Book Spotlight + Giveaway: Grift by Jason Mosberg
Go ahead, celebrate. It’s almost Friday! If there’s one thing I love about Thursday, it’s knowing that the weekend is right around the bend.
Today’s delightful post is centered around Jason Mosberg and his book, Grift. I must admit, when Jason first contacted me I was instantly intrigued by this story! I’m fairly certain you will be too, but let’s give you a chance to find out, shall we?
Why would a 17-year-old girl pretend to be a high-class escort?
Piper is a con artist whose canvas is the city of Las Vegas. She rolls with a crew of young grifters including a card-counting genius, a tourist-hustling pool shark, and a pocket-picking magician. Together, this crew of teenage outlaws live with their mentor Max in the penthouse of a hotel casino. They work hard and play harder. But unlike the others, Piper must balance her hyper-real Vegas fantasy with the reality of raising her 14-year-old half-sister Sophie. Disaster strikes when the Las Vegas mafia kidnaps Sophie and demands a multimillion-dollar ransom. With only five days to piece together the money, the crew races the clock to save her.
Sound like something up your alley? Intrigued, and wanting more? We’ve got you covered! Check out this excerpt, scroll to the bottom for a giveaway, and don’t forget to add Grift to your reading list!
CHAPTER ONE – The
Strip
Strip
“How does this work?”
For the first time, I look directly into his eyes. It’s hard
to make eye contact in the poorly lit Riviera Hotel and Casino. Hard to make
eye contact anywhere in Las Vegas. Too dim in the casinos, too bright in the
sun.
to make eye contact in the poorly lit Riviera Hotel and Casino. Hard to make
eye contact anywhere in Las Vegas. Too dim in the casinos, too bright in the
sun.
He seems anxious. Maybe because he’s out of his element. Or
maybe because he’s not good with women. I give him a warm smile to loosen him
up.
maybe because he’s not good with women. I give him a warm smile to loosen him
up.
“Well, unless you want me here in the casino, we start by
getting a room.”
getting a room.”
He forces a one-syllable laugh.
“What’s your name?”
“Mark.”
At the mention of his name, I do everything possible to
avoid smiling. I heard somewhere that it takes 10 muscles in your face to smile
and 30 to frown. How many does it take to keep
from smiling?
avoid smiling. I heard somewhere that it takes 10 muscles in your face to smile
and 30 to frown. How many does it take to keep
from smiling?
“Madeline, right?”
I nod. But Madeline’s not my name. Piper’s my name. I have a
roster of about eight fake names, but I always circle back to Madeline. My
mother’s name.
roster of about eight fake names, but I always circle back to Madeline. My
mother’s name.
Mark and I wander over to the front desk. One room costs 40
bucks. On Friday and Saturday nights, a room here, booked the day of, might
cost over two or three hundred. But on some random Tuesday? They just want to
get you in the casino.
bucks. On Friday and Saturday nights, a room here, booked the day of, might
cost over two or three hundred. But on some random Tuesday? They just want to
get you in the casino.
He fumbles for his wallet, but I insist.
He seems like a gentleman. Lets me into the elevator first.
Opens the door for me. Doesn’t gawk at me. I wonder if this gentleman has a wife at home in Indiana
or Rhode Island or Arizona or wherever he’s from.
Opens the door for me. Doesn’t gawk at me. I wonder if this gentleman has a wife at home in Indiana
or Rhode Island or Arizona or wherever he’s from.
Once I close the door to the hotel room, he slides his arms
around my waist.
around my waist.
“There’s one rule I have.”
“No kissing?”
I giggle what I consider a sexy-giggle. “No. That depends on how things go. I kiss
when I want to kiss.”
when I want to kiss.”
“So what’s the rule?”
“I always collect the money first.”
“Oh. Of course.” Mark draws his wallet. He counts out 15
crisp hundred-dollar bills. In this age, people rarely pay for anything with
this much cash unless it’s scandalous. Drugs. Gambling. Sex.
crisp hundred-dollar bills. In this age, people rarely pay for anything with
this much cash unless it’s scandalous. Drugs. Gambling. Sex.
