Deadly Faux
Autor Larry Brooksen Limba Engleză Paperback – 7 oct 2013
Wolfgang Schmitt, ex-underwear model, self-proclaimed wisecrack, and cynical copywriter turned undercover agent, is biding his time, unsure how to spend the millions he scored after his recent undercover mission for the FBI. Complicating matters is the fact that he might be called in for a new mission; if it’s off the books and calls for a touch of seduction, Wolf is the man for the job.
But, in Wolf’s words, shit-storms come in threes. On the same day Wolf is visiting his mother in a nursing home, he makes three troubling discoveries: the place is going under and he may need to step in; the stash in his offshore account has completely vanished; and the promising new woman in his life is actually a Fed, vetting him for another undercover gig. His mission: to entrap a casino-owning couple suspected of involvement with the organized crime factions piping untold amounts of money through the gambling mecca’s glamorous underworld. All of this seems nearly impossible to pull off, probably illegal as hell, and if this is anything like his last gig, nothing is as it seems.
Full of crime, passion, and betrayal, Deadly Faux finds Wolf cornered in a dangerous undercover mission in Sin City, forced to use his wits, charm, and gambler’s luck to survive in the dark underbelly of Las Vegas.
But, in Wolf’s words, shit-storms come in threes. On the same day Wolf is visiting his mother in a nursing home, he makes three troubling discoveries: the place is going under and he may need to step in; the stash in his offshore account has completely vanished; and the promising new woman in his life is actually a Fed, vetting him for another undercover gig. His mission: to entrap a casino-owning couple suspected of involvement with the organized crime factions piping untold amounts of money through the gambling mecca’s glamorous underworld. All of this seems nearly impossible to pull off, probably illegal as hell, and if this is anything like his last gig, nothing is as it seems.
Full of crime, passion, and betrayal, Deadly Faux finds Wolf cornered in a dangerous undercover mission in Sin City, forced to use his wits, charm, and gambler’s luck to survive in the dark underbelly of Las Vegas.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781620454176
ISBN-10: 1620454173
Pagini: 333
Dimensiuni: 155 x 228 x 23 mm
Greutate: 0.41 kg
Editura: Turner Publishing Company
ISBN-10: 1620454173
Pagini: 333
Dimensiuni: 155 x 228 x 23 mm
Greutate: 0.41 kg
Editura: Turner Publishing Company
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Recenzii
"This intoxicating and intelligent tale of corporate corruption feels as authentic as a true crime chronicle, but Schmitt's first-person narration ensures that it is much more entertaining." —Publishers Weekly on Bait and Switch
“Full of surprises, Darkness Bound is one sneaky read.” —Leslie Glass, New York Times bestselling author of Stealing Time (for Darkness Bound)
“A funny, sexy, scary ride through a minefield of betrayals. Strap yourself in and enjoy?” —New York Times bestselling author Michael Prescott
“Full of surprises, Darkness Bound is one sneaky read.” —Leslie Glass, New York Times bestselling author of Stealing Time (for Darkness Bound)
“A funny, sexy, scary ride through a minefield of betrayals. Strap yourself in and enjoy?” —New York Times bestselling author Michael Prescott
Notă biografică
Larry Brooks is the author of four critically-praised novels, including USA Today bestseller Darkness Bound, and the bestselling writing book Story Engineering: Mastering the Six Core Competencies of Successful Writing. Brooks teaches writers’ conferences throughout the nation and is the creator of Storyfix.com, named two years running to the Writers Digest “101 Best Websites for Writers” list. He lives in Arizona.
Extras
Portland, Oregon
October, 2012
Don’t get me started.
No one with a modicum of sense – and please, just shoot me if I ever actually use the word modicum in an actual conversation – could blame me for being pissed off about things in general. The airlines want a hundred bucks to change from a flight with a waiting list to another flight that is only half full, and thirty bucks to load your bag.
One commuter line wants a hundred dollars for a carry-on. Thank you for flying Trans Sphincter Air. My HMO announced their annual forty-five percent rate hike on the day a pro athlete I once admired got busted – again - for beating up a hooker and his wife on the same day, which earlier had brought us the news of a Senator tweeting his junk to yet another hooker. The IRS wasn’t buying my deduction to The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Copywriters, which I once was. Reality television hadn’t gone away, nor would Britney or Lindsay Lohan or The Donald, who continued resisting a sign-off on the re-structuring of his hair.
Grease was no longer The Word. Bullshit was.
