The Dancing Girl: 1

"A gritty and entertaining international thriller." - Kirkus Reviews - Our Verdict - Get It! "A High-Energy Thriller That Keeps You Hooked" - Amazon Book reviewer "The Dancing Girl" by S. Hotchkiss is a "10 out of 10" Read. "This book was fast moving from start to finish. The author tells a fascinating tale of excitement and believable action. You will not be able to put it down." - Amazon Book reviewer "A must read!" "Once I started reading The Dancing Girl, I couldn't put it down! I love mysteries and thrillers, and this one kept me on the edge of my seat till the very end! I highly recommend!!" - Amazon Book reviewer The Dancing Girl: Jordan Vance was just trying to survive the night shift at a Boston strip club when an Iranian general's hit squad comes for her, she realizes her life has been a lie. A man she thought was long buried-is a witness to international atrocities, and Jordan is the only leverage the enemy has left. Forced into an uneasy alliance with a stoic freelance operative with a lethal set of skills, they race to stay ahead of a global conspiracy, Jordan doesn't just hide behind her protector-she learns from him. In a world of heartless predators, Jordan Vance is about to become the most dangerous player on the board. From the Prologue of The Dancing Girl: My gaze snagged on a shadow- a man leaning against a car, perfectly positioned between me and my own car. >I fixed my stare straight ahead, refusing to make eye contact, and tried to pick up my pace-a ridiculous endeavor given the stilettos. I shifted the grocery bag to my left arm, my fingers already fumbling for my car keys tucked into the waistband of my shorts. I just wanted that door open and me inside. Fast. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught his subtle shift; his body straightened, a casual pose turning into a purposeful one. My nerves, already frayed, snapped. I fumbled the keys, and they clattered to the ground. >His hand was a vise around my throat before I could even complete the turn. The grocery bag dropped with a muffled thud. I lunged, driving the key toward him, but again, I was too slow. His other hand clamped around my wrist, crushing my attempt. The pressure on my throat intensified, cutting off my breath, and a sickening lightheadedness began creeping in. >This night really sucks!