Stacey Carroll's Thriller Blog
Thriller author Stacey Carroll has the Avia I and Avia II books out this summer, and they are the heist books you have to read. The crime drama genre has a lot of options for you, but only this series can give you all the things that you want in one book series. You will be completely shocked by this series, and you can read more about it below.
1. What Is Going On In These Books?
These books are all about the adventures of a drug running pilot who also happens to be an addict. Right there you get the idea that this woman is not only flawed but searching for her path in life. No one starts into a career as a pilot, expecting to be a drug runner, but she has landed in that world. The author is not just asking us how she gets out of it. She is asking us how she can reconcile herself to her job and her reality.
2. The Heist And Crime Angle
The obvious niche of this book is crime because it is illegal to fly a plane for a drug cartel, but the hero in these books is not perfect. The heist aspect comes in when you least expect it, and it causes you to think about how she will even go on living if she has to run afoul of the cartels.
The beauty of these books is in how creative they are. The Avia I and Avia II books are all about how this woman can start to take back control of her life which she clearly does not have when the books start. She is flailing hoping for anything that will save her, but she cannot get that just by stopping. The cartels do not let you stop, and getting off heroin is even harder.
4. For Women
These are books written by a woman for women. These are books that talk to women about making their own choices in life and having the bravery to do something that might scare them. There are a lot of women who would not do what Avia has to do in the books, but they might have the courage to try something new, start a new career or take a leap of faith after reading about her story and her adventures.
5. Who Is Thriller Author Stacey Carroll?
Stacey Carroll is a woman who wants to speak to women through a genre that has done a lot for her in the past. She believes that women deserve to have their own heroes, and she wants women to be the focus of her work. She feels much more confident writing about a woman who is so much like herself, and it is also important to read into the many themes in the book because addiction and dependency come in many forms.
You have to put the Avia series on your summer reading list because this woman is far more than just a pilot or addict. She is a hero for our time.
So, I have been busting my ass to get the word out about my new thriller/suspense/romance novels over the last week. To say it's been a trying experience would be an understatement. Over the last two days, I've gotten more than 10,000 tweet impressions on Twitter and 10 to 15 link clicks. I think I am finally starting to get somewhere. However, I have narrowed the field to Twitter and Goodreads. Those appear to be the only things that really work. Twitter works well because if you turn on your analytics, you can see an amazing amount of information. Goodreads only works if you can figure out how to get OUT. And that is extremely difficult. I've only just now began to go beyond people who happen to trip over my Goodreads profile. The good news - I am finally getting somewhere. My metrics are looking great.
And now for that avia i excerpt
Adult content, turn away if you have innocent eyes or are underage
onward to the except
“What’d you say Stephanie was doing?” Brian asked.
“Going to the bank,” Avia said. “I would guess that she found out she doesn’t have a bank account and her millions are gone.”
“And crashed,” Brian said. “Well, that makes our lives easier.”
“She can’t think if she’s in a coma,” Avia said.
“I had the okay to shoot her if she suspected us,” Brian said as he walked over to Avia.
“Damn,” Avia said as she watched him. “Did you want this chair?” She stood.
“I do,” Brian said as he sat down in the chair. He grabbed Avia’s free hand and pulled her into the chair with him.
“Didn’t Benton get pissed at you for this?” Avia asked.
“He did,” Brian said. “But he’s not due here for hours, and I don’t think you’re going to talk about it.”
“There’s a lot of things we don’t talk about,” Avia said. She took another drink from her glass.
Brian sat his glass on the table next to the chair. “And how long have you know him?” he asked as he sat her glass on the table.
“Since I was six,” Avia said.
“And he’s content with things as they are,” Brian said. He unzipped the back of her dress.
Avia shrugged as she reached down and unfastened his pants. She pulled out his cock and began stroking it.
Brian pulled her dress down. He kissed her as he brushed his hands over her breasts.
Avia sunk herself onto his cock with a gasp. “Aroused?”
“Very,” Brian said. He shifted lower in the chair to give her more lap room.
Avia rode him, feeling his cock slipping in and out of her as they became more excited.
Brian grunted as he started thrusting from beneath her. He could hear Avia panting and moaning as his eyes started to roll back in his head. He let out a harsh groan seconds later as he came.
Avia gripped his shoulders as she started riding him faster. All of a sudden, she orgasmed with a scream.
Brian kissed her deeply as she relaxed against him. “I am not the only one who needed that.”
Avia smirked. “Maybe not.” She slipped out of his lap. “I need a shower. My bags are still in the trunk.”
Brain stood and zipped his pants. “I’ll get it.”
Avia tossed him her keys before walking into the bathroom. She turned on the water to the shower then undressed, leaving her dress on the floor. Reaching over to the towel bar, she grabbed a washcloth before stepping inside the shower. Avia stood in the back for a moment while the water heated. She stepped forward and rinsed herself then grabbed the soap.
Need more? You can get Avia I and Avia II right here!
you all know I love a good deal.
I think $2.99 is a good deal on an ebook. However, I've just discovered something rather amazing. While I was playing with the Gift the Book features, I clicked on "download a sample". Interesting. So, I didn't have the Kindle app on my phone. I downloaded it and logged in. Then I searched "stacey carroll" to find my books. It worked. You can find them on your Kindle phone app by searching my name.
I clicked on Avia I. When I did, the app notified me that I have $3 in kindle credits. Well, to my knowledge, I've never ordered a kindle book. I happen to prefer hardcopies, and no hard feelings for anyone who prefers hardcopies. I get it.
So, if you are looking to get the Kindle version for free! You may just have $3 in credits in your Kindle phone app if you've never had the app or used those initial free credits.
And here's the official text I got in the email.
s a thank you for downloading the Kindle app, we've added a $3 Amazon.com promo credit* to your account. Your credit will be automatically applied to your next qualifying purchase (including Kindle books), and expires in 14 days (see terms and conditions below).
You will also get more kindle credits for every other ebook you purchase.
Flight, flare, suspense and a dash of forbidden
Stacey's Carrolls new series Avia promises a good time and a great read. If you're looking for a new set of novels, these are the ones we recommend. Readers just can't get enough of Avia and Benton as they bungle their way through a 50-million dollar heist, navigating cops, criminal charges and personal problems while trying to make a fast buck.
What are readers saying?
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90% of the people i personally know do not have bank accounts or credit cards. I get it. bank accounts are iffy, credit cards can get you in FINANCIAL trouble.
Well, there's a problem if the only payment method you have is PayPal. You won't be able to buy the book on Amazon. I just researched this when it was brought to my attention. It never occured to me that Amazon does not accept PayPal. Wow. So, where do you purchase Thunderstorms and .45s if all you have is PayPal. There are a lot of industries that are now running their payroll through PayPal. It's fast. It's not terribly expensive, and if you have a PayPal debit card, you can use it anywhere you would use a normal CC or bank card, but if you don't have that PayPal card, which takes a real credit card to get (visa, mastercard), you can't buy things on Amazon. Well, that's 90% of my customer base. They use PayPal.
paypal is accepted at barnes and noble
If you have a paypal account, you can purchase Thunderstorms and .45s on Barnes and Noble. They accept PayPal.
paypal is accepted at kobo
Thunderstorms and .45s is also available at Kobo, and Kobo accepts PayPal.
Are avia and benton the next romeo and juliet or bonnie and clyde?
Everyone wants to Know. Only You Can Decide.
