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Hostage: Hot Threat Series, #3
Hostage: Hot Threat Series, #3
Hostage: Hot Threat Series, #3
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Hostage: Hot Threat Series, #3

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 A strange, gruesome death at an archaeological dig, the legendary amulet of Mitchka Hiyah and the grisly kidnapping of Blender’s uncle bring Tom Barrick’s  Cybersecurity team to Panama City Beach, Florida.  Tom is charmed by a free-spirited, sensual Seminole woman who is the only one can help them.
      Sex, murder, and the exposure of  sinister underbelly of ‘Big Pharmaceuticals’ deepen the mystery…and leave wounds, physical and emotional, that threaten and haunt the team. 

LanguageEnglish
PublisherOliver Rayne
Release dateJul 18, 2014
ISBN9781501483066
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    HOSTAGE

    Hot Threat Series, Book 3

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    Introduction

    A strange, gruesome death at an archaeological dig, the legendary amulet of Mitchka Hiyah and the grisly kidnapping of Blender’s uncle bring Tom Barrick’s Cybersecurity team to Panama City Beach, Florida.  But Tom is distracted by a free-spirited, sensual Seminole woman who is the only one who can help them.

    Sex, murder, and the exposure of the sinister underbelly of ‘Big Pharmaceuticals’ deepen the mystery...and leave wounds, physical and emotional, that threaten to haunt the team.

    CHAPTER 1

    In the forty or so years since he had been going on archaeological digs he had never been on one so fraught with troubles.  It was also the first one where a participant had died under unusual and suspicious circumstances.

    Nathan Crenshaw stood with his hands on his hips, stretching his overstressed back muscles as he looked out across the dig site. His stringy shoulder length hair stole out from beneath his Australian Outback hat and his bushy brows were furrowed. For the millionth time since he had removed it, his hand automatically reached up to his chest and felt for the worn stone amulet that had hung there until very recently.

    When they had first recovered the amulet from the cold depths of the spring, the original deerskin thong that pierced the hole in the center had simply disintegrated. So he had replaced it and hung it around his neck.

    The amulet was in a safe place now, hidden carefully and the location recorded on a flash drive in a computer code his nephew Blender had given him on one of his rare visits.

    Nathan smiled as he thought of his brilliant but somewhat eccentric nephew.  The boy had always been a puzzle freak – even the flash drive was hidden in an intricate Japanese puzzle box which Blender had given him for Christmas many years ago.  Nathan had kept the box on his desk at home ever since.

    The sound of tired but cheerful voices behind him caused him to look back at the group of graduate students who had volunteered to work on the dig. The atmosphere on the dig site was slowly returning to normal since the death happened. They were running towards one of the smaller springs just south of the deep pool. Yelling and laughing, their clothes flew off as they raced to the nearly icy water and the beer that he had stashed there early that morning, just in front of the coldest vent in the spring. 

    Nights in the Florida Panhandle were almost as hot as the days, and the biting insects, venomous snakes, alligators, and bears presented constant challenges to the volunteering grad students. The beer at the end of a long hot day was little enough reward, and the cold spring water of Econfina Creek both cleaned them off and lowered their body temperature.

    Stiffly, Nathan walked towards the small bluff overlooking the water. 

    There were no shrinking violets in this dedicated group of three young women and five young men. All eight were completely nude long before they got to the water.  Nathan was not about to pass up an opportunity to watch naked women frolicking in the cold water.  Especially Kiki. 

    Kiki McGillivray, was the senior grad student on the dig and Nathan’s personal assistant. She was a direct descendant of Alexander McGillivray, a Revolutionary War era Chief of the Creeks and Seminoles. Her slim bronzed body, perky breasts, and the angular, aquiline beauty of her face sent all the guys into a frenzy, including Nathan.

    She was hot and she knew it. And she liked to tease. 

    Nathan felt himself stiffen as he watched Kiki back up to several of the men in the cold spring water.  But he also immediately felt a stab of sadness as he remembered watching Kiki in this same hole cavorting with Leland Stroud. That was just a few weeks ago, two days before Stroud’s body was dragged from the Creek about a mile downstream. 

    The young man had been badly mauled, and the Fish & Game officer had written it up as a bear attack, though bear attacks on humans were incredibly rare.  Nathan was not satisfied with the answer. But lacking any evidence to the contrary, he had little choice but to accept the official conclusion.

    There had been several other incidents on this dig that were unusual – missing equipment and dig schedules being taken from the bulletin board back at the university. That incident had caused a break in the continuity of the dig itself.  And most frustrating of all, there was a foul-up in the grant extension paperwork that had caused them to lose the best part of the year on-site for lack of funding.

    Nathan removed his hat and scratched at the bald spot on the very top of his head before putting it back.  Sighing, he turned to go down to the creek bank to grab a beer before the enthusiastic and thirsty students drank them all.

    CHAPTER 2

    Kiki McGillivray turned heads wherever she went, both male and female. 

    Intelligent brown eyes dominated the beauty of her face, and her wide generous mouth and full lips softened the almost harsh planes and angles of her face.  It was a striking combination set above the perfectly proportioned body beneath, her long, graceful neck providing the perfect connection between the two. 

    At one time or another, she was approached by photographers from all kinds of publications, including major men’s magazines.  The amounts of money offered were outrageous, but Kiki wasn’t tempted.

    It was a particularly hot and muggy day, and Kiki was ecstatic when the ‘beer call’ had gone out at the end of it.  She was very athletic and a fast runner, and she led the charge for the spring, shedding her clothes as she ran. 

    When the tradition was first started, she had stripped down to just panties and bra, but as time wore on and she got to know the men in the group, her reticence had disappeared.

    Andrew Tobin, the youngest of the five men, with his lean and lanky frame and an enormous penis, had stripped completely nude

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