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Casino Girl by Leslie Wolfe Book Tour and Giveaway :)
When a beautiful, young
girl is killed in the high-roller Pleasure Pit of the exclusive Scala
Casino, the news reverberates for hours among the ritzy clientele.
Before taking the stage where she found her death, Crystal was last
seen boarding an unmarked helicopter for a late-night flight to an
The stakes are high at
the roulette table, and the players are hot-blooded. Among them, a
stone-cold killer watches, waits, and kills without leaving a single
trace of evidence. Rien ne va
plus but death.
The name of the game is
murder, and it doesn’t stop with Crystal’s demise. Anyone who
threatens to expose the killer’s identity will soon find they’re
Vegas, secrets can kill.
mavericks make an intriguing team. Baxter
and Holt trust each other with their lives, only not with their
They’re called quasi-strippers. They don’t really bare it all, like real strippers do behind the darkened glass doors of specialty adult clubs, but they aren’t exactly fully dressed either while they perform. Crystal preferred the term exotic dancer. Five nights a week she took the small stage at the center of the high-limit blackjack tables, in the glamorous Scala Casino. Five nights a week she danced and smiled and undulated her perfect body to the rhythm of sultry songs, carefully chosen to lure the gamblers’ attention away from the cards and the ever-diminishing stacks of their chips. In the background, nothing is more Vegas than the Scala Casino floor, filled with a million noises, dazzling lights, and excess adrenaline. Nothing is more alive. That’s where she belonged, among the glitter and the gold, the glitzy and the rich. She wore strappy lingerie with black and gold lace accents on beige silk, designed to trick the mind’s eye into believing she was naked. Black, knee-high stiletto boots completed her attire, her black, garter-belt straps attached to them, sexy and kinky and fun. The appreciative looks she basked in that night told her she’d chosen her ensemble well. It was going to be a profitable evening. The familiar music seemed a bit too loud, making her wince, a little dizzy. She grabbed the pole tighter, aware she was dancing out of rhythm, but knowing the customers were too far gone to notice. It was almost four in the morning, and by that time, most of them were pleasantly inebriated, high on their own excitement and maybe more, living the Vegas dream. The only danger was that asshole, Farley, a fat, lewd pig who liked to scream at the girls, giving them a hard time for everything they did, right or wrong regardless. Two minutes of being late or changing clothes mid-shift and she’d get pulled inside the pit manager’s office for another scolding session. But she held her head up during those moments, aware they were going to pass and even more aware they were meant to intimidate her into offering sexual favors in return for a privileged work atmosphere. Oh, hell, no. Not ever. Not even if the prick turned blue in the face from too much screaming, or his waiting-to-happen stroke knocked him dead right before her eyes. But even Stan Farley was looking away that moment, focused on a newly arrived high roller who’d taken a seat at one of the blackjack tables with a view of the stage. She didn’t know that one, but judging by the way Farley fawned over him, he must’ve been someone important. Someone rich. Someone who didn’t care that the odds at his blackjack table were stacked higher against him, just because the table came with a view of full inviting cleavage and tight little buns. Hers. She felt beads of sweat bursting at the roots of her hair and forced some stale air into her lungs. Maybe the air conditioning was off, or something. The cigar smoke made it almost unbreathable, but it was an acceptable tradeoff for being allowed to work the high roller pit, not some fifty-cents-minimum roulette floor, where the tips were always Washingtons, never a Franklin and rarely a Lincoln, and not a whole lot of them to count at the end of a shift anyway. No, she’d been lucky, and her luck had started to play in her favor about a month after she’d been hired. For that she probably had Devine to thank. Her sweaty palms made it difficult for her to get a good grip on the shiny, chrome pole, but she managed a back hook spin and landed facing Devine. Her best friend danced some 30 feet away, on a small, elevated stage set among four, high-limit, roulette tables. She waited until she could make eye contact with Devine and waved discreetly at her best friend. Just seeing her smile back made her feel less lonely, less vulnerable. Maybe she was going to be okay. Maybe things would work out after all. Without realizing, she put her palm on her belly in a soft, caressing gesture, aimed to comfort the tiny sparkle of life growing inside her. She wasn’t showing a baby bump yet, but soon that would change, and with it, her entire life as she knew it. She skipped out of rhythm again, but soon snapped out of her