Thunderstorms and .45s
If no one has told you lately that what you do and what you write are valuable, let me be the first – YOU ARE VALUABLE. What you have written is WORTHY! Your time, your effort and those hours of slaving away at your computer churning out words instead of doing something else are valuable!
You Are Worth It
It doesn’t matter what you’ve written. It doesn’t matter how long it is or how short it is. Your writing matters.
Writing is hard work!
You have slaved over the keyboard to write down your most important thoughts – whether they are fiction or nonfiction. You had an idea, and you had the determination to see it through. You finished that book. GOOD JOB!
You Deserve Recognition
You deserve recognition for your hard work. You deserve to see your book in print or as an ebook, and you can choose to go traditional or independent. That choice is up to you. So, if you haven’t submitted to any agents, editors or publishing houses, go for it!
Get out there and get your voice heard!
Thunderstorms and .45s - A break from all that hard work
CHAPTER 1--AVIA AND BENTON
Avia coughed, choked and gagged before hanging her head over the hotel toilet and vomiting. Once her stomach was empty, she laid with her back across the stone tiles and looked up at the ceiling while she tried to catch her breath.
In the other room, she could hear her cell phone screaming, alerting her to the fact that she needed to shower, dress and get the hell out of the door so that she could fly to Texas. She groaned. The noise did nothing for her heroin and alcohol-induced headache.
Avia crawled out of the bathroom and grabbed her cell phone off the bedside table before pressing every button to get it to shut up. She then yanked open the bedside drawer and fumbled for her pack of cigarettes.
After pulling one out, she checked the end. Avia barely remembered turning half of them into coco puffs before shooting-up and drinking far too much whiskey. She fumbled the lighter, nearly dropping it before she finally lit the damned thing and inhaled deeply.
Her lethargy and mental fogginess dissipated immediately, having been replaced with the chemical alertness offered by cocaine.
Avia picked herself up off the floor and looked around the hotel room. She was alone. For half a second, Avia couldn't remember why. Then, she remembered the argument. Benton had stormed off to get a separate room under the guise of sleeping.
“Fuck my life,” she muttered before turning and exiting the bedroom for the bathroom.
She needed to shower, dress, pack and get to the airport. She doubted Benton would show. Knowing him, he'd book a commercial flight and arrive in Texas hours after her just to avoid traveling with her.
As she stepped into the shower, Avia decided it was fine. She'd fly by herself. It'd make things easier since she wouldn't have to explain the condition of the Seneca or why it wasn't fixed.
Going down to Texas meant dealing with L, and Avia was not in the mood. Being ordered to travel down there today put her in even less of a good mood. There was a vacation in her immediate future, and she was tempted to take it by herself.
Avia finished showering. She wrapped a towel around her hair and one around her body before walking into the bedroom. Her suitcases were on the floor. She lifted the largest one onto the bed and opened it. Jeans. T-shirts. Socks. Underwear. Avia opted for a light summer dress and sandals. She tied her hair back in a sloppy ponytail and called it good enough. She wasn’t going to a party. She was flying a beater Seneca for 13 hours.
After dressing, she packed her clothes and took one last look around the room for anything she had forgotten. Her black zippered case was inside the bedside table drawer next to the hotel-issued Bible. Forgetting it was not an option.
She reached for it. Avia was 90 percent certain Benton would take a commercial flight. However, the 10 percent chance that Benton would join her stopped her from opening it. Instead, she slid the black zippered case into her bag. If he didn't show, she'd shoot-up in the air after setting the autopilot.
Avia grabbed her bag and walked out of the hotel room. There was no line at the front desk. Avia slid her card. Normally, Benton would have paid, but Avia didn't see him in the lobby and when the elevator doors opened, two elderly couples exited, embroiled in a debate over the best pain relieving muscle cream.
“The gentleman in the room with you?” the desk clerk asked.
“He rented a different room last night,” Avia said as she signed the credit card slip with the name that appeared on the card – Tasha Quade.
She crumpled and trashed the receipt on her way out the lobby doors. The weather looked good. It was still slightly chilly but nothing intolerable. By the time she arrived in Texas, it’d be 80 degrees.
Standing under the carport, Avia scanned the lot for the car before it occurred to her that she'd arrived with Benton. The car in the lot was Benton's, and if she stole his $80,000 Corvette, he’d kill her the next time he saw her.
Avia rolled her eyes. It occurred to her to call a cab to drive to the Dodge Stratus she'd left on the side of the highway, but that was weeks ago. If no one had bothered to steal it, it was impounded somewhere, which was fine with Avia. If it was impounded, no one would find it for years, and it was guaranteed the tow yard would eventually auction it to recoup their storage fees.
Avia walked out of view of the hotel cameras. Most of the cars in the lot were new, which meant automatic, preinstalled, car alarms. None of those would help her this morning.
She started to set her bag on the ground when a 1991 Chevy caught her attention. It was located at the back of the lot but closer to the street than she would have liked. At least, it was dark.
Avia stepped off the curb and walked across the lot, paying attention to any footfalls that might be behind her and sounds of the lobby doors opening. She didn’t hear anything as she approached the car.
She tested the door handle, betting the car was so old the door locks no longer worked. Avia grinned when it opened and tossed her bag into the passenger's seat.
Now, she needed a screwdriver. There was one in her airplane, but it didn't help her here. Avia opened the glove box. Car registration. Pen. Miscellaneous paperwork and a metal nail file. The file would work in a pinch, but she preferred to have the durability of a screwdriver, especially if she had to crack open the underside of the steering column. The nail file was more likely to break in the ignition than start the car.
Avia slid the switch on the dash for the trunk and heard it pop open. She stepped out of the car and walked around to the back. Opening the trunk farther, she noticed it contained a set of jumper cables, an emergency flashlight that plugged into the cigarette lighter, oil, antifreeze, windshield washer fluid and no immediate sign of a toolbox or a screwdriver.
In a car this old, there had to be a screwdriver. Even a rusty one would work. Avia dug a little deeper in the trunk and found a small box. When she reached to grab it, her hand was immediately assaulted by grease, spider webs and God knew what else. Avia gagged as she moved the box to the front of the trunk. She flipped the lid and immediately found the screwdriver she desired.
Avia closed the trunk and walked back to the driver's side of the car. She slid in and closed the door. She had two choices. She could jam the screwdriver into the ignition or break apart the underside of the console. She decided jamming the flathead into the ignition was the better option. Avia turned the screwdriver and listened. The car cranked once. Twice. Three times before the engine roared to life.
Someone was going to miss this later today. She wiped her nasty hand on the passenger’s seat, put the car in gear and backed out of the parking space.
The airport was a 30-minute drive, and soon she was walking around her Seneca with a flashlight, performing a needless preflight. These checks and tests were designed to ensure the plane was safe to fly. Avia already knew it wasn't. They were going to crash in the middle of a tumbleweed and cactus field. There would be an FAA investigation to determine the causes of the bullet holes and other suspicious damage. Technically, Avia needed a ferry permit for this mess, but she didn't want to deal with the paperwork or the fucking A&P who would sign off on it.
Avia walked back to the car. She pulled out a roll of duct tape out of her bag and started retaping the holes in the sheet metal. They didn't call it 500 mile an hour tape for nothing. When she was finished, she checked her watch. It was 4:30AM with no sign of Benton.
