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SHOOT THE MOON leads the reader through the trials and tribulations of a health insurance company’s desperate attempt to fight the high cost of drugs by offering a different kind of prescription card. Their idea would leave the American marketplace and contract, instead, with a Canadian drug supplier.
Two women, best friends and main characters are met with treachery from an unknown, formidable competitor. With the help of the company attorney and the new web-designer, they continue to pursue the new Rx card, only to find a constant barrage of stumbling blocks pitted against them.
Lana Potts, a woman with two small boys touch a personal chord as she is blackmailed into working against her employer by a man who physically abused the main characters months earlier.
The book differs from others in its field because it is actually a dual-romance with the prescription card fight at its core, not the other way around. It does not dwell on a drug war, but encompasses personal lives of several people and shows how this particular goal can actually precipitate changes where least expected.
As the Rx-card fight rushes through the story, an HMO doctor finds a surprise ending and a new beginning instead of an imagined, forced retirement when he makes a stand for one of his patients.
A murder brings everything to a point where an ending culminates from the least obvious character as justice is finally served. SHOOT THE MOON (where one reaches for a goal against all odds in Pinochle) is a story that will be read and enjoyed by men and women alike. Primarily, because it tells the prescription card story, while initiating romance with humor.
Genre: FICTION / Action & Adventure
Medium to high ratings
Callie was alone. And she was late. The entire floor of her building echoed its silence. With a huff, she rushed for the door just as her office phone rang piercingly. Her mind stumbled. Ignore or scuttle? “Damn!” Smacking the door knob, she lassoed her impatience and leaned across her file-strewn desk.
“Callie Beauvais.” She thrummed her fingers on the desktop.
“What’s going on, Callie? The woman’s voice was impatient, strident.
“Olivia. I’m on my way downstairs to the party now…Sorry I’m running late.” Callie laughed, “I know how you love a party.”
Silence.
Callie’s brow furrowed. “Olivia? What………? Are you all right?”
“No, I-am-not-all-right,” Olivia Phillips spit out. “We’re supposed to be friends…. through thick and thin, remember?”
Callie blanched. “Olivia….,” she whispered, clearly stunned. “Of course we are. What are you talking about?” Her free hand lifted to her tightening throat.
“Hunter’s on the warpath. It’s that press release Bram helped me word for the paper. He asked why I changed my mind about the contracts. I tried to calm him down because there were no quick answers, it just required further study.” Olivia sniffed loudly before continuing in a low voice. “He ranted and raved about Bram being too cautious…. Then he told me I shouldn’t listen to you either, of all people….….” She sniffed again.
“Why? I’m coming downstairs right now!” Callie’s heart raced
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Italian
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Corinna Urbani
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