, and sending an “AFTER” shot to the local news hound. Ed Hershey, an aging newscaster with just the right amount of grey in his hair, is determined to turn this story into a network gig, and his interference, along with the LVTVS legal team, are making Kennedy and Wilder look bad. Campenelli’s good looks and charm, and St. Louis’ vitriolic hatred of prostitutes are muddying the waters too, and now the killer seems to have taken a liking to Kennedy.

So the big question remains. Can she get him before he gets her?

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Excerpt

Wilder was fine, just winded.  She turned to Elvis, ready to whip some mad on him.  “Would you mind explaining what you’re doing here?”

“Sorry, Detective Gorgeous Eyes.  I’m trying to find out who killed my Priscilla.  I might possibly, have overheard you and your partner talking about staking out the store.”

“And?”

“I thought I’d have a look myself—undercover.  I was doing a decent job of it until I saw Detective James take off like a bat out of hell.  I followed in case he needed backup.  And, well, here I am.”  Elvis sheepishly looked away.

“Undercover?  In a fucking, flashing, light up Elvis jump suit?”  She looked him up and down, blinking at the lights on his clothes.

“I accidentally hit the on button while running.”

Kennedy turned to Nick, who still had that same grin she suddenly despised, dimples and all, plastered on his face.  “What about you, Campenelli?  What’s your story?”

“Just out for a stroll, Detective.”

Wilder and Elvis both stifled grins and she shot them a look that shut them down.  Wilder should know better than to mess with her when she was pissed, and she was really pissed.

“If I had the time I’d haul both of your asses in for obstruction, lock you up, and throw away the key.”

“Well now, it’s lucky for us you’re pressed for time.”  Nick sounded smug and he was still smiling. Damn the man.

Wilder turned to Elvis.  “You get a good look at the man I was chasing?  Could he be the man at the casino taking pictures of you and Priscilla?”

“I’m not sure.  He sort of looks familiar.  But I’m really not sure where or if I’ve ever seen the dude.”

“The man is my campaign manager, John Tully.”  Nick offered, “You may have seen John on TV with me.  We’ve been on camera quite a bit lately.”

Wilder, his breathing back to normal, asked, “Mr.  Campenelli, how can we reach your campaign manager?  There are questions we’re going to need answered.”

Nick scribbled down a few notes on the back of a business card and passed it over.  “Try calling these numbers.  If they don’t work, I’ll call my assistant and she’ll get you John’s address.  He lives in Summerlin, I believe.”

Wilder pocketed the card.  “Kenny, I think this stakeout is a bust for the day.  I’ll take Elvis to Metro, go through some of the mug shots and get that picture of St. Louis in front of him.  We’ll see if he spots anyone.”

“No thanks to these two,”  Kennedy snarled.


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AUTHOR Bio:

 Teri Riggs was destined to be a writer.  As a small girl she didn’t read bedtime stories, she made up her own.  Who needed Little Red Riding Hood or The Three Little Pigs when there were so many great tales bouncing around in her head?  When she grew up and became a mother to three little girls, she continued the tradition of making up bedtime stories.  On the occasions she chose to tell conventional fairytales, Teri usually gave them a bit of tweaking here and there or added a new ending.  Her girls loved it.

After her daughters had the nerve to actually grow up and leave home, Teri discovered she had a passion for writing and jumped right in.  It came as no surprise she chose to write mysteries and happily-ever-afters since that’s the genres she loves to read.

Teri lives in Marietta, Georgia with her husband, one of her daughters and two dogs that seem to think they rule the world.  And some days Teri thinks maybe they do.

Teri still frequently tells herself stories as she falls asleep.  The only difference now is she wakes up the next morning and turns her bedtime stories into books.

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