trance, motivated by Farley’s mean glare. She focused on her customers for a while and, within a few minutes of smiling provocatively and wiggling her rear, a crisp fifty-dollar bill landed under the thin strap of her thong, delivered by long, hairy fingers that reached lower and lingered longer than was necessary. Sometimes she was happy the payout was 6:5 instead of 3:2 on a blackjack at the tables facing her; those jerks deserved to pay. But she smiled at the man who’d delivered the tip and mocked a reverence without letting go of the pole. Then she let herself fall into a back bend and frowned when she saw Farley was approaching. “What the hell is wrong with you, huh?” he snapped, after grabbing her arm and pulling her close. The music was loud, and no one could hear his words; not that anyone would care if they did. “Could you be bothered to do your job tonight? A deaf penguin has more rhythm than you.” “I’m working it, Stan, what the hell? I haven’t taken a break in two hours.” “The hell you are, bitch. You see those bozos? If they’re looking at their cards instead of your ass, you ain’t earning your keep.” He let go of her arm and disappeared before she could say anything. He was a two-faced creep; with her and the other girls he showed his real charm. For all the patrons and the rest of the Scala staff, he was a perfect gentleman, always dressed in an impeccable suit and starched, white shirts, pleasantly smiling and accommodating. She knew better than to let him get under her skin. But her head was spinning, and she held on tight to the pole, not as part of her routine, but for much-needed balance. The music changed, and she welcomed the new beat, one of her favorites. She knew the playlist by heart; the casino had a limited supply of premixed tracks, but the customers didn’t seem to care. Cheers erupted at the table in front of her, and one of the players lifted his arms in the air, beaming. The croupier pushed an impressive pile of chips in front of the man, and she quickly flashed her megawatt smile and made lingering eye contact. He didn’t disappoint; he picked one of the chips and sent it flying her way. She caught it gracefully, then placed it on the floor, next to the pole. Her barely-there panties weren’t made to hold casino chips. When she looked up, she startled. It was him. It was Paul, and he was furious, by the angle of his eyebrows, by the deep ridges flanking his mouth. He stood right there, next to her stage, glaring at her with a loaded gaze filled with such hatred that her breath caught. He beckoned her to come closer without making a single gesture. She approached him hesitantly and crouched to bring their eyes on the same level, aware not even Farley would dare say a word. She shot a quick glance toward Devine’s stage, but she was gone, nowhere in sight. His eyes drilled into hers, close enough she could see his dilated pupils. Without a word, he shoved a purple and white chip deep inside her bra, then grabbed the thin strap, pulling her closer to him. He said something, keeping his voice low and menacing. She couldn’t make out his words but didn’t dare to ask. She wanted to explain herself, wanted him to understand her motives, but she couldn’t find her words. She didn’t want his money, and she didn’t deserve his anger. When he finally let go of her strap and pushed her away, she almost fell. Her knees were shaking, and she felt the urge to sit for a moment, to catch her breath. She grabbed the pole tightly and did a clumsy back slide against the shiny surface, landing hard on her butt, then folded her legs to the side. She let her head hang low, and her long, wavy hair covered her face, hiding the fear in her eyes until it subsided a little. Then she wrapped her hands around the pole again, planning to stand and do a pirouette, but her arms and legs felt numb, listless. She tried to breathe, but air refused to enter her lungs. Frantic, she looked around, searching for someone, anyone, who could help. Only one man was looking at her, but her desperate and silent plea was misunderstood. The man licked his lips, arranged his crotch with a quick gesture, then looked away at another dancer. She gasped for air a couple of times, then the bright lights of the casino seemed to dim, inviting darkness to engulf her view of the lively floor. Silence came, heavy, palpable. Against it, not even her own heart beats could be heard. Defeated, she let go. Her body landed on the stage floor with a loud thump that no one heard. Unnoticed, a white and purple casino chip fell out of her top and rolled onto the floor, stopping under a table. For a long moment, Farley thought the immobile pose was part of Crystal’s routine, some new dance move that she was trying. Customers really enjoyed seeing girls crawling on the stage; it made the viewers feel powerful, superior, in control. By the time Farley realized he’d been wrong, she was already gone. His chubby fingers felt for a pulse and found nothing. Now he’d have to call the cops and close the pit. His worst nightmare.
