Twin Powers
By- David Pereda
Genre- Mystery/Suspense/Romance
Expected Publication Date- Feb 28th, 2015
Published By- Second Wind Publishing
While vacationing with her mother in Havana, a 10-year old American girl is taken by members of a child sex ring intent on selling her into forced prostitution. The abductors, believed to be Arabs, leave a note for the baffled mother stating that Stephanie’s kidnapping is an act of revenge. When the human traffickers avoid capture and manage to flee the island, the father of the girl, surgeon Raymond Peters, decides to take matters into his own hands and initiates a worldwide investigation. To support his efforts, the Cuban government, angered by their inability to apprehend the kidnappers, assigns Marcela, a lethal professional assassin, to help Raymond track down the culprits. The search for Stephanie takes the unlikely pair – a man who has sworn an oath to save lives and a woman who kills for a living -- to the Middle East in the hunt for the mysterious mastermind, Mohamed. As Raymond and Marcela overcome one life-threatening obstacle after another in their quest to find and rescue Stephanie, they uncover an incredible worldwide conspiracy undermining the highest political levels of the government of the United States. Working against the clock, Raymond and Marcela must pull out all stops to save Stephanie, flee Dubai, and expose the complot before Mohamed and his gang of thugs kill them.
Excerpt
Alla was in a playful mood. She
slipped inside Mon’s office while he scribbled on a patient’s chart. She locked
the door behind her. Mon gave her a questioning look. She had dyed her hair
blonde; this was the third time in as many months she had altered her hair
color, normally a light golden brown. She tried auburn, dark brown, and now
blonde. The truth was that she looked ravishing with any color hair, but it was
unsettling to Mon. It was like he was living with a variety of women instead of
only one. Smiling mischievously, she removed the one-piece emerald-green dress
she wore, which Mon bought for her as a birthday gift because it matched the
color of her eyes. She wore nothing underneath.
His heart skipped a beat and then
started racing like a thoroughbred horse galloping down the stretch toward the
finish line.
God,
she’s beautiful, he thought.
She opened her arms in a grandiose
gesture, as if expecting applause. “Well, what do you think?”
“That you’re not a true blonde.”
She stepped closer to him and ran
her index finger slowly on his face. Mon shut his eyes. She smelled so good.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“I have work to do, Alla. Lots of
patients outside need my attention.”
“I need attention too, Doctor.”
Alla spoke in a babyish tone. “There’s something wrong with my nipples, I
think. See how hard they are? Touch.”
Mon breathed hard. He had eleven
patients outside who needed his attention. Alla loved to play games like this
in public places. The risk of being caught while having sex excited her. They
had done it once in the men’s room of the Havana
Libre nightclub and twice in the men’s room of a well-known restaurant in
Miami. Alla claimed that men didn’t linger in men’s rooms like women did in
ladies’ rooms.
“Women like to talk and gossip and
check each other out,” she said. “Men won’t enter into conversation with
another man in men’s room, even if they are gay. It’s simply not manly. If they
heterosexual, they are afraid of being thought gay. And if they gay, they are
afraid of being considered easy. They do their business quickly and leave.”
“But men’s rooms are smelly
sometimes.”
“You should visit ladies’ rooms.
Anyway, you must pick clean men’s rooms, of course.”
She was becoming increasingly
bolder of late. Two Sundays ago, she insisted they do it in the water at the
beach at Key Biscayne. So they walked to an area with few swimmers and were in
the middle of it when a group of teenagers arrived and started tossing a
football close to them in the water. Mon was certain that one of them at least saw
them.
“Let him have cheap thrill,” she
said. “Let him go home and whack off.”
This was the first time, however,
that Alla had played games in the clinic.
She took his hand now and placed it
on her breasts. “See, Doctor?”
Mon exhaled. He had a rock-hard erection.
The
hell with the patients. Let them wait a little longer. It’s not going to kill
them.
