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The Casanova Embrace: A Seductive Diplomat Recruits Three Washington Women To Do His Terrorist Bidding
Overview
A seductive South American Diplomat recruits three Washington women to engage in international terrorism. Unaware of the consequences and greedy for the man's erotic favor, the women allow themselves to be manipulated and unwittingly enter into the diplomats bizarre, devious, and destructive plot. When the women discover each other and learn how they have been duped by their need for erotic fulfillment, they become enraged. Overcoming their jealousy toward each other, they band together to destroy their ruthless lover. This is an explicit, erotic thriller, and not for the faint of heart.
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Product Details
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Published by
Stonehouse Press
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Publish Date
April 29, 2001
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Print ISBN
193130453X
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eBook ISBN
9781590061947
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Imprint
Stonehouse Press
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Filesize
328.27 KB
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Number of Print Pages*
368
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Excerpt from The Casanova Embrace by Warren Adler
Covert intelligence agents and security men in the various embassies along the tree-lined street knew instinctively that it was a bomb blast that had intruded on the chilly morning calm. It was hardly an automobile's backfire. Windows nearby were shattered. Bric-a-brac fell from shelves and tables in the elegant houses innocently included in the blast's periphery. A pervasive, unfamiliar odor flumed invisibly upward through the usual pall of pollutants hanging in the heavy air of Washington. Someone who not only surmised what had occurred but actually saw the twisted wreckage of the gray Pinto, floating, it seemed, in a cloud of smoky afterblast, called the police.
Spectators, hovering behind heavy draperies, contemplated with fascination the block-long wreckage. A hubcap had been blown, like a discus, into the trunk of a tree. A tire lay on the doorstep before the heavy wrought-iron door at the entrance of the Greek Embassy. A trail of upholstery stuffing, white, like heavy snow, lay on the black surface of the road.
Experienced eyes, familiar with the impersonal ruthlessness of explosives, picked knowingly among the rubbish of the violence seeking pieces of a human being. A foot, the shoe still carefully laced and reflecting on its shine the glint of the shrouded February sun, lay on a patch of grass, fifty feet from the car's mangled remains. A ringed hand rested eerily on a piece of deformed chrome ornament. Patches of red materialized adjacent to the main wreckage, adding a grisly highlight to what might have been a surrealistic performance for an avant-garde art show.
Officer Bryant of the Executive Protective Force, a tall man with a craggy face, felt the backwash of bile in his throat as he tamped down an involuntary retch. It was the worst, most horrifying scene he had ever beheld. The first detail he was conscious of was that of a man's mangled torso in the front seat jammed against the remains of the dashboard. Actually, it was the sight of the head that had made him want to vomit. It was cleanly severed at the neck and lying like an errant basketball on what might have once been the car's back seat. The eyes were open, the silvery-gray surrounding the black pupils oddly clear and glistening, not at all dull, as one might have expected of dead eyes. A thin mustache, neatly edged, lay perfectly centered above a thickish angel-bowed upper lip. The face was ivory smooth, the fleshtone dark, not tanned by the sun. The mouth was set in a broad sardonic smile, showing even white teeth.





