Another Side Of Midnight

by Mia Zachary

• ISBN13: 9780373198931
• ISBN10: 0373198930
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2007-10-09
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

Two months, two weeks and four days ago, Steele woke up alone in a hotel room. All Stone left was a note--and a lot of questions. He's back, and she wants answers--but he wants more.Smart-mouthed Vegas private eye Estella 'Steele' Mezzanotte is used to all kinds of trouble. She's nursing another black eye from her bartending sideline, her mom's dropping hints about nice Italian boys and Midnight Investigation Services is struggling. Otherwise, Steele would never have accepted her current gig--suspected adultery, maybe embezzlement. Possibly murder. Her ex, Cameron Stone, wants to partner. Steele wants to punish him for past misdemeanors.But she's got to trust him or risk facing another side of danger alone--.

Excerpts

Lady Luck Strikes AgainLAS VEGAS, BABY. My kind of town.Home to five different Cirque du Soleil shows, about 197,000 slot machines, over thirty-six million annual visitors, who knows how many Elvis impersonators and, of course, one Lady Luck.However, as luck would have it, I'd spent the past half hour in a hot car, my digital camera poised near the small opening at the top of the tinted window. One of my best friends had let me borrow the Toyota from her used car dealership. My beloved Harley Davidson Softail motorcycle isn't exactly conducive to surveillance.Downtown, the casinos are smaller than on the Strip, the hotels cheaper and the atmosphere more nostalgic than glamorous. "Glitter Gulch" is where you'll find the Golden Gate's ninety-nine-cent shrimp cocktails, the annual World Series of Poker at Binion's Horseshoe andVegasVic, the forty-foot neon cowboy. However, once you move past the four main blocks of interest, downtown feels meaner, gritty and weather-beaten.The February temperature was a balmy eighty degrees, which meant it was over one hundred in the Toyota's driver seat. And I wasn't exactly sitting here for the fun of it. Waiting across from a run-down bar like a paparazzo anxious to snap photos of a clandestine meeting wasn't my idea of a good time, but it is part of my job.My name is Stella Mezzanottemidnight star in Italian and I'm a private eye.Damn, I like saying that.Which was why I was roasting my ass outside of the Polar Lounge. At the moment I was following a client's girlfriend of two months because he thought she was messing around on him. Well, duh. With clown-red hair, capped teeth, collagen-filled lips and saline-filled boobs, did he honestly think she'd be genuine about her feelings?People lie about anything and everything, especially when it comes to relationships. I hate these cases. I usually end up finding out things my clients don't really want to know and then nobody wants to pay for bad news. But, until I get full ownership of the agency, I'll take almost any case that comes in my door.My mind was drifting toward a heat-induced nap when somethingor rather someonecaught my attention.The man walking out of the Polar Lounge was all kinds of gorgeous, but there was something else about him... An aura of quiet violence. This guy wasn't bulging with muscles under his dark T-shirt, but he had strength.My instincts told me he wasn't afraid to use it. And yet beneath his military-short, dark blond hair was one of the most sensual faces I'd ever seen. Fascinated by the powerful, confident way he moved, my finger instinctively triggered the camera shutter. When he glanced over at me, I noted the intensity of his light blue eyes."Hey! What the hell are you doing?"Oops. I'd been so focused on the golden god I hadn't seen Scarlet's boyfriend cross the street. Rat yanked open my car door and made a grab for the camera."Hands off, pal. I'm just getting some exterior shots for a story I'm doing on the bar." Lame, I know, but it was all I could come up with since I'd been taken off guard."Sure you are, honey." This time he tried to grab me.Big freakin' mistake.My real name is Stella, but everyone, except my parents, has called me Steele since I was nine years old. After I bluffed him out of his pocket change playing stud poker, my Uncle Vin used to shake his head and mutter, "That girl's got nerves of steel."I need them in my line of work. In the end we all agreed to part ways: Scarlet with a torn handbag and an ex-lover; Rat with a bloody nose and sore balls;