“You’ll have to lie down on the
examining table, ma’am,” he said, playing along now. “I need to check your
temperature, blood pressure, etcetera.”
“Of course, Doctor. I may have
fever too. I feel so hot.”
She clambered on the examining
table, spread her legs, and slipped her feet in the metal holders. Mon climbed on a step he kept in the room for
the use of shorter patients, dropped his pants, and positioned himself above
her.
Alla opened her eyes wide. “Is that
new type of thermometer, Doctor?”
“Not new but quite effective,” he
said. He slid slowly into her. She was already hot and lubricated. “And you do have a fever, ma’am.”
She clutched him by the waist and moaned.
“Do it hard!”
He was trying to comply with her
request when he heard a loud banging on the door and his secretary’s voice.
“Doctor Peters, Doctor Peters!”
“Don’t pay attention to her,” Alla
whispered in his ear. “Tell her to go away.”
“Not now, Mercy. I’m busy.”
“It’s an emergency, Doctor Peters.”
“Don’t stop, Mon. Don’t stop.”
“I’ll be out in ten minutes, Mercy.
Can’t it wait?”
“No.”
“What kind of emergency is it?”
“Don’t stop now, Mon!”
“A patient had a seizure and is
lying on the floor of the receiving room.”
“I’ll be right out.”
“Keep going, Mon. Keep going.”
“I can’t, Alla. Someone maybe dying
out there. “
“Don’t stop now, please. I’m almost
there.”
Making a superhuman effort, Mon
disengaged from Alla and reached for his pants.
“Hold that thought, Alla, I’ll be
right back as soon as I find out what this is all about. We’ll continue this
examination later.”
He stumbled to the door, fumbling
with his pants’ zipper and trying to pat his disheveled hair in place. He
unlocked the door and put his hand on the knob, but before opening he glanced
over his shoulder at Alla to make sure she was ready. She had slipped on her
green dress again and was redoing her lipstick. Mon took a deep breath to try
and steady the beating of his heart and flung the door open.
“Mercy, what’s the prob…”
He couldn’t finish. Instead his jaw
sagged in astonishment. Mercy was sandwiched in between two large men with
square jaws and short hair, dressed in dark suits. Her face was pale, and she
looked about to faint.
“They made me do it, Doctor Peters.
Sorry. They made me do it.”
Mon looked at the men. The older
one had silver hair and cold blue eyes. The younger one had dark hair and
mocking brown eyes.
Silver-hair stepped forward.
“I’m Agent O’Malley from the FBI,”
he said and pointed to his companion. “And this is Agent Rios.” He paused to
let a stunned Mon comprehend the situation. “Are you Doctor Ramon Peters?”
“I am.” Mon swallowed hard. “What’s
this all about?”
“You’re under arrest for Medicare
fraud to the US Government.”
About the Author-
I am an author and college instructor living in Asheville NC. My latest novel, Twin Powers, published by Second Wind Publishing, is the third installment of my popular Havana Series of thrillers featuring the handsome and peripatetic Doctor Raymond Peters and the beautiful and lethal Cuban assassin Marcela. This is what acclaimed author P.M. Terrell had to say about the book: “Pereda expertly weaves a web that becomes more intricate and mesmerizing with each suspenseful step, keeping the reader on the edge of their seat. The twists and turns are enough to keep you guessing and yet everything comes together seamlessly in a series of heart-pounding climaxes.”
My last romantic suspense novel, However Long the Night, published in 2012, won three awards. My previous novels include the thrillers, Killing Castro, also a winner of three awards, published in 2010, and Top Secret, published in 2009. Together with my daughter Sophia, I am now hard at work on a Young Adult novel titled Freaking Fast, with estimated publication in 2016.
A member of MENSA, I am the ex-regional director of Florida Writers Association’s Western North Carolina division and the founder of AWE (Asheville Writing Enthusiasts). I love sports and have competed for years in track and show-jumping equestrian events. Currently, I teach math and English at the Asheville-Buncombe Technical Community College.
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