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A Titicaca Rendezvous
A Titicaca Rendezvous
A Titicaca Rendezvous
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A Titicaca Rendezvous

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An ambitious young attorney receives a rush assignment from a gorgeous and powerful superior to catch the next flight to Bolivia to close an important corporate merger. But once there, he finds that his mission is really more about a desperate race for his own survival as he travels from the lovely but dangerous Andean city of La Paz, to the treacherous Yungas "Death" Road, and finally to the highest navigable lake in the world, where he hopes finally to defeat the beautiful assassins pursuing him.

Check out this 25,000 word thriller for a quick and entertaining read with plenty of action. While you're at it, have a look at some of Peters' other fast-paced thrillers, such as An Ocracoke Affair, What's Wrong With Donny Speck?, An Outer Banks Vacation, A Pittsburgh Affair and Helpless in Paradise.

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

LanguageEnglish
PublisherT.L. Peters
Release dateAug 4, 2011
ISBN9781465774651
A Titicaca Rendezvous
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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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    A Titicaca Rendezvous - T.L. Peters

    A Titicaca Rendezvous

    By T.L. Peters

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    Copyright 2011 T.L. Peters

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

    Chapter 1

    I strolled into conference room 8D expecting some ball busting female partner from New York to tell me what a lazy jerk I was. But instead all that intruded into my narrow field of vision was this cute blond pop-tart fluttering around the huge shimmering oval conference table as though she were checking to see if there were enough Styrofoam cups left for the next meeting. She had on a bright yellow dress with all sorts of multi-colored crystal chokers dangling from her neck, and her wrists were loaded with clanging metal bracelets and her knobby fingers covered with rings that resembled a series of large brass knuckles.

    She was extremely thick-bodied, and on second glance I could see that she was really put together from the waist up, spectacularly so, and not too shabby from the waist down either, with even her calves looking like big fleshy bowling balls. There was such a vast display of carnal proportions to take in that I didn't get a good look at her face, at least not until right after she'd jumped me, but I'll get to that embarrassing incident soon enough. If I'd seen her on the street, I would have guessed that she was a hooker, but hookers didn't usually venture into the austere hallways of the firm of Blubbs and Drabo, at least not during office hours.

    Who do you work for? I asked her. I haven't seen you around.

    Maybe you just didn't notice me.

    I suspect I might have.

    She glanced up at me and smiled. At that moment the polite thing would have been to pay a little more attention to what I imagined were her comely facial features, peer into her eyes for instance to see if there were any signs of sentient life, but I was still a little hung up on contemplating her massive back side.

    Like you, Harry, she cooed, I'm a lawyer.

    Oh, don't give me that, I snorted. Are you from the secretarial pool? I need a new girl, you know. My old one just quit.

    I can't imagine why.

    I find it rather perplexing too, I said with more than a hint of sarcasm as I walked over to the window and looked out at all the little drones filling up the streets far below.

    It pained me to watch them all racing about on some grimy path to nowhere. I wasn't being arrogant though. I was fully aware that I was one of them, and a fairly pathetic example at that. I was just hoping to end up making a little more money than they did, which was why I had been slaving away for eight long years at the distinguished law firm of Blubbs and Drabo.

    And I'm such a thoughtful and understanding fellow, I murmured lamely. I guess people just can't comprehend my inner complexity.

    I knew I sounded like a jerk, but I just couldn't seem to help it. I really wasn't all that obnoxious, but then again, maybe I was going easy on myself. Don't we all some time or another?

    Suddenly though my lazy self serving day dream was interrupted when out of the corner of my eye I saw the blond strutting toward me, her shoulders back and her chest out. I didn't like people getting that close to me, strangers especially, even if that stranger happened to be a hot babe, and I was starting to back away when she grabbed me by the arms and straightened me up. Then she began slapping me as if she were a fighting machine and I happened to be her punching bag for the day, a sharp right followed by a crushing left and then another painful right.

    The blows were cracking off my cheeks every couple seconds, and I was seeing stars and wasn't quite sure what to do about it. I glanced down at her big curvy chest and tried to push her away, but she grabbed my hands and we started tussling. I fought and yanked and squirmed and shoved at her lovely bulk as hard as I could, grunting and moaning the whole time, but I couldn't budge her, not even an inch. It was as if I were wrestling a brick wall with curves, and it didn't take her long before she was the one who was backing me across the room.

    The next thing I knew she'd pushed me down over the near side of the conference table, her tough meaty hands pinning my wrists to the smooth cherry wood. I tried to roll out of her grip, but it was as though I were caught in some great metal vise. She was just too strong. But where did she get her power from? Maybe those husky shoulders and bristling upper back muscles had something to do with it, I surmised with no small degree of panic, and that nice pair of lean ripped arms didn't seem to hurt her cause either.

    I was beginning to get a little dizzy and sick to my stomach when she must have gotten bored toying with me, because without fanfare she tossed me down onto the plush velvet carpet and then started checking her nails. The cherry red polish was apparently still in place, because her eyes quickly swung back down toward my pitifully prostrate frame. It was a good thing for me that the partners of Blubbs and Drabo were such suckers for ostentation in their interior decorating. Without that soft rug to land on I might have gotten knocked out cold, since my head had slammed into the floor pretty hard. At least I had the presence of mind to reach out my arms as soon as I could think straight and grab her surprisingly slender ankles and yank them toward me as ferociously as I could. She went flying backwards, and by the cuss words shooting out of her hot juicy mouth she seemed pretty ticked off about it too.

    Then we rolled around over the floor for maybe a minute or two. A few times I thought I had the

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