Pink Jinx
Chapter One
Her chips were definitely down....
The scent of salt water always made her sick.
Which was really unfortunate for Veronica Jinkowsky, because not
only was she being sucked into a venture that would place her on the
high seas, but also here she stood on the boardwalk in freakin'
Atlantic City, the saltwater-taffy capital of the world. On a sucky
scale of one to ten, her day was hitting about fifteen. And it was
not yet over.
The rhythmic click of her high-heeled Christian Louboutin pumps on
the boardwalk planks vibrated throughout her body and up to her
head, which, not surprisingly, throbbed with a killer headache.
Swinging through the back beachside door into the Taj Mahal, she
blinked against the assault of cigarette smoke, raucous music,
flashing lights, and the ching-ching-ching of slot machines. It was
midnight, and the gamblers were out in full force. In the midst of
all this "splendor," she stood out like a sore thumb in her beige
silk designer suit.
Distracted, Veronica bumped into a short, elderly woman with red
curly hair carrying a purse the size of Idaho. Th ... read full excerpt from Pink Jinx ebook
