All he needed was a vacation…
After witnessing a terrible accident, after long hours working as a successful young professional, Chris Thorne needed a break. When he meets his two best friends for an evening on the Georgetown waterfront in D.C., the unexpected happens. He encounters Chloe Fleming. There are rumors…of a secret getaway…to the most luxurious resort in the world. An Island Paradise.
But you can't book a trip. No one can. In this city of the young, rich and powerful, only the select few ever go there. You must be Invited…
Welcome to…THE PLEASURE DOME…A place of mystery, romance, and suspense…
The Pleasure Dome ranks in the Top Sellers in Adventure-Mystery Fiction on Amazon and has received 4 and 5 Star Reviews.
1. TRAUMA
Before Chris Thorne saw anything, he heard that terrible sound, the loud revving of an engine, the pitch ascending, a machine screaming at high speed. He was about to cross the intersection when he turned sharply to look, just in time to see a black Mercedes S500 sedan appear, cresting the hill, speeding so fast, it caught air—the entire body of the luxury car, all four wheels off the ground—jumping fifteen feet ahead, hitting the street with a sharp scrape and sparks flaring, tires shrieking and hurtling on.
Chris hurled himself back out of the way, an inch from being hit by the Mercedes as it shot past. Simultaneously in his peripheral vision, he could see a second vehicle come speeding in from the perpendicular street. A white ambulance racing fast, its red lights flashing, sirens blaring, a signal that someone—a patient or a victim—was inside.
Next came the punch, an explosive shock of metal hitting metal at a hundred miles per hour. The Mercedes rammed into the ambulance at full force. The two vehicles were thrown violently, locked together, skidding sideways and careening across the intersection. Shards of glass went flying outwards in all directions, glinting and catching the daylight, arcing through the air, sprinkling across the pavement. Chris’s eyes went wide and his nerves winced as he witnessed the crash.
The hood of the Mercedes was crushed inward, like a sharp V, its engine revving loudly with a sickening crunch as if it were alive in mechanical pain. It kept pushing the ambulance toward the street-corner. The ambulance’s tires were spinning smoke, burning rubber, spitting up hot black clouds. Through the wrenching sounds, Chris heard a human scream, the terrified cry of the ambulance driver as the vehicle smashed into a lamppost. A tremendous crash and the man’s scream were cut short.
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Author review: Julia Diniz has done FANTASTIC work translating my novel into Portuguese, staying true in language, tone and style to the original text. She is a total professional and easy to work with. Highly recommended. |
