Title: Stages & Thieves (Semya Slotin Mystery – Book five) by Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Release Date: February 17th, 2014
One fateful July morning forever changed the lives of Sémya Slotin and her best friend Polliannah Guryev.
Vincent Edgerton, the only man Sémya has ever loved, was taken from her by an explosion and a fire that she couldn’t understand, trust, nor explain. It left her alone, hurt, angry and desperately seeking answers. On top of everything, she is also incredibly hormonal; Sémya Slotin is going to be a mother.
Polliannah just healed from losing her husband but seeing her best friend grieving is not only breaking her heart, it has been a strain on their once close-knit relationship. She is afraid that Sémya will completely disappear into her grief. Thankfully, Polliannah can always seek refuge with the handsome Chief Superintendent James Connelly. In the past three months, he has become her safe haven. But when they finally give in to each other and Jim reveals his true feeling for her, Polliannah pulls away. Is she ready to put herself out there again?
Then all of the sudden, Sémya, the pregnant Detective Extraordinaire is chasing art thieves across the globe, making dangerous deals and finally meeting her father… It’s all about ex-lovers and new ones, a priceless painting, con artists, baby bumps, an impromptu trip to Moscow, designer dresses, teacakes, a birthday ball and reconnecting with your roots.
With everything that has happened this year, Sémya and Polliannah are more vulnerable and exposed than they have ever been. Will Jim’s love and trust be enough to ease Polliannah’s doubts? Will Sémya find out what happened to Vincent?
Welcome to the Stages & Thieves saga, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
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About the Author
I’m over 30.
I was born in Quebec City, Canada.
I grew up in France and in Gabon.
I speak English & French fluently.
Pizza is my favorite dish.
Black Forest Cake is my favorite dessert.
I met Michael Jackson when I was eleven.
I loathe vodka but love gin, wine and tequila.
I’m obsessed with Robbie Williams and Michael Fassbender.
I call Toronto my home.
I love reading.
I love dancing.
I love watching exciting TV shows.
I love my life… most days.
I’m a major goof.
I can’t stand intolerance.
I’m curious, cheeky and oh so opinionated!
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“Isn’t your father named Ulrich? I’m not giving birth to an Ulrich. It sounds like the name of a war criminal,” she told him. Vincent released her and frowned. Me and my big, insensitive mouth… “But I’m sure your father wears it with my pride,” she said rapidly. I’m not pregnant anyway. “I love you,” she said sheepishly when he unwound her from his body and sat upright on the bed. What, no more sexy time?
“You are so frustrating sometimes Babe,” he told her and helped her up to sit next to him. “You’re lucky I love you too.” He kissed her tenderly and caressed her hair. “My mother had the exact same reaction,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Why do you want a name starting with an S?” he asked more seriously.
Sémya simply shrugged back. On her father’s side, everyone’s name started with an S, including hers. She didn’t know her paternal family, only that the Dovos were powerful, rich and dangerous. But her mother named her Sémya for a reason and she would really like to know why. She put her arms around his neck. “Don’t be daft Heinz. Sasha is a name I’ve always liked. Sasha Slotin… it has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” she asked, calling him by his alias Josh Heinz.
Vincent laughed and pulled her onto his lap. “Edgerton… my child, my name,” he told her. Sémya blushed back. She might break that curse the women in her family seemed to be under. My possible baby will have a father! “But not Sasha,” he added.
Sémya pouted back but involuntary purred when Vincent ran his hand over her back. Vincent kissed her, slowly at first but then he deepened the kiss, pressing her against him. His hard-defined body was fitting perfectly against her new lush curves. “What names do you have in mind then?” she moaned.
“We’re going to miss our flight,” he whispered in her ear instead and licked it. She shuddered in his arms. That was an understatement. Polliannah wasn’t going to like that. “A special name to the both of us, one that means something and symbolizes us, our love, our unique situation… how beautiful, smart, funny, stubborn, and sexy his or her mother is and how nuts about her I am,” he told her.
Sémya felt a tear on her cheek. Silly hormones! “This isn’t going to be easy or even possible. Who could have such a name?”
“I cannot wait to find out… if only–” Vincent said while he was lying back on their bed.
“– I’m not taking that damn pregnancy test!” she giggled.
“First thing in London?” he asked her and kissed her nose.
“First thing in London,” Sémya agreed and raised her hips to meet his. “I love you, Vincent. You’re mine and I yours…” Silly hormones!
Vincent groaned back and plunged into her. Finally… “Until my last breath Sémya Louise Slotin and maybe a little after, I love you.”
Sémya urgently kissed him and arched her back. Heaven, I’m in absolute heaven…those silly hormones make me so girly…