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An Outer Banks Vacation
An Outer Banks Vacation
An Outer Banks Vacation
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After apparently coming out on top in the rat race for partnership, an ambitious young lawyer takes a quick vacation to the beautiful Outer Banks of North Carolina. There, he encounters his long time rival, the tall and striking Loretta Allmann, who has decided that the best way to handle the competition is to kill it off. Can our hero's cute little pooch, Muffy, help him survive Loretta's murderous onslaught?

Check out this 15,000 word thriller for a quick and enjoyable read. And while you're at it, take a look at Peters' two other fun and fast-paced thrillers set along the beautiful coastal region of North Carolina, Nags Head Affair and An Ocracoke Affair.

"There's no question that Peters is a master wordsmith." Gerry B's Book Reviews

"T.L. Peters' way of writing is wonderful." Kyanara

LanguageEnglish
PublisherT.L. Peters
Release dateJul 26, 2011
ISBN9781465866493
An Outer Banks Vacation
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T.L. Peters

"There's no question that Peters is a master wordsmith." Gerry B's Book Reviews About the author: T.L. Peters is an ex-lawyer who enjoys playing the violin and giving his dog long walks in the woods. In between, he writes novels.

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    An Outer Banks Vacation - T.L. Peters

    An Outer Banks Vacation

    By T.L. Peters

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    Copyright 2011 T.L. Peters

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    T.L. Peters’ way of writing is wonderful. Kyanara

    There’s no question that Peters is a master wordsmith. Gerry B’s Book Reviews

    CHAPTER 1

    Old man Steinbock was a straight shooter. He was pretty handy with the proverbial knife too. Unlike the other partners at the august mid-western law firm of Bile and Binge—mostly stuffy pedantic souls who delighted in sneaking up on some unsuspecting sap of an associate and plunging a stiletto into the poor fool's back—Steinbock would line you up in front of him and look you straight in the eye as he drove the blade into your quivering gut. Then he'd stand there and placidly watch you twitch and squirm as he rolled the sharpened point around inside your abdomen a few times before you did him the favor of squeamishly dropping out of his lofty professional vision forever.

    That was why I was a tad uptight when Steinbock called me into his corner office that crisp September morning. I got a bit testier when I saw that Loretta Allmann had apparently received an invitation too. She was my main competition for partner, and she was already lounging in the mahogany backed leather chair in front of Steinbock's massive oak desk, her heavily muscled foot tapping restlessly against the craggy wood. For essentially a homely woman, a quality most notably on display in her crooked sharp-pointed nose, her gray pock-marked cheeks, her dark small shifty eyes, and the patchwork of tightly squirming wrinkles on either side of her flat pale mouth, Loretta knew how to get the most out of her physical assets, which from the neck down even I had to admit were considerable.

    She was six feet two inches tall in her stocking feet, and when she wore high heels, which she always brought to the office in one of her vast Louis Vuitton handbags, usually a highly polished pair of some jet black and ridiculously expensive Italian brand, she occasionally cleared six nine. She looked especially formidable when she was strutting down the hallway with her jauntily athletic swagger, her freshly dry cleaned and lightly starched navy blue business suit shimmering under the incandescent law firm haze without a wrinkle or a stain or a bulge anywhere, everything tailored, everything tight, everything oddly perfect. She made me look tawdry by comparison, and weak too, an unpleasant fact for which I resented her greatly. But I didn't really see what I could do about it. My genes had worked their will.

    I was five nine on my tip toes, kind of dumpy around the middle, even though I worked out three days a week, and my suits didn't fit all that well either. But I was cheap and lazy when it came to shopping, a propensity which I also suspected was genetic in origin, since my dad had always been the same way. One thing I had going for me was that Steinbock and most of his colleagues at the blue blood firm appreciated lawyers with brains, which was what I was banking on. Loretta was smart too, of course, probably smarter than me. But at a law firm you never know who will get promoted and who will get the shaft. It was mostly a crap shoot, or so I'd heard, and I was hoping that on this occasion I'd come up lucky.

    Fortunately, the competition between Loretta and me wasn't physical in nature, since she was hard as a rock, probably because she worked out like a maniac. I knew because I belonged to the same gym, although when I was there I stayed as far away from her as possible. You

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