Review: Clean Break by Abby Vegas

Title: Clean Break
Author: Abby Vegas
Genre: Chick Lit

I enjoyed following Lane Haviland’s adventures – or is it misadventures – after she moves to Brooklyn thinking she’s sharing a nice apartment with a balcony only to find out she’s been scammed.  So after a quick visit to the police precinct to pour out her sob story and some unenthusiastic help from a chain smoking apartment manager, she ends up in a 6×9 basement room with a Manny Pacquiao poster that thankfully doesn’t hide a blood stain.   With new digs nailed down, she just needs a new job and she finds one as a personal assistant to a neurotic Manhattan housewife.

Lane’s got some issues with her past and though I wish this was explored more, it’s her personality that shines through for me in the book and the way she deals with every obstacle thrown her way.  When the love interest reveals himself, it comes in the form of a mysterious Russian handyman named Viktor who shows his heart underneath all that nasty scar and tattoos.  But there’s trouble brewing on the horizon and short of revealing too much  about what happens next, it kept my attention all the way through the end.  One thing I did wish was for the relationship between Lane and Viktor to be explored a bit more towards the end.

Overall, it’s a strong debut novel, and I can’t wait to read more of her work.

CB

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Abby Vegas loves reading and writing books that feature feisty, flawed heroines. She grew up in New York City and lives in Connecticut. Visit her on the web at AbbyVegasAuthor.com.

 

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Clean Break

A Novel by Abby Vegas

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Meet Lane Haviland – she’s dead broke, barely functioning as an adult, and completely alone in New York City. Her so-called “apartment” is a six-by-nine cell in a Brooklyn basement. And her new boss hasn’t ever met a personal or professional boundary she can’t bulldoze through.

Still, Lane’s determined to at least attempt to claw her way back to respectability. But she can’t seem to get her mysterious handyman, Viktor, out of her apartment – or her headspace. Maybe that’s a good thing: Viktor’s easy on the eyes, and that deep-voiced Russian accent is beyond sexy. But as he and Lane grow closer, he can no longer hide his connections with a dangerous criminal underworld – where secrets can be deadly.

 

“Smartly written…connects with the heart as well as the mind. A perfect amount of suspense & unpredictability with twists and turns that indulge the reader in a romantic plot, never losing the grit, humor, and sarcasm of a truly
great book!”

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About the Author

Abby Vegas loves reading and writing books that feature feisty, flawed heroines. She grew up in New York City and lives in Connecticut. Visit her on the web at AbbyVegasAuthor.com.

 

EXCERPT

Viktor went out on a beer run, so I tidied up my possessions.  That took all of thirty seconds.  Then I sat down on the futon.  My apartment had cooled down; I had not.  Why was I suddenly so into this guy?

Well, he’d been kind to me, for one.  And: intelligence.  Despite the language barrier, I could tell there was a light on upstairs.  He was tall. Good-looking.  And okay, the tattoos.  Tattooed guys were crazy-sexy, as long as they weren’t hipsters or members of the Aryan Brotherhood.  In that order.

You’re being foolish.  There it was, my better judgment.  I was well accustomed to ignoring it, but something about my apartment – its isolation? – was suddenly making me feel like I’d stumbled into a trap.  No one could hear me scream down here.

A serial killer would have murdered you already.  That notion came courtesy of the same part of my brain that fetishized bridges and balconies and razor-blades.  Why did it always come down to my mother versus Sylvia Plath?  I wondered if my attraction to Viktor was just another self-destructive impulse.  Not that I was feeling suicidal at the moment, but it had been laying there so long.  So patiently.

There was a knock at the door and I twitched.  Whatever was happening between me and Viktor, it was about to move past flirting.  I got up and checked my reflection in the bathroom mirror. A little flushed, a little frazzled, but I looked okay.  I looked – I could hardly believe it. I looked happy.

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