She pulled out her pack of Pall Malls and lit one, taking a deep drag. When she felt the rush of cocaine, she dropped the cigarette onto the tarmac and crushed it. She wanted to calm down not amp up. Avia made sure the second one was plain before lighting it and inhaling deeply.
She still needed to fill the hydraulic lines with a bottle of water. She had a second bottle for the landing. While gravity was great for getting the main gear down, it almost never locked the nose wheel into place, and Avia wasn't in the mood to wait for new propellers when she spun hers into the ground.
Avia crushed the half-smoked cigarette under her sandal and picked her bag up off the tarmac. She threw it in the aft cargo hold and put the bottles of water on the front seat. She was ready to climb in when she saw headlights coming towards her from across the tarmac. Avia hoped to hell it wasn't a cop or airport security. Though, she was confident she could talk her way out of both situations by showing her pilot's license or offering a blow job. She didn't care which. Whatever got them off her back and onto someone else's.
As the car approached, Avia realized it wasn't a cop. It looked like Benton’s new Corvette, but under the haze of the airport lighting, she wasn’t certain. Avia stepped down off the wing and walked around to meet the individual in the car. She was alone out here. There was no way they were here for anyone else.
When the man stepped from the car, she realized it was Benton. He hadn't opted for a commercial flight after all. Avia couldn't decide if she was happy or angry.
“Where'd you get that?” Benton asked as he stepped out of the car and motioned towards the 1991 Caprice.
“I wasn’t going to walk here,” Avia said. “And since you decided to leave last night, I didn’t expect you to be here.”
Benton sensed a continuation of last night’s argument and decided to avoid it. If she pushed the point, they could stand here and argue, but arriving in Texas at midnight was not preferable. “Is the plane ready?”
“Yeah,” she said. “If we want to land in Texas at some point today, we need to take off now.”
Benton nodded and walked around to the copilot's side door, which was misleading. It was the only door that led directly into the cabin. “Up and in, Captain.”
Avia stepped onto the wing with a butt-boost from Benton. She slid into the pilot's seat and started her preflight checks as Benton made himself comfortable.
Once the door was closed, Avia started the engines and taxied towards the runway. Since it was an uncontrolled runway, all she needed to do was make sure no one was landing behind her or at the other end of the runway. She also needed to stay below 1,500 feet, or she'd have to talk to ATC at the controlled airport.
Avia saw nothing ahead of her or behind her in the night sky or on the runway, so she pushed both throttles forward along with the propellers and stood on the breaks until the engines reached full speed.
She released the brakes. They were in the air and climbing 20 seconds later. Avia set the autopilot and leaned back in the seat. “Get comfortable. It's a long flight.”
“Shorter than a commercial flight,” Benton said.
“Just because there are no layovers,” Avia said. “The flight time is longer.”
Flying was notoriously boring at night. There was nothing to look at but lights. Small lights in straight lines and predictable curves indicated highways. Large batches of lights were towns and cities, and over the years, they had simply grown larger. Avia remembered when Indianapolis and Plainfield were two different sets of lights. Now, they were continuous, and the map indicated it.
Like most pilots, Avia found flying to be a serious exercise in not falling asleep interjected with moments of mortal terror, and given the status of her plane, she expected terror at some point along this flight. She hoped it wasn't until they crossed into Texas.
As they traversed across the early morning night sky, she could see Benton glancing at her periodically, but he wasn't saying anything. Avia didn't want to talk. What she wanted to do was keep an eye on the gauges, listen to the engine and pump crap through her veins until she passed out, but Benton's presence made the latter impossible.
To her surprise, the Seneca flew well enough. It wasn't perfect, but the autopilot seemed to be able to compensate for the increased drag and other factors that kept their airspeed low and the engines revved high, but Avia couldn't complain. They weren't crashing, and they were almost to L's ranch.
Landing at L’s didn't fill Avia with exuberance either, but staying in the air was not a possibility. They had flown the entire flight without refueling, and the extended tanks were almost empty. She'd get one, maybe two attempts to land before the engines shuddered and choked from lack of fuel.
Avia lined up her black and maroon Seneca for the straight approach into L’s private runway – airspeed 70 knots, flaps 10 degrees, gear down.
Forty-five seconds until touchdown.
She flipped the landing light switch. It flickered. Something was sizzling in the dash. Under ordinary circumstances, she would have turned off the lights, but L’s runway contained zero runway lights, and after a 13-hour flight, the sun was setting.
“The minute this plane lands, L is dead,” Avia said.
“You can’t kill him,” Benton said.
“There’s a 45 under your seat,” Avia said. One headshot was all it would take.
“No,” Benton said.
“Then you kill him,” Avia said as she compensated for the crosswind and added a second notch of flaps while checking the hydraulics’ gauge. Zero pressure. She had the water bottles, but it was too late to fill the reservoir.
“We’re not talking about this right now,” Benton said as he watched her. She was staring at one of the gauges. He couldn’t determine which from his angle.
“We are,” Avia said.
“Land the damned plane,” Benton said as he looked out the windscreen. The runway was approaching too fast and too crooked for his liking.
“It's a crosswind,” Avia said. “Be glad it isn't covered in tumbleweeds.”
She trimmed the plane for 60 knots, pulled the throttle back and watched as the airspeed decreased to 55kts. She pushed the throttle forward. Pulled it back. Fucking wind. Fucking short runway. Ground effect was not her friend this evening, and Avia watched as half the runway disappeared behind them.
Finally, the left wheel touched down followed by the right. Avia pulled the throttle all the way back and pulled the yoke to her chest in an effort to keep the nose wheel off the ground for as long as possible.
She suspected it was down but had no way to determine if it was locked.
The short runway had her slamming on the brakes much sooner than she would have liked. The nose of the plane dropped. Avia cringed, waiting for the nose down angle and grinding and shuddering that indicated her propellers were being destroyed by asphalt.
When it didn't happen, she breathed a sigh of relief. Avia kicked the right rudder peddle and revved the
engines, spinning the plane around and back-taxiing to the hangar. She turned the engines off for the last 10 feet.
They rolled to a silent stop in front of the closed hangar doors. The mechanics had long since gone to their cabins for the night. Avia was tempted to take a Jeep out to see if any of them were still awake. It wasn't that late – not yet.
Avia turned her head when she heard the door open. Benton was getting out. Avia was tempted to grab the 45 under the seat but knew Benton would confiscate it.
She moved over to the copilot's seat and waited for Benton to get off the wing-step. Avia was halfway out of the plane when she felt his hands around her waist, lowering her onto the dull-gray asphalt tarmac.
“They need to repave this,” Avia said.
Benton slid an arm around her petite waist as they walked toward the Jeep. “Money he doesn't want to spend.” He cast his gaze to the Jeep near the hangar. No driver. That was typical. The keys were under the floor mat. He’d drive.
Avia glanced at the hangar. “I need to talk to the mechanics.”
“Yes. Tonight,” Avia said. “It needs parts. They have to order them.”
“We need to talk to L and get settled. Do it tomorrow morning.” Benton tightened the arm around her waist and guided her towards the waiting Jeep.
Avia broke away from Benton’s grip. “It'll take days to get the damned parts if they don't order them tonight.”
“And just how are they going to do that?” Benton asked. “It's almost 8:30PM. None of our suppliers are open.”
“They can order them online, and the supplier will see the order in the morning,” Avia said.
“There's no online order form. They have to call. The guys have to pull the parts, and we have to pick them up,” Benton said. “There's no UPS in our line of business.”
