Twisting Steele (A Sarah Steele Thriller)
Aaron Patterson, Ellie Ann
Fans of James Patterson, John Grisham, Janet Evanovich, and Michael Connelly will love this legal suspense thriller by Aaron Patterson.
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"I would recommend this book to anyone who likes James Patterson or books like his. I can't wait for the next book to come out."
--Sandra Labella, Amazon reviewer
"...I think if Tom Clancy crossed genres it would look something like this. Well done."
Sarah Steele needs a vacation from her high-profile job as an ADA, so she goes with her best friend on a trip they've always dreamed of to Rio De Janeiro. The vacation is off to a great start; surfing, swimming, reading, and dancing, but then their little piece of heaven takes a hellish turn. Sarah witnesses The Blondes, a mysterious group of female criminals who specialize in micro-kidnapping, capture a State Representative's wife. It was supposed to be simple, the police say the victims are always released within a few hours. But when the woman's found dead in a dumpster, Sarah swears The Blondes will receive justice. And she'll be the one to give it. But as things get more twisted than she ever imagined, does she have what it takes to bring them down?
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field for 11 years and is now a full time writer. Aaron was home schooled and has a bachelor’s degree in theology. He loves to hike, snowboard, camp, and drink coconut lattes. He is also the founder of StoneHouse Ink and Co-founder of StoneHouse University. He speaks all over the country on the subject of eBooks, writing and the changing publishing world. Connect with Aaron at his blog: http://theworstbookever.blogspot.com Friend him on Facebook: www.facebook.com/aaronpatterson And Twitter:
If she were poor, people would say she dressed like a hooker, but because she was rich, they called her stylish. “Put on your mask.” Vitoria pulled a thin black ski mask from her pocket and pulled it over her head. She adjusted the air conditioning so it blasted in her face. Despite that, sweat trickled down her cheek. “Let’s roll.” Chapter 8 I MADE MY WAY down to the lobby and caught several passing looks from men and women both as I walked out the front door. I was not used to such