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NEW AUTHORS SHOWCASE
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09-03-11 12M P3 & 2 |
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Diamonds can Kill by Barrie James
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Synopsis This exiting story is about an ambitious young scoundrel who rubs shoulders with the wealthy and kidnaps both the wife and mistress of a North American tycoon. The unfortunate women are ingeniously persuaded to parachute onto an uninhabited island off Florida’s Gulf coast. The only person who knows their whereabouts is killed in a freak accident and the women are forced to adapt to a primitive lifestyle. The mystery deepens when e-mail appears from a dead man. There follows exciting flying pursuits and aerial combat. The book is written by a pilot and likely to hold the reader through to the dramatic climax.
Chapter 1 Above the relentless roar in the Cessna aircraft the pilot bawled, "OK ladies?" The clatter of the engine and noise of rushing wind through the open doorway drowned their replies. The women, poised for flight in the opening, nodded and gave the man a thumb and forefinger circle as a sign that they were ready. The pilot's brown, capable hand eased the throttle back, the engine note mumbled to low revs then with lowered flaps, the machine wallowed, nose high, just above stalling speed. "Ok girls, this is as slow as she'll go. Have a great time." Two miles above the Gulf Coast of Florida the air was crystal clear and the shoreline below was sharply traced as turquoise seas kissed pure white sandy beaches. From this height palm trees could be seen adding their final touch to this travel-brochure image of perfection. Small islands punctuated the vast expanse of blue like precious stones and to the south, the sun glittered blindingly from a burnished sea. The two women, dressed in colourful jump suits crouched in the open doorway waiting for the pilot's final signal. The plane was now positioned over an outlying small triangular island. The pilot, hair fluttering, smiled reassuringly and called, "Go, go". With thudding hearts and without hesitation the pair dived through the open doorway. The machine rose slightly with the loss of its load the pilot opened the throttle, raised the flaps and re-trimmed for normal flight. Entering a steep left bank turn he thoughtfully watched the dwindling figures falling until, at about five thousand feet, twin canopies popped open and the pair steered their parachutes for the isolated island. The pilot's tanned handsome features twisted in a sneer of satisfaction, he breathed, "Yes my little darlings, gotcha".
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