“That is bullshit.” Avia opened her own door and stepped into the Jeep, making herself as comfortable as possible on the barely padded seat. Both doors slammed in unison. “Then, what are we doing here?”
“Probably that damned run L keeps talking about,” Benton said. “But seriously, whatever the fuck he wants.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Avia said.
“Not kidding. The sooner we get this shit done, the faster we can leave.”
Avia grumbled and leaned back in the seat. “Fine.”
Benton resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was a damned argument every time they came down here.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Let's just get to the damned house,” Avia said.
Benton watched her cross her arms and shook his head. She was mad because he didn't want to fuck, left and got his own room. “Sometimes, people need to sleep. Your overactive sex drive can wait.”
“Then, we can wait the entirety of this trip,” Avia said. “I'm sure that would make L happy.”
“You're impossible.” Benton downshifted and turned the Jeep off the dirt road. If they were going to have this discussion, they were doing outside the view of the cameras and any patrols.
“What are you doing?” Avia asked.
Benton gave no answer as he parked the Jeep behind a line of trees. He grabbed the emergency brake and yanked. This was far enough from the mansion to avoid the cameras. It was outside of the patrol areas, and L seldom ventured out back.
Benton slid his seat back with one hand and unfastened his pants with the other. “Come here.” He grabbed her waist and spun her into his lap. His level of frustration was enough to give him a raging erection.
“Benton!” Her right leg slid between the door and the seat. The other settled somewhere near the emergency brake.
Benton silenced her protest with a deep kiss as he dropped his seat back. He clenched her hips and thrust. He expected a tight, angry membrane that would leave his cock sore for days. Instead, she was damp and yielding. “Ride it, and calm down.”
Avia shifted her hips. The feel of cold steel was not comfortable. “Buckle.”
Benton pulled it out of the way.
He lifted and lowered, sliding her along the length of his erection. They needed to remain somewhat controlled. The summer-ready Jeep offered no cover or sound protection.
Avia panted. He needed to thrust harder. “Benton.”
“No screaming.” His words were a whisper.
Her hands clenched his shoulders, mirroring the tension between her legs. Avia moaned, pressed down and undulated her hips until she could feel the head of his cock deep inside her.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. A tingling sensation spread through her body moments before every pleasurable nerve simultaneously fired. Avia screamed.
Benton cringed, grabbed the back of her head and pressed her mouth against his shirt. He should have known better. She always screamed.
Benton tensed and grunted as he came.
After a moment of recovery, Benton kissed her. He slid his hands along her sides. She was content now, and he wrapped his arms around her body. It was a quiet moment, a rare moment in their line of work.
“You are horrible,” Avia said.
Benton felt a mock slap and laughed.
“I am a product of my environment.” He kissed her again even as his eyes scanned the surrounding area. He didn’t see any guards – yet. “Are you ready?”
“No, I’m not ready to deal with L’s stupidity. We just walked away from a murder trial.”
“I know,” Benton said. “We’ll just have to deal with it as best we can and leave as soon as we can.” He had a feeling they had bigger problems than L. They’d left Michigan sooner than he would have liked. He had wanted to make sure they had tied up all their loose ends, and he was certain they hadn’t. He just needed to remember what they were so he could make the appropriate phone calls to have it handled in his absence, which meant paying for it.
Benton looked around. Still no guards, but they needed to get moving. “Come on.” He patted the side of her bare thigh. “The asshole is expecting us.”
Avia slipped out of his lap and straightened her dress.
Benton reached into his bag and pulled out a hand towel. “Here.”
Avia laughed and deslimed herself as Benton started the engine and backed them onto the path that would lead them to the two-story house.
Sometimes in fiction, we read a passage and it’s so bizarre that we’re not quite sure what to make of it. In Thunderstorms and .45s, one of those scenes involves a Dodge Stratus. Why a Dodge Stratus? Dodge Stratus’ weren’t particularly good looking cars. They didn’t scream power, and they were only made from 1995 to 2006. In fact, their styling resembled the Saturn’s, which were available during the same timeframe.
The Dodge Stratus was manufactured as either a 2-door Coupe or a 4-door Sedan. It wasn’t a particularly expensive car, and it certainly wasn’t a luxury car. It got you from point A to point B fairly reliably.
Given the fact that we know Avia is wealthy, why would she drive a Dodge Stratus from Florida to Michigan? She has to have other vehicles that are nicer, more comfortable and get better gas mileage. Yet, in the opening scene, we can see her and Victor leaving a dodge Stratus on the side of the road.
Just why did she choose that car? Tell us in the comments. Better yet, see if you can figure it out in the text...
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CHAPTER 3 – THE SETUP
via rolled over to view the clock. It was after 10:AM. She jolted into a sitting position and looked beside her only to realize Victor was not in the bed.
“You didn’t oversleep,” Victor said as he walked toward the bed, fastening his pants. “I woke up at nine, went downstairs to the menswear shop, bought some clothes and showered.”
Avia stepped out of the bed and stretched. “Is the water hot?”
“Should be,” Victor said.
“Did you find out what room Stephanie and Brian are staying in?” she asked.
“Not yet. I thought you wanted clothes,” Victor said.
“I do,” she said.
“Then shower, I have your favorite car waiting downstairs,” Victor said.
Avia walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and stepped inside. It did not take her long to wash her body and hair and rinse.
Once she was dressed in her new clothes, she walked out into the sitting room to find Victor lounged across the couch.
“You ready?” he asked.
They both walked out of the suite and down the hall to the elevator not seeing Brian or Stephanie anywhere in the lobby or outside the hotel. The driver already had the back door to the limousine open and waiting for them.
Avia bounced slightly when she saw the black stretch limousine. You did get my favorite car.”
“I told you I did,” Victor said as he helped her inside before joining her.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“There’s a luxury mall up the street,” he said.
Avia sprawled across the backseat during the drive allowing Victor to massage her calves as they talked about the upcoming job.
“Have you actually spoken to Benton?” Victor asked.
“Benton should be in town later today or tomorrow, but I haven’t talked to him, just L and you,” Avia said.
“Well, we’ll meet up with Brian later,” Victor said as the car pulled to a stop in front of the Woodland Mall entrance. A moment later, the driver had the door opened and both Avia and Victor stepped out into the light drizzle.
“Does it ever stop raining here?” Avia asked.
“Springtime,” The chauffeur said. “It gets better closer towards summer.” He closed the door and walked back around to the driver’s door while Victor and Avia headed inside the mall.
“He’s going to wait right?” Avia asked.
Victor nodded as he led her down the large corridor filled with various shops. “Where would you like to go first?”
“They have a Marshall Fields in here, don’t they?” Avia asked.
Victor nodded and walked them over to a mall directory. “Yes, they do. It’s down this corridor.” He pointed out the location of the store and where they were before leading her down the walkway towards the large department store.
Avia was practically hopping along next to him as they walked. She didn’t relish shopping, but she liked new things. “I’m going check out the women’s stuff once we get inside.”
“That’s fine. I need to pick up a few new suits and some casual wear,” Victor said.
Avia headed for the women’s clothing the minute they entered the store and immediately picked up three new pairs of Joe’s jeans before heading over to the racks of shirts. She picked up a couple of black lace cameos, a few Nike fitted tank tops, and a couple of button down dress shirts. She was happy with the boots that were brought to her last night, and she wasn’t big on undergarments, so she didn’t pick up any of those. Instead, she met Victor at the cash register between the women’s and men’s departments. “Shit, we actually have to pay for this.”