The cash never stops flowing in Vegas.
“Thank you.”
He hasn’t inhaled in a few seconds. Or blinked. He’s waiting
to ask me something.
to ask me something.
“Will you dance for me?”
Damn it. There it is.
Dance means strip. No one pays an escort to do the funky
chicken fully clothed.
chicken fully clothed.
I’m not really in the mood to slowly remove layers of
clothing while dancing, but the request gives me a quick in for booze. I glance
at the ground and use my most innocent voice. “Sure, but I might need some
champagne then.”
clothing while dancing, but the request gives me a quick in for booze. I glance
at the ground and use my most innocent voice. “Sure, but I might need some
champagne then.”
After one glass of champagne, I dance. I don’t enjoy doing
it, but it’s not the worst. It’s slow. Tasteful. He’s not expecting me to shake
my ass in his face. He can get that over at the Pussycat Lounge for $35. He
wants to see class. That’s what he’s paying for. Class.
it, but it’s not the worst. It’s slow. Tasteful. He’s not expecting me to shake
my ass in his face. He can get that over at the Pussycat Lounge for $35. He
wants to see class. That’s what he’s paying for. Class.
Fifteen minutes of slow, rhythmic swaying pass. Feels like
fifty minutes to me. Afterwards, I stand in my bra and underwear, undergarments
that cost twice as much as the room. His eyes have grown bigger and his looks
longer. The word gentleman no longer
comes to mind.
fifty minutes to me. Afterwards, I stand in my bra and underwear, undergarments
that cost twice as much as the room. His eyes have grown bigger and his looks
longer. The word gentleman no longer
comes to mind.
I pour myself another glass of champagne. After a few sips,
I rub my head and grimace.
I rub my head and grimace.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just…didn’t eat dinner. Reminds me of this time a
couple years ago when I was on a field trip with my class. Me and my friends
snuck out and stole a couple bottles of wine from this drug store. One of my
friends…well she was obsessed with grunge music. You know, the 90’s, Nirvana
and…well, anyway so we hid the
bottles in her baggy jeans and flannel shirt. But none of us had eaten dinner,
so of course we all ended up getting sick.”
couple years ago when I was on a field trip with my class. Me and my friends
snuck out and stole a couple bottles of wine from this drug store. One of my
friends…well she was obsessed with grunge music. You know, the 90’s, Nirvana
and…well, anyway so we hid the
bottles in her baggy jeans and flannel shirt. But none of us had eaten dinner,
so of course we all ended up getting sick.”
He takes the bait.
“How old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
His jaw drops. As if his chin instantly gained five pounds.
“You’re 17 years old?”
“I’ll be 18 in two months.”
A lie. I’ll be 18 in more like ten months. For a moment, it looks like he’s changing his mind, but
they never change their mind.
they never change their mind.
As he puts his hands on me, I move to my purse.
“I’ll feel better if I take my medicine.” I pull out some
prescription pills. They wash down like two little barrels going over a
waterfall of champagne.
prescription pills. They wash down like two little barrels going over a
waterfall of champagne.
His impatience grows. He places his hand on my shoulder. I
want to smack his hand away, but I have to pretend his fingers don’t feel
reptilian against my skin. Pretend his reaction to my being 17 years old
doesn’t make me want to puke on him.
want to smack his hand away, but I have to pretend his fingers don’t feel
reptilian against my skin. Pretend his reaction to my being 17 years old
doesn’t make me want to puke on him.
I put my hands on his arm, but then I reel back. He sees
then that I’m ill.
then that I’m ill.
“Hey. Are you sure you’re okay?”
I try to stand. But I can’t. I collapse on the couch.
He rushes over to me, shakes me a few times.
“Madeline! Madeline!”
A driblet of saliva runs down my lip to my chin. It tickles
like crazy.
like crazy.
He shakes me a few more times but realizes this girl is not
going to wake up.
going to wake up.
As soon as the door closes, I spring to my feet. I want to
get out of the suite ASAP. Just in case the guy experiences a sudden burst of
conscience. They never do, but I still have my rules.
get out of the suite ASAP. Just in case the guy experiences a sudden burst of
conscience. They never do, but I still have my rules.
