Blog Tour: All In by Aleah Barley

Today is my stop during the blog tour for All In by Aleah Barley. I share a excerpt form the book with you and there’s a tour wide giveaway!

All In CoverTitle: All In
Author: Aleah Barley
Series: Leaving Las Vegas #2
Genres: Contemporary Romance

World-class statistician and poker prodigy Daisy Drake has two rules: never risk anything you canโ€™t afford to lose, and never, ever, trust a gambler. Which is why she gave up the game and moved to Los Angeles, where she became a tenured professor. But when an old acquaintance calls needing Daisyโ€™s…expertise…to help catch a cheater, she heads back to Las Vegas and the poker tables.

FBI Agent Ryan DiNattoโ€™s been a gambler since he was four, and a hustler since he hit puberty. Coming off an undercover mission that ended with him shot and his partner in a wheelchair, Ryanโ€™s out for blood. With a mob accountant and a hit man on the loose, the stakes have never been higher, and this time, heโ€™s determined to make things rightโ€”even if it means beating spunky, sexy, Daisy Adams at her own game.

In the two weeks heโ€™d prepped to go undercover as a tournament poker player at the Hendrix, Ryan had studied the case file more thoroughly than heโ€™d ever studied anything in college. This was his chance to prove he was really back. That he wasnโ€™t just the screw-up whoโ€™d gotten Jack shot.
More importantly, it was his chance to take another crack at Vic Morelli. Thereโ€™d been enough stolen property in the warehouse to send Vic upriver for five to thirtyโ€”depending on the judgeโ€”but the Feds were still working to build racketeering and corruption charges. Ryan wasnโ€™t about to let that stand. He wanted the mobster in jail for life orโ€”betterโ€”parked on death row for conspiracy to commit murder.
Forget the drug dens in Manhattan or the warehouse in the Bronx; he was going to hit the man where it hurt.
His wallet.
Edgar Blethins was Vicโ€™s best friend and personal accountant. The FBI had frozen all of the accounts he managed, but there was still a chunk of money unaccounted for.
Ten million, seven hundred and twenty-six thousand dollars to be exact.
Almost eleven million dollars hadnโ€™t just gotten up and walked away. So when Blethins signed up for the Hendrixโ€™s inaugural poker tournament in Las Vegas, it only made sense to send an agent in undercover to keep an eye out for him.
Ryan had demanded to be put on the case. Heโ€™d fucking begged, and when heโ€™d finally gotten the go-ahead for the assignment? Heโ€™d started doing his homework.
He knew every employee, every longtime guest, and every big winner currently checked into the hotel. He for damn sure knew every player registered to play in the tournament, but he didnโ€™t know โ€œAdams, Daisy Adamsโ€ from Eve.
The woman had to be a last minute entry.
But how? And why?
In the world of professional gambling, the women who played were tough, domineering, and sexy as hell. Men wore TT-shirts, shorts, and lucky charms, anything to stay comfortable. Women wore low-cut shirts and too much makeup, working their own special charm to gain the slightest advantage.
Daisy Adams wasnโ€™t sexy. She was cute.
Wearing a pair of cotton-candy pajamas with fluffy white sheep embroidered on them, she was adorable. The pajamas were a size too big, hanging loose on her already petite frame, but they didnโ€™t completely hide her curved hips and firm, high breasts. Her hair was inky black, loose waves flowing around her heart-shaped face like a dark and twisted halo. Her features were delicate, like the rest of her. Her eyes were royal blue, so deep they were almost purple.
โ€œIs there any other reason Iโ€™d be in Las Vegas?โ€ she snapped, answering his earlier question. Her tone was harsh, coming from soft pink lips that curved generously on top and were full on the bottom. At five in the morning, she probably wasnโ€™t wearing any makeup, so the apple red color of her cheeks had to be all natural. Fresh from bed, she smelled like the orange trees his grandparents kept in their dining room in Coney Island in winter, then dragged outside for the summer months.
Fresh faced and innocent, what the hell was she doing in the casino?
โ€œYou play poker?โ€ Ryan asked, just in case he was missing something.
โ€œSure, want some pointers?โ€
Cute wasnโ€™t his type. He liked leggy law-enforcement professionals who knew the scoreโ€”heโ€™d been engaged to three of themโ€”but Daisy had spunk.
Ryan liked spunk.
It kept things interesting.
He wondered if the blush that was coloring her skin went all the way down, underneath those absurd pajamas. The way she was glaring at him, sheโ€™d probably cut his throat if he tried to find out, but it might be worth it. His gaze moved back to those warm, full, lips. It would definitely be worth it.
โ€œIโ€™m always up for improving my technique.โ€ He ran his fingers through his hair, wishing heโ€™d had time to brush it before he opened the door. โ€œGive me a second to throw on a shirt, and Iโ€™ll take you out to breakfast.โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€ Daisyโ€™s hands went to her hipsโ€”all spunky and defiantโ€”and those threadbare pajamas pulled tight against her petite curves.
Ryan lost the ability to think.
Damn. Daisy might be small, but she was very well proportioned, with luscious breasts and full hips. What was she wearing under those things anyway? A gentleman would step back and close the door, butโ€”fuck itโ€”he definitely wasnโ€™t a gentleman.
He moved closer for a better view.

Check Out the First Book in the Leaving Las Vegas Series!
LLV Cover - NEWTitle: Leaving Las Vegas
Author: Aleah Barley
Series: Leaving Las Vegas #1
Genres: Contemporary Romance

When West Virginia wild child, Glory Allen enters a private poker game with her town’s dreams at stake she loses it all. To make matters worse, she’s trapped in a car with the sexy but infuriating man who wonโ€”and accused her of cheating. Now because of him, she’s on the run from the mafia who put out a hit on the stuck-up casino magnate with the toe-curling good looksโ€”and he isn’t even her type. So why can’t she cool the explosive chemistry between them?

She’s out of controlโ€ฆand she’s enough to drive Luke Tanner crazy. Yet she’s the only one willing to put her neck on the lineโ€ฆfor himโ€”a complete stranger she professes to hate. Now he’s in debtโ€ฆto her. And it’s a debt he’s willing to work off any way she wantsโ€ฆon the hood of his sports car, in a waterfallโ€”wherever she’ll have him, he’s willing to pay the price.

But the stakes are raised when they return to West Virginiaโ€”helping Luke escape has put Glory and her hometown in the sites of someone who wants him dead. This time Glory decides she’s not going to end up empty-handedโ€”it’s time for the winner to take all and she won’t stop ’til she wins his heart.

Aleah Barley Author PhotoAbout the Author:
Aleah Barley is a writer of explosive romance for everyone. She lives and writes in Detroit, Michigan, with a cat who’s recently learned how to levitate, an over enthusiastic Labrador, and the cutest guy in the world. She will do anything for a hot cup of coffee or a wild romance–and, she can spell onomatoepia without using spell check.


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