Victor laughed. “We do,” he said. It was one of the few times where they actually had to spend their own money.
“Do I owe you for this too?” Avia asked.
“No,” Victor said. “Leave your cards in your pockets.”
Victor whistled and shook his head when the cashier read the final total for his and Avia’s clothes. It was over two grand. He slid his card. “Let’s hope that is the last of the expenses.”
“I hope,” Avia said as she grabbed her bags.
Victor picked his bags up and walked with her back to the limousine. “Me too, but we have to dress the part for this. Do you even own any new clothes?”
“No,” Avia said. “I fly shit from point A to point B and no one gives a shit what I wear.”
“Then, this was a good investment,” Victor said. “Especially if you plan to do this type of work more often.”
“I don’t know that I do, but the flights are few and far between these days,” she said as they stepped into the limousine.
“L’s losing his damned grip on the business,” Victor said. “That’s why Brian is up here. He doesn’t have shit to do either.”
“Hopefully, this will pay off,” Avia said.
“We’ll all walk away with millions,” Victor said.
Once they arrived back at the hotel room, Avia lounged across the couch with a glass of scotch. She fell asleep for a brief nap only to be woken by someone knocking on the door. Opening her eyes, she saw Brian was now standing in the room.
"Hi, how do you like your room?" Brian asked watching Avia sit up on the couch.
"It’s bigger than I thought,” Avia said.
“She rented me a suite, too,” Brian said as he glanced around.
“I thought you’d be in her room,” Victor said.
“Not yet, “Brian said. “But I do spend a lot of time in there.”
“How long have you known her?" Avia asked.
"A couple of years,” Brian said, stepping further into the room and away from Victor who seemed to be looming behind him.
“You’re doing this to a friend?” Avia asked.
“I don’t have friends,” Brian said. “I am a hitman, and we need the damned money.”
“Well, I guess I should thank her for the room,” Avia said, yawning and standing. She had had plenty of sleep. Victor had seen to that by exhausting her right before bed. That thought caused her to grin briefly as it had been quite awhile since she had orgasmed that hard with anyone. Then again, the man was quite skilled, and she caught her gaze traveling Victor’s suit clad body before stopping herself and turning her attention back to Brian. “What room is she in?”
“2003,” he said. “I can show you.”
Avia nodded. “We’ll be right back, Victor.”
They walked out of the room and stepped onto the elevator at the end of the hall, riding it up two floors to the 20th. Stephanie’s room was two doors down from the end of the hall, and Avia knocked gently on the door.
“Oh, hi,” Stephanie said, surprised after she had opened the door to her room.
“I just wanted to thank you for the room again,” Avia said. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t picked us up.”
"It was the least I could do. I saw all those cars slowing down and then passing you.” She paused. “Say, why don’t you come down to the hotel bar with me?”
Avia glanced at Brian then looked at Stephanie. “Sure. How late are they open?” she asked as she glanced at her watch. It was almost 6:PM, and she couldn’t help thinking that the day had gone by really fast.
“They stop serving drinks at two, but they only kick you out of the bar area.” Stephanie glanced backwards and then spoke again. “Let me change shirts real fast. Come on in.”
Avia entered the suite with Brian and looked around. It wasn’t any different from the one she was staying in. Averting her gaze and making idle conversation with Brian, she waited for Stephanie to change. “Double beds in this one.” That was the change with this room. Her and Victor had a King-size bed. Avia inwardly groaned at that realization. She was going to be forced to sleep with the man every night they were here. Of course, part of her mind was wondering if that was actually that bad. He was well endowed.
Once Stephanie was ready, they headed down to the lobby and through the hotel’s massive restaurant to the bar. It was still packed with people, and Avia glanced around looking for anyone she knew. Thankfully, she didn’t recognize anyone.
“Come on. My favorite table is open,” Stephanie said.
Avia and Brian followed Stephanie to a table in the back of the small bar and watched as a waitress greeted them promptly, asking for their drink orders. Avia ordered Vodka as she glanced around the room for the third time. She was wrong. She did know someone at the bar. The bartender.
Avia excused herself and walked over towards the twenty foot solid black oak bar. She sat down on a stool near the end of the bar.
The bartender walked over to her a few minutes later. "Well, if it isn’t my old pal. I thought you were wanted in this state.”
“Not this one,” Avia said. “We miss you.”
“No, do not even try to drag me back into your shit,” the bartender said. “And from the looks of it, you’re still causing a lot of it.”
“I am perfectly clean,” Avia said.
“I saw that police chase down in Florida yesterday morning. Rumor is, you had something to do with it,” he said.
“Wasn’t me,” Avia said. “I saw the same chase. I don’t own any Cameros.”
“They zoomed in pretty close. I thought I saw red hair,” the bartender said.
“It was black hair,” Avia said.
The bartender grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured it into a tumbler. ““You have to drink.” He slid it to Avia. “What do you want?”
Avia took a long drink from the glass. “I was hoping you could tell me something.”
“For a price,” the bartender said.
Avia slid him a $100 bill.
“Ask away, tiny,” he said.
“What do you know about the woman over their next to the wall?" Avia asked. “Sitting with Brian.”
"Long time resident of the hotel. She’s been here four or five years. Stephanie Hook,” he said with a shrug as if he were simply remembering a name on a credit card. “Rumor is, she’s got a lot of money, and she has a hell of a drinking problem.” He looked at Avia “Why?”
Avia shrugged. “I like to know who’s buying my drinks. You know I don’t want to get stuck with the tab.”
The bartender laughed. “Oh yeah, I know all right. Did you ever pay for a damned drink down in Florida?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I still don’t pay for them.”
“Who do you have paying for them now? Brian? Benton? Some old dude with a yacht?”
“Any of the above, depending on the night,” Avia said.
“All right. Well, I know your friends. I know your family, and I know what you guys do.” He leaned in close. “And let me give you some advice. You are not the first person to try and woo her from her bank accounts, and every son of a bitch Casanova and Romeo has failed so far. We place bets on that crap back here.”
“Well, if you place your bets on her this time, don’t come crying to me when you lose,” Avia said. She took another long drink from the tumbler in front of her.
"You need to take your friends and go on back to Florida,” the bartender said. “I’m not kidding. No one has ever succeeded, and I’ve seen at least four in the last three years.”
“Is she that smart?” Avia asked.
“No,” the bartender said. “She doesn’t know, but somehow the cops find out.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Avia said. “Who’s ratting them out?”
The bartender shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s got to be someone in the hotel or close to her.”
“Are you?” Avia said.
“Do I look like I want a new decorative hole in the back of my head?” the bartender asked.
“If she tips well, you might,” Avia said.
“It’s not me. If you ask me, it’s either the dude sitting with her now or the hotel manager,” the bartender said.
Avia finished her drink. “Are you lying to me?”
“On my honor, woman,” the bartender said.
Avia nodded. “All right. Thanks.”
“Be careful or that spotless criminal record you and your family has could be tarnished,” he said.
“If you ever need a job, come back. We’d love to have you again,” Avia said as she stood.
“You’re dad’s fucking crazy. No way in hell,” he said.
“You never know. The offer is always open.” She walked back to the table with Stephanie and Brian.
She wasn’t terribly worried about what the bartender had said. After all, Benton was coming in to town, and she already had Victor and Brian. Turning her attention towards the table, she noticed Brian and Stephanie deep in a conversation. Avia simply sat down and took a sip from her drink. Another drink had already been brought to the table, and she noticed that three glasses were now sitting in front of Stephanie, two of which were empty, the third glass half empty.