Far beyond the boundaries of my claustrophobic little world, the Democrats wanted us to forget that half the working population, which was shrinking, is on the public dole. Meanwhile the Republicans wanted us to overlook the fact that, among all those senators and congressmen and governors with right-leaning tendencies and greasy palms, not to mention dropped drawers in low places, a guy who looked like a blow up doll and no memory was the best they could come up with for the next Presidential race. That someone could actually be named after a catcher’s glove. And because of a book and a movie, half the planet actually believed that Mary Magdalene lived out her days as Mrs. Jesus H. Christ, while the other half – including those with rags on their heads and bombs under their vests - are still quite convinced that God is on their side.
At least Saddam and Bin Laden were dead, with no bounty of vestal virgins anywhere on their eternal horizon.
Bring the boys home? Not that simple, Sparky.
What’s a thinking man to do, give Newt the vote? I don’t think so.
October, 2012
Don’t get me started.
No one with a modicum of sense – and please, just shoot me if I ever actually use the word modicum in an actual conversation – could blame me for being pissed off about things in general. The airlines want a hundred bucks to change from a flight with a waiting list to another flight that is only half full, and thirty bucks to load your bag.
One commuter line wants a hundred dollars for a carry-on. Thank you for flying Trans Sphincter Air. My HMO announced their annual forty-five percent rate hike on the day a pro athlete I once admired got busted – again - for beating up a hooker and his wife on the same day, which earlier had brought us the news of a Senator tweeting his junk to yet another hooker. The IRS wasn’t buying my deduction to The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Copywriters, which I once was. Reality television hadn’t gone away, nor would Britney or Lindsay Lohan or The Donald, who continued resisting a sign-off on the re-structuring of his hair.
Grease was no longer The Word. Bullshit was.
Far beyond the boundaries of my claustrophobic little world, the Democrats wanted us to forget that half the working population, which was shrinking, is on the public dole. Meanwhile the Republicans wanted us to overlook the fact that, among all those senators and congressmen and governors with right-leaning tendencies and greasy palms, not to mention dropped drawers in low places, a guy who looked like a blow up doll and no memory was the best they could come up with for the next Presidential race. That someone could actually be named after a catcher’s glove. And because of a book and a movie, half the planet actually believed that Mary Magdalene lived out her days as Mrs. Jesus H. Christ, while the other half – including those with rags on their heads and bombs under their vests - are still quite convinced that God is on their side.
At least Saddam and Bin Laden were dead, with no bounty of vestal virgins anywhere on their eternal horizon.
Bring the boys home? Not that simple, Sparky.
What’s a thinking man to do, give Newt the vote? I don’t think so.
Descriere
Set in the gritty allure of a Las Vegas casino, Deadly Faux is an unstoppable thriller of deceit and seduction.
Wolfgang Schmitt, ex-underwear model, self-proclaimed wisecrack, and cynical copywriter turned undercover agent, is biding his time, unsure how to spend the millions he scored after his recent undercover mission for the FBI. Complicating matters is the fact that he might be called in for a new mission; if it’s off the books and calls for a touch of seduction, Wolf is the man for the job.
But, in Wolf’s words, shit-storms come in threes. On the same day Wolf is visiting his mother in a nursing home, he makes three troubling discoveries: the place is going under and he may need to step in; the stash in his offshore account has completely vanished; and the promising new woman in his life is actually a Fed, vetting him for another undercover gig. His mission: to entrap a casino-owning couple suspected of involvement with the organized crime factions piping untold amounts of money through the gambling mecca’s glamorous underworld. All of this seems nearly impossible to pull off, probably illegal as hell, and if this is anything like his last gig, nothing is as it seems.
Full of crime, passion, and betrayal, Deadly Faux finds Wolf cornered in a dangerous undercover mission in Sin City, forced to use his wits, charm, and gambler’s luck to survive in the dark underbelly of Las Vegas.
But, in Wolf’s words, shit-storms come in threes. On the same day Wolf is visiting his mother in a nursing home, he makes three troubling discoveries: the place is going under and he may need to step in; the stash in his offshore account has completely vanished; and the promising new woman in his life is actually a Fed, vetting him for another undercover gig. His mission: to entrap a casino-owning couple suspected of involvement with the organized crime factions piping untold amounts of money through the gambling mecca’s glamorous underworld. All of this seems nearly impossible to pull off, probably illegal as hell, and if this is anything like his last gig, nothing is as it seems.
Full of crime, passion, and betrayal, Deadly Faux finds Wolf cornered in a dangerous undercover mission in Sin City, forced to use his wits, charm, and gambler’s luck to survive in the dark underbelly of Las Vegas.