I walk past the elevator to the stairwell, but I don’t walk
down. I walk up four flights. A different key card I had in my purse unlocks
the door to room 1216.
down. I walk up four flights. A different key card I had in my purse unlocks
the door to room 1216.
On the bed sits the bag I left. I dump out the items: denim
overalls I plan to throw over my dress, an extra-baggy hooded sweatshirt, and a
baseball cap with a built-in red ponytail wig.
overalls I plan to throw over my dress, an extra-baggy hooded sweatshirt, and a
baseball cap with a built-in red ponytail wig.
Thirty seconds later down the elevator rides an
inconspicuous tomboy.
inconspicuous tomboy.
Fairly smooth, I
think to myself as the elevator descends. I wasn’t in the mood to dance, so
that was a drag, but at least he hadn’t insisted on paying for the room. If he
had, then his card would have been on file with the hotel, and he’d have been
much less likely to flee. In which case, I would have needed to use a different
variation of the con. I’ve used dozens of variations.
think to myself as the elevator descends. I wasn’t in the mood to dance, so
that was a drag, but at least he hadn’t insisted on paying for the room. If he
had, then his card would have been on file with the hotel, and he’d have been
much less likely to flee. In which case, I would have needed to use a different
variation of the con. I’ve used dozens of variations.
I scan the lobby for the mark, but even if he were there, he
probably wouldn’t recognize me. Now I take a moment to smile at the coincidence
of his name.
probably wouldn’t recognize me. Now I take a moment to smile at the coincidence
of his name.
Chances are Mark wouldn’t have stuck around. So you might
think the $80 I spent on the two rooms went to waste. But it’s worth it. Worth
it for that one time you get seen.
think the $80 I spent on the two rooms went to waste. But it’s worth it. Worth
it for that one time you get seen.
The $80 isn’t the only money that comes out of the $1,500 I
just scored. $150 goes to the spotter, who in this case is a fat man named
Randy who played Single A professional baseball before he began working as a
telephone representative for an escort service called First Class. And of the $1,270 that’s left over,
90% goes to Max. I’m sure 90% seems like a lot, but I owe everything to Max.
Compared to everything, 90% doesn’t
seem too bad.
just scored. $150 goes to the spotter, who in this case is a fat man named
Randy who played Single A professional baseball before he began working as a
telephone representative for an escort service called First Class. And of the $1,270 that’s left over,
90% goes to Max. I’m sure 90% seems like a lot, but I owe everything to Max.
Compared to everything, 90% doesn’t
seem too bad.
From the lobby, I walk outside, hitting the dry desert air
just as the afternoon sun disappears below the towers of Circus-Circus. I head
south on The Strip – I’ve got another appointment at 7:00.
just as the afternoon sun disappears below the towers of Circus-Circus. I head
south on The Strip – I’ve got another appointment at 7:00.
Jason Mosberg lives in Los Angeles where he works as a
screenwriter. He has optioned several feature screenplays to independent
financiers. He wrote his first novel Grift while
staying in cheap hotel rooms in Las Vegas. When he’s not writing, Jason
can be found playing soccer, walking, and over analyzing everything.Having
grown up in Delaware, Jason attended Wake Forest University before he lit out
for the west coast. His top five TV shows of all time are The Wire, Mad
Men, Breaking Bad, Six Feet Under, and Twin Peaks. His one vice is claw
machines. On the book side, he is represented by Andrea Somberg at Harvey
Klinger.
screenwriter. He has optioned several feature screenplays to independent
financiers. He wrote his first novel Grift while
staying in cheap hotel rooms in Las Vegas. When he’s not writing, Jason
can be found playing soccer, walking, and over analyzing everything.Having
grown up in Delaware, Jason attended Wake Forest University before he lit out
for the west coast. His top five TV shows of all time are The Wire, Mad
Men, Breaking Bad, Six Feet Under, and Twin Peaks. His one vice is claw
machines. On the book side, he is represented by Andrea Somberg at Harvey
Klinger.