"How long was I gone?" Avia asked.
"About a half an hour,” Stephanie said. "When the waitress came back she said you had a phone call."
"Yeah, it was a business call from the investors that stood us up last night. They said they had found a better investment after they had canceled our meeting." Avia said as she took another drink from her glass.
Stephanie glanced at her watch. “They called you this late in the evening? And how did they know you were here?”
"They gave me their home phone number and told me to call if I had any questions. After getting ditched last night, I had questions," Avia said before changing the subject. "What are you drinking?"
"Scotch,” Stephanie said. "I saw you took the hotel limo out today. Do you need a car?"
Avia blinked. “Well, I suppose a car would be nice, but I haven’t gotten around to getting a rental just yet.”
"Do you like Corvettes?" Stephanie asked.
"I guess,” Avia said. She glanced at Brian who shrugged.
"Well, how bout I take you out tomorrow around noon, and we take a look at a few?" Stephanie asked.
“No,” Avia said. “That’s ridiculous. You don’t even know me, and I don’t know you.”
Avia was now concerned. She didn’t think it was the hotel manager. She thought it was Stephanie. No one was this generous. Avia had the strangest feeling Stephanie was trying to reverse con her.
Stephanie started to say something when the bartender walked over to the table.
“Can I bother the red-head for a moment?” he asked.
“Certainly,” Stephanie said.
The bartender helped her out of her seat and walked with her toward the back room. “You looked like you were about to kill someone.”
“She just offered to buy me a car,” Avia said.
“What?” he asked.
“She just offered to buy me a car,” Avia said. “Is she fucking nuts?”
“She may be testing you. What’d you say?” he asked.
“I said no,” Avia said.
“Good. Well, the real reason I pulled you away is that there’s a poker game in the back. I thought you might be interested.”
“Has it started?” Avia asked.
“No, I told them I knew someone else that might want in,” he said.
“I’m in." Avia said.
The bartender led her to the back room to where seven other men were seated around a poker table. “This is the Tasha I was telling you about.”
"Is she any good?” one of the men asked.
“Better than you,” Avia said as she took a seat.
“We’ll see. Hope you brought your money,” the man said.
Another man began shuffling the cards and dealing them. "Five card stud, deuces wild."
"Ten in for the ante," the first man said and waited until everyone had placed their bills in the center of the table.
"I raise ten," the man said sitting to the right of the dealer. The raise was matched and everyone passed except Avia, the dealer and the man to the right of him.
Avia was looking at three Queens, a two and an Ace. “I raise fifty."
"I pass," the dealer said.
"Well, I don’t," the man said and raised it ten more. Avia matched his raise and called. She then waited for everyone to lay down their cards before laying her own on the table face up.
"I have three Aces," the man said confidently.
“I have a Full House,” Avia said and raked in the money... The waitress walked into the back room. "Can I get anybody anything?”
Avia ordered a shot of vodka while the rest ordered whiskey. When the waitress finally brought their drinks they were well into their third hand.
Three hours later the group broke up, and Avia walked out into the front room sitting down at the bar. "What time is it?” Avia asked, noticing that most of the patrons had cleared out of the bar.
"It’s just after midnight,” he said as he began wiping down the bar.
"When did Stephanie and Brian leave?"
"About thirty minutes ago,” he said as he rummaged under the counter. He pulled out a napkin with writing on it. “She said that she’d meet you in the lobby at noon tomorrow.”
Avia laughed, amused, taking the napkin and crumpling it. “Okay. Can I get another drink then, and has Victor been down?”
The bartender handed her a glass of scotch and shook his head. “I haven’t seen him all night.”
Avia sighed. “I swear all he does is hole himself up in the hotel rooms and doesn’t do any work.”
The bartender chuckled. “Perhaps you should go motivate him.”
The grin appearing on Avia’s face was all telling. However, instead of responding to him, she asked. “I’ll be seeing you later?”
“You know it,” the bartender said. “Now go get some sleep.”
She laughed as she exited the bar and walked out into the lobby. Taking the elevator up to the 18th floor, she walked into the suite a few minutes later and saw Victor asleep in the huge bed. He looked exhausted, and Avia wondered how that was possible since he hadn’t done anything all day except take her shopping.
Avia decided to take a quick shower and walked into the bathroom. When she came out Victor was lying on his side on the bed, staring at the bathroom door. "You’re finally back."
Avia nodded. "You were asleep when I in. I didn’t think you’d want to be woken." She paused momentarily. “And Stephanie offered to buy me a Corvette."
Victor sat up on the edge of the bed. “What did you say to that?
"I said no,” Avia said. “I’m not letting her buy me a damned car.”
“Good,” Victor said. “That’s weird.”
“That’s what I thought,” Avia said as she walked over to the mini-bar and poured herself a drink.
“That’s not normal,” Victor said. “Sounds like she’s trying to play you.”
“Exactly what I thought,” Avia said.
“Does Brian know?” Victor asked.
“He was sitting right there,” Avia said.
“Good,” he said. “We’ll have to watch that. If she makes anymore of those offers, we may have to pull the plug.”
“Well, I haven’t seen Benton yet,” Avia said. “He may have some different thoughts.”
“He might,” Victor said. “It’s definitely cause for a team meeting. What are you doing later today?”
“I guess Stephanie wants to meet me in the lobby at noon,” Avia said.
“Keep that appointment,” Victor said.
“I was going to cancel it. I think that’s more of that car shit,” Avia said.
“Keep it. We need her to trust us,” Victor said.
“But I don’t trust her,” Avia said.
“You don’t have to,” Victor said. “You are trying to get her to trust you so you can get paid.”
Avia nodded. “Well, what were you doing all day?”
“Watching,” Victor said as he stood from the bed. “Follow me.”
Avia stood and followed Victor into the second bedroom. “Holy shit. What the hell are all those computer monitors?”
“Cameras,” Victor said. “I spent most of this time hacking into the security system. I can see every floor, the lobby, the bar, the elevators, and I even found the security cameras inside Stephanie’s hotel room.” He pointed.
“No wonder you looked exhausted,” Avia said. She suddenly looked around their suite. “Are there cameras in here?”
“They are just inside hers for some reason,” Victor said. “And the top penthouse on the 21st floor.”
“I didn’t count a twenty-first floor?” Avia said.
“It’s not visible from the ground. It’s located in the center of the roof,” Victor said. “Extremely private.”
Avia laid across the bed. “So what did you see?”
“Not much yet, but I’m also recording,” Victor said.
“That could be useful,” Avia said.
“I think so,” Victor said.
Avia glanced at the clock. “What in the hell did you do to me last night? I am far too exhausted tonight.”
Victor laughed. “I think that’s your body telling you that you can’t stay up for weeks at a time.”
“Bite me,” Avia said as she pulled out the money she had won during the poker games. When she finished organizing and counting, she had ten grand.
"Where did you get all that money?" Victor asked.
"I won it downstairs playing poker,” Avia said.
Victor looked at her. “Playing poker?”
“The bartender was our old informant,” Avia said.
“And we haven’t killed him yet?” Victor asked.
“He’s still useful,” Avia said. “And now we have money.” She handed him a stack of one-hundred dollar bills.
Victor laughed. “All right, but if he blabs, I’m killing him.”