Wolfe is a bestselling author whose novels break the mold of
traditional thrillers. She creates unforgettable, brilliant, strong
women heroes who deliver fast-paced, satisfying suspense, backed up
by extensive background research in technology and psychology.
released the first novel, Executive,
in October 2011. It was very well received, including inquiries from
Hollywood. Since then, Leslie published numerous novels and enjoyed
growing success and recognition in the marketplace. Among Leslie’s
most notable works, The Watson Girl
(2017) was recognized for offering a unique insight into the mind of
a serial killer and a rarely seen first person account of his
actions, in a dramatic and intense procedural thriller.
team of Las Vegas detectives who trust each other with their lives,
only not with their deepest, darkest secrets. Together, they
investigate a young girl’s murder, not realizing they are more like
each other than they think they are.
would readers remember after they finish reading the book?
a hidden side to every one of us, a part that only we know about,
that’s important to us, and that we wish to keep a secret. That
hidden side of us is what makes us who we are, what makes us great at
what we do.
writing style is fast, filled with dialogue, almost at the expense
of descriptives and narratives. Why is that?
is how human beings interact, especially when under pressure or
stress. We stop paying attention to our surroundings, and focus on
the task at hand. People interact with one another, talk to one
another, and have feelings for one another and for everything we do.
That’s what I’m focused on, rather than specifying each article
of clothing someone wears, or the color of the flower vase in an
office somewhere. This technique isn’t necessarily good or bad;
just somewhat different from mainstream.
the biggest compliment you received from a fan?
when readers tell me they stay up all night to finish the book,
because they couldn’t put it down. That’s music to my ears. Like any other artist and entertainer, I thrive knowing that I
deliver that escape into the fictional world in a grasping,
addictive, and memorable way
mentioned science, technology, psychology. How do you keep it real?
do extensive amounts of research for my work, and I’m fascinated by
what I have the opportunity to learn. Additionally, sections of my
books go through a process of validation at the hands of several
fantastic partners who are law enforcement officers, attorneys,
scientists, doctors in medicine. In Dawn
for example, there are sections that speak about using certain plant
extracts and animal venoms to achieve certain goals. Despite the
extensive research, my hands were shaking a little as I wrote them,
metaphorically speaking, and I was relieved when my research “passed
I had the privilege to enjoy the assistance of three fantastic
friends: New York’s best criminal attorney, an expert in casino
gambling who spent his entire career in Las Vegas, and the most
talented fashion director I’ve ever met. I’m grateful to all of
them for lending me their edge.
you do any book signings, interviews, speaking and personal
appearances? If so, when and where is the next place where your
readers can see you? Where can they keep up with your personal
from social media and email interactions, I’m a veritable recluse.
Email is the best and quickest way to reach me, and I was fortunate
to build true friendships with readers over email. The majority of my
readers ask me when’s the next book coming out, not when I’m
getting out of the house, so I get the hint and keep on writing.
going to be continued?
book is the second in the Las
Vegas Crime Series,
and yes, a third could happen very soon. So far, this series has been
very well received by the readers, and my fans have been adamant:
they want more. Therefore yes, there’s more, and there will be even
more, coming soon. It all starts with Las
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