Thursday, February 14, 2013

Book Review,Excerpt & Giveaway : Into The Dark by Stacy Green

                             IT'S THE MOMENTS FROM OUR PAST THAT BIND US. 

Branch Manager Emilie Davis is having a day like any other-until two masked men storm into WestOne Bank demanding cash. Her hopes of a quick end to her terror are dashed when she realizes one of the men has no interest in the bank's money. Emilie is his prize, and he's come to claim her. When hostage negotiator Nathan Madigan and Las Vegas SWAT enter the bank on a rescue mission, Emilie's captor makes a shocking escape into the abyss that lies beneath the city: the Las Vegas storm drains, a refuge for the downtrodden and the desperate.
HOW WILL IT END?Who is the man the media has dubbed the "Taker?" Why is he after Emilie, and what is the connection he's convinced they share? Emilie can't run from the Taker, and she can't escape her own past. As her life closes in on her, she has nowhere to turn but to Nathan. The lines of professionalism blur as Nathan becomes determined to save Emilie. Together they venture into the depths beneath Las Vegas and discover a shocking piece of the puzzle. But the Taker remains one step ahead. Desperate for the threat to emerge from the shadows, Emilie makes a bold move to reclaim her life, and it may cost her everything.


I really enjoyed reading this book. It's a excellent,Suspenseful story and kept me intrigued and guessing all the way through.The book is very well written and very detailed the main characters Emilie and Nathan really  come to life .I cannot wait to read more from Stacy Green.


Nathan peered through the chain link fence.“Is that it?” 

 “I didn’t even know this culvert was here.” Chris started to climb.

 “I drive over it every day, too.” 
 “That’s why they call them box culverts,” Johnson said from the other side of the fence. “You don’t see them unless you’re walking inside.” “Why couldn’t we just cut this thing down?” Nathan huffed as he made the short trip up and over the wobbly chain link barrier. They were several blocks north of the raucous Freemont Street Experience and looking into the mouth of one of the storm drain entrances.

 “Because no one in Metro wants to deal with the city officials over it,” Johnson said. 

 “Talk about spook central.” Nathan shined his light toward the culvert. 
Bathed in shadows, it stood silent and empty. A chill of foreboding washed over him. “Watch yourselves.” Johnson led the way as the three men entered the culvert, weapons ready. “Anything could be lurking.” 

 Standing water covered the toes of Nathan’s boots. The air was thick with mildew. “Drain’s over there.” He shined his tactical light on the flood map. “To the right.” 

 The temperature dropped as they entered the large drain. Darkness engulfed them.

 Chris’s whistle cut through the eerie stillness. “Wow. It’s a hell of a lot cooler in here. Place smells like feet, but I’ll take what I can get.” 

 Nathan shined his light on the walls. Colorful graffiti decorated the concrete. “Someone’s a talented artist.” The darkness thickened with each step. The odor grew increasingly foul. “Jesus, I can taste the stench in my mouth.” Chris gagged and spit into the dirty water. Nathan didn’t respond. He was too busy trying to keep the contents of his stomach down and wondering how the people who lived in the tunnels stood the smell and the constant dangers. The drains provided relief from the sweltering desert heat, and free housing, but they were death traps. Large portions ran directly underneath the city streets and inhabitants risked carbon monoxide poisoning and the frequent threat of flooding. Growing up poor in North Las Vegas gave him a better perspective than many, but he couldn’t imagine having no other alternative than to live minute-by-minute.

 “We shouldn’t run into any camps,” Johnson said. “They’re deeper in. One of the biggest is right under the Strip.”

 “You know we aren’t going to find shit,” Chris choked out. “It’s too dark. Guy planned this for months. He knows his way around. We need to get out of here and check on Adam.”

 “Medic called me when they got him to the hospital,” Johnson said. “He’s going into surgery. All we’d be doing right now is sitting around waiting. Still have to do our jobs, Holt.” 

 “He’s just a rookie. I should have been in front of him.” 

 “Stop,” Nathan said. “You followed protocol. That was a lucky shot.”

 “Doesn’t make it right.” 

 Silence fell over the men as they moved farther into the stinking drain. Something hard crunched underneath Nathan’s boots. He nervously shined his light into the black water. Crawfish swam around his feet, probably on their way to the Las Vegas Wash. A mushy white glob looking suspiciously like used toilet paper floated by, and he focused his light away from the stream. Better not to know what he was stepping on.

 A loud splash ahead brought all three to a halt. 

“You hear that?” Johnson asked.

 “Sounds big.” Chris stepped in front of Johnson and raised his Glock.

 “Las Vegas SWAT,” Johnson shouted. “Identify yourself.” 

Nothing. “Maybe it was an animal,” Nathan said.

 “That’s even worse than a junkie,” Chris said. “With my luck, Cujo’s man-eating cousin will show up and give me rabies.”

 “They have shots for that now.”

 “No shit, Sherlock.” 

 A second loud splash was followed by the distinct sound of footsteps plodding through the water. 

 “That’s no dog.” Chris sprinted after the runner with Nathan and Johnson closely following. The beams of their lights flashed haphazardly against the walls making the tunnel even more ominous.

 A strange brightness glowed several yards ahead of them. Their quarry came into view. He was too short and stocky to be their man, but he could have information.

Author Bio: 
Raised in southeastern Iowa, Stacy Green grew up watching crime shows with her parents, so her love of suspense and psychological thrillers is no surprise. She’s fascinated by the workings of the criminal mind and explores true crime on her popular Thriller Thursday posts at her blog, Turning the Page.
After earning her degree in journalism, Stacy worked in advertising before becoming a
stay-at-home mom to her miracle child. She rediscovered her love of writing and wrote several articles for a city magazine before penning her first novel. She shelved the long drama and began working on a suspense book set in Las Vegas, featuring a heroine on the edge of disaster, a tormented villain, and the city’s infamous storm drains that house hundreds of homeless.
Into The Dark is suspense with a dash of romance, and Stacy is hard at work on her next book, a darker, grittier thriller set in the Deep South.
When she’s not writing, she spends all her time with her precocious daughter, supportive husband, and their three obnoxious but lovable canine children.

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(Disclosure: I was given a copy of the book in order to facilitate my review,However all opinions expressed are all my own)


  1. Oh, me to! I'm reading this now & can't seem to put it down!!

  2. i really want to read this the little i read here has me hooked.

  3. I'm sorry I am just commenting! We were at my daughter's swim meet today. Thank you so much for the wonderful review. Thrilled you liked the book so well:)