“Fine,” Avia said. “I need another drink.”
“No, you don’t,” Victor said. He placed the stack of money inside a drawer and walked over to her.
“Yes, I do,” Avia said.
Victor lifted her off the bed and carried her into the master bedroom. “You need to sleep. You have to be awake and alert by noon.”
Avia sighed. “I am not interested in sleeping.”
“I know you’re not,” Victor said. “But it’s almost one in the morning. I’m exhausted, and I’m not allowing you to stay up all night.” He sat her on her feet next to the bed. “This is a serious job. You can’t be half asleep or drunk.”
Avia sighed. She undressed, tossing her clothes on the floor. “I’ll sleep in the other room.”
Victor undressed and slid into the bed under the covers. “I don’t care where you sleep just that you do, but you are going to be really cold in that other bed.”
“How am I going to be cold?” she asked.
“Go test that bed and come back here,” Victor said.
Avia rolled her eyes as she walked into the other bedroom. She moved the money to a drawer next to the bed and made herself comfortable under the covers. The sheets were freezing. After 30 seconds, she exited the bed and walked to the one Victor was laying in. She climbed under the covers and wrapped herself around him.
Victor smirked, but said nothing.
If you haven’t been influenced personally by someone with a heroin addiction or another type of addiction, consider yourself extremely lucky. I’ve have family members in the grip of opioid addictions, whether it be heroin or pain pills. Some of them function well to spite the incredible devastation to their health, and others don’t function quite so well. It is estimated that 2.1 people out of 100,000 will die from a heroin overdose, according to WebMD. According to Promises, heroin causes 12,982 deaths in 2015, which represents about 25% of the overdose deaths across the US. It’s a growing problem, and anyone can be affected. It’s also a topic I cover in my fiction thriller Thunderstorms and .45s, because I don’t believe statistics help, and while real stories can bring home the point, a lot of times, all people think is – OMG how horrible for them. Fiction, on the other hand, allows you to objectively view real problems in a new context that isn’t so emotional or overwhelming.
The main character, Avia, is a recovering and relapsing heroin addict, who works in the drug trade. This is very similar to a bartender who still bartends even though he or she is a recovering alcoholic. Why do addicts do this? Because they have to make money, no matter the risk to their mental and physical wellbeing.
Their addiction also affects more than just themselves. In Avia’s case, her addiction affects her ability to fly. It colors her thinking. It worries her partner, Benton. And she has enablers as well as those who are trying to help her quit. What you see is the struggle. Avia trying to work. Trying to fight the addiction, and some days she wins. Some days she loses. You also see her triggers, which are common for all addicts. All addicts have triggers. It’s just a matter of whether or not they can avoid them and/or walk away once they see them.
Some triggers are emotional. Some are physical, but if they can’t be ignored or avoided, they almost always result in a relapse. This is why getting help and staying in a long-term outpatient treatment progam, like group counseling and narcotics anonymous are so important?
Will Avia ever get all the help she needs to beat her addiction and be a productive member of society? Only time will tell, but you can check out the first novel in the Avia series at:
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CHAPTER 2 – THE HOTEL
en minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of a Marriot suites. Pine trees lined the drive leading to the grand lobby entrance, and Avia counted twenty sets of windows, which meant that the hotel had at least that many floors. It looked like a giant towering white skyscraper with the dark red Marriot sign blazing from beyond the top floor.
Avia, Victor, and Stephanie were dropped off at the glass front lobby while Brian parked the car. The three of them walked through the gold trimmed double doors and entered the massive hotel lobby. It was as larger than most residential homes. In fact, it was almost larger than Avia’s first floor.”
Walking over to the ornately carved courtesy counter, she listened to her heels clicking on the white marble floors. Victor had gone to sit down in one of the plush red loungers, while Avia stood beside the woman, hand resting on the counter. She was impressed when Stephanie rented them a suite instead of a regular hotel room.
“Two doubles per room or a Kings?” The clerk asked.
“Kings are fine,” Avia said.
The entire transaction took less than ten minutes, and soon Avia was walking through the lobby towards the reclining Victor with the hotel keycard in her hand. It was Brian who stopped her before she had gotten to her destination. "Did Stephanie already rent you guys the room?" he asked.
“She did,” Avia said and showed him the keycard.
“Great. I’ll talk to you guys later.” He turned and followed Stephanie to the elevators.
"Thanks a lot,” Avia called out behind her as she continued to where Victor was sitting.
“You got the room key?” he asked.
“Yes,” Avia said and motioned for him to stand. She was still soaked to spite being out of the rain for a good forty minutes. “Let’s go. I need a shower and a change of clothes.”
“We don’t have any clothing with us,” Victor said.
Avia paused. Rolling her eyes, she cursed. “I knew we forgot something.”
“It’s still in your Seneca,” Victor said.
“Shit. For some reason, I thought we’d drive back,” Avia said as they entered the elevator. She pulled off her hat to reveal wet tangles of curly red hair. Pushing the button for the 20th floor, she leaned back against the wall. “We can call a department store or something. Have them deliver some clothing?”
“At one in the morning. Avia, nothing is open,” Victor said.
“There has to be something open. I am not spending a night in wet clothes,” she said.
“You know damned well, you wouldn’t spend the night in wet clothes. You’ll get to the room, take a shower and sleep naked,” Victor said.
”What time is it?" She asked.
"Quarter after one,” Victor said as he glanced down at his watch just as the elevator doors opened, granting them access to the top floor.
They stepped off the elevator and walked halfway down the hall before they found their suite. Avia slid the keycard into the reader and opened the door to reveal the interior. She saw two rooms immediately; a front room and a bedroom further back. The carpet was a typical industrial weave in dark blue with lighter colored diamond shapes.
Walking to the center of the room, Avia took inventory of the furniture. The darkly stained dining room table had been polished to a high gloss. She wasn’t fond of the floral arrangement that had been placed on top of it, but it was a nice detail nonetheless.
“We have to order room service while we’re here,” Avia said.
“I’m sure they’ll be happy to bring you breakfast,” he said as he removed his trench coat and hung it in the front closet. His hat, he sat on the shelf above. Victor turned to watch her. “What do you wear? A size two?”
“A two or a three,” Avia said as she pulled off her shoes and tossed them near the door. She threw her hat and coat on the couch before walking into the bathroom.
“I’m billing this to L,” Victor said as he sat on the couch with the local phone book.
“You can’t bill it to L,” Avia said. “I’m not supposed to be here.”
Victor looked in the direction of the bathroom. “Why? I thought he wanted you on this.”
“He got wind Benton was involved,” Avia said.
“Well no shit,” Victor said. “He’s the fucking con artist of the family.”
“He thought Brian was doing it on his own because Benton had something else,” Avia said.
“Brian is the fucking hitman. He agreed to set the stage for Benton when he arrived,” Victor said.
“I know. That’s not what L heard,” Avia said.
“L is fucking delusional. You owe me for this,” Victor said.
“Fine,” Avia said as she disrobed and threw her clothes on the bathroom floor.
There were two bathing areas within the ornately tiled bathroom; a shower stall and a whirlpool bath. Avia decided to take a bath in hopes that the warm water would ease her aching joints.
She turned the water on hot and let the faucet run for a few minutes before plugging the drain and sliding within the sloped confines. She closed her eyes as water filled the tub and submerged her body in liquid warmth.
