About The Book
TITLE: Stages & Thieves
SERIES: Semya Slotin Mystery – Book five
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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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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Sam was almost six feet away from her when he stopped, having the most intriguing flash. For a moment, he thought he saw her… that hadn’t happened to him in almost twenty-five years. He was still recovering when he heard the young woman shriek and saw her falling off the ladder. He was next to her in seconds as she landed in his arms. “I’ve got you!” Sam said and looked down. She opened her eyes and looked up, as surprised as he was. It wasn’t a simple flash; she really looked like her… Corinne. He carefully eased her to her own feet.
“Thank you,” she mumbled adjusting her glasses.
Sam just frowned even more. They had the same petite figure but hers was slightly rounder maybe due to– “You’re pregnant,” he said to her. She patted her belly protectively and shrugged in reply. Corinne used to do that when she was caught in a lie. “I’m Samuel Dovos and this is my painting.” He said and she immediately looked scared. It didn’t occur to him that his name would scare her; she was Ivan’s goddaughter after all. “I’m sorry if I scared you…” Sam said with a sincere smile.
“Miss Slotin!” the man not far from them yelled.
“Slotin?” Sam asked her but she still wasn’t saying a word.
“Hello Sir, I’m the director of the gallery, Mister Shaparov,” the man said once he reached them. “Miss Slotin, are you all right?” That name again, Slotin, like Annika’s. But why would Annika’s daughter look like Corinne?
“I’m fine Boris. Thank you for the tour,” she told him. She looked up and finally met Sam’s inquisitive stare. “Thank you for saving my neck and my baby, Mister Dovos,” she told him and briskly walked away from them.
It was Sam’s turn to be speechless. It was like seeing a ghost. “Her name is Sémya,” Boris Shaparov told him.
Sam looked at him and chuckled back. “No it’s not…” But the director looked dead serious. “She can’t have this name,” he told him. He could feel himself losing his calm as a terrifying picture was forming in his mind. “She can’t have this name,” he repeated to himself. He made up this name for him and Corinne’s hypothetical daughter. Ivan what have you done?