Kiss Of Death
ADAM HUNTER, YOU'RE DEAD.
Adam knew he was at death's door and his gut cramped. In less than a split second he realized his life was over.
Finished.
The other guys hadn't sensed the danger, didn't know death was a heartbeat away. Adam watched--his breath suspended in his lungs--unable to utter a word.
His body didn't seem to belong to him. It was almost as if he were seeing a film, as if this must be happening to someone else--not him. He wasn't meant to die--not now, not here.
Some distant part of his mind still functioned, warning him. Blood coursed through his veins and reality arced through him like a jolt of electricity, spurring him to action. Move! Run! But there wasn't any time to run--nowhere to run--no place to hide.
A garbled sound clawed its way out of his throat. Duck! In an instant his world exploded in all-consuming pain and the bleak darkness of hell.
SHREDS OF BLOODY IMAGES dissolved into the present. His uncle's chauffeur was driving Adam to Calvin Hunter's Greek villa. Adam was still too engulfed in a tide of memories to notice much as the limousine sped along the narrow road. The panicky, trapped fe ... read full excerpt from: Kiss of Death ebook