In the sitting room, Victor pulled out his cell phone and opened the phone book, which was now sitting comfortably on the plush red couch next to him. Flipping through the pages, he found quite a few department stores in the immediate area. However, most of them had closed at 10:PM. Grumbling to himself, he flipped through the pages again. Victor knew that his partner would not be happy to sit in a bathrobe all night.
Finally, he decided to call a few local tailors. If nothing else, he could have something made for her to wear tonight and tomorrow morning. The phone conversation was brief with the one tailor that did answer the phone, and Victor told him what he needed and by when. The price was ridiculously high, but given the time of night, he didn’t have much of a choice but to pay it. A full set of clothing for his soggy partner was going to run them over a grand. Correction, it was going to cost him over a grand. He knew that Avia wouldn’t pay for it.
A few minutes later, he heard the bathroom door open. Avia, was indeed, dressed in one of the long white terrycloth robes provided by the hotel, and she looked significantly more comfortable and warmer than she had 45 minutes ago. “How was the bath?”
“Whirlpool tub and unlimited hot water,” she said.
“I may have to try that,” Victor said as he stood and walked over to the wet bar. “Drink?”
“Please,” Avia said watching him pour two glasses of Maker’s Mark whiskey.
“Do you need ice?” He asked.
“No,” Avia said as she watched him turn around with the glasses in hand.
Victor walked the drinks over to her and handed her one before sliding his free arm around her waist. “I did manage to get hold of one tailor who will be bringing you a set of clothes.”
Avia took a drink from her glass before leaning her head against his dry, suit covered chest. “How’d you manage to stay dry?”
“Remember when we went shopping and I pointed out the London Fog trench coats?”
“You decided you wanted the Armani version,” he said after taking a sip from his glass. Gently pulling her across the room with him, he sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap.
“Did you get me anything to sleep in?” she asked.
“Since when have you ever worn anything to bed?” he asked. It sounded better than him telling her that he hadn’t. It hadn’t crossed his mind that she’d want to sleep in anything other than the blankets.
Avia drained her drink. “You did not expect me to sleep next to you naked, did you?”
He laughed. “It doesn’t matter to me how you sleep.”
"Do you know what room those people are staying in?" Avia asked.
He shook his head. “No idea. I didn’t get a chance to talk with Brian before he walked off with Stephanie.”
Avia nodded, glancing back at the wet bar. “I’m not exactly dressed to go visiting anyway.”
“The tailor should be here anytime. Though, I would suggest that you sleep tonight. We’ve had a long day.”
“It wasn’t my idea to fly from Florida to Michigan today,” Avia said.
“You could have fooled me,” he said. “Contrary to popular belief, L. does not have his hands in every piece of the pie you want to play in, and the Sarasota police are not in the pie. At least, not anymore. Fucking Chief Archer.”
“Now you tell me.” Avia sighed, flopping backwards against the soft arm rest.
“I tried to tell you that a week ago,” Victor said. “I said let Brian handle it, but no, you went off half cocked and shot the mother fucker in front of the police station.” He knew Jacob Stone had been on her shit list for months, after foiling one of her large drug deals in Sarasota. Victor had heard that 100 kilos of cocaine had been confiscated by the Sarasota police along with 400 packages of Pseudoephedrine. Avia had had plans to get into the Ecstasy business and had purchased a warehouse she could use as a storage facility and laboratory, but things had gone south the minute Detective Jacob Stone had started snooping around. Victor wasn’t even sure how the man had gotten information on it. Avia wasn’t one to blab about her business dealings.
The confiscation had cost her almost a million dollars in lost profits, or so she said. Victor had a feeling that it had cost her more like two million in lost profits. Either way, it had ended with Avia tracking the man down, learning his work and home schedule, and then losing her temper and gunning him down in front of the police station at dawn. That had gotten the attention of every cop within 100 miles. Had Avia not been driving a turbo charged Camero, she would have been caught. The news footage of that chase had her clocked at 150mph.
Victor had picked her up Naples after receiving a frantic call from her at 10:AM. Of course, he’d been watching the news in his mansion in Sarasota at the time. The coverage had stopped at about 9:30 because they lost her. As it turned out, she had ducked off the side of the road outside of Miami and into some brush. The cameras had panned the road in front of her car in that split second and when they turned them back, she was gone.
“He had it coming,” Avia said.
“I know he had it coming. Brian was going to take care of it after this,” Victor said. “And where the fuck did you get a turbo charged Camero?”
“I saw Jamie Sanchez park it at the Walmart,” Avia said.
“Jamie Sanchez?” Victor asked. “As in John Sanchez’ Jamie?”
“That’s the one,” Avia said.
“Oh fuck,” Victor said. “They are going to kill you.”
“She was fifteen-hundred miles from home,” Avia said. “She was probably in town to kill me.”
“Was the gun in the back seat?” Victor asked.
“It was,” Avia said.
Victor shook his head. “So you stole her car and framed her.”
“That was the plan,” Avia said. “The gun was just a bonus. I had mine.”
“You are one lucky bitch. You still owe me for this morning,” Victor said.
“Oh come on,” Avia said, shifting into his lap. “L. would have been pissed had you not helped.”
“That excuse is tired,” he said before kissing her forehead. She was young; 25 to his 45. He had known her for the last eight years down in Columbia, Florida, and wherever else L. tended to send his favorite group of troublemakers. Usually, it was Benton who accompanied Avia, and Victor preferred it that way. She was taxing to his contacts. Speaking of contacts, he glanced around. Where was that tailor?
“It is, but it is no less true,” Avia said.
“I hear it won’t be that way forever,” Victor said.
“What did you hear?” Avia asked.
“That Benton has had it with that fucker,” Victor said. “Plans to shoot him in the head.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Avia said.
“So, he hasn’t mentioned it to you?” Victor asked.
“Not a word,” Avia said just as she heard a knock at the door.
Victor shifted her out of his lap so he could answer the door. Peering through the peephole, he saw a man carrying two packages and a black bag as well as a few reams of cloth. “It’s the tailor.” He opened the door allowing the man inside the suite.
“I have the set of clothing that you requested, and a few yards of material in case the lady requires something more,” the tailor said as he walked over and handed Avia the packages.
Avia opened the first one, taking off the ribbon that had been holding the box closed, and pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans. Checking the size, she noted that they were three’s, and frowned slightly. They would work. They’d just be baggy.
The next item she pulled out was a black cameo with spaghetti straps. In the bottom of the box was a pair of flat black boots. The other box held undergarments and socks.
“This’ll be fine,” Avia said after setting the clothes on the couch and the empty boxes on the floor.
“You sure you don’t want anything else while he’s here?” Victor asked.
Avia shook her head. “This will get me through until we can go shopping tomorrow.”
Victor nodded and showed the tailor out the door and into the hall where he gave the man $1,000 in cash before walking back inside and locking the hotel door. “Are you going to sleep now?”
“Maybe,” Avia said, standing and walking over to the wet bar to pour herself another drink. “But I don’t really feel like sleeping.”
Victor walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. “How about you stop drinking, and we go to bed. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.” His tone was low in the quiet room.
Avia finished pouring herself the drink and turned around in his arms with the glass in hand. “I don’t sleep. You know that.”
Victor edged her towards the bedroom, kicking the doors closed behind them, while Avia sipped at her newly poured drink. Sliding the glass out of her hand, he sat it on the bedside table before laying her backwards in the bed and untying the belt on her robe.
“Victor, we can’t do this. We don’t know what room they are in,” Avia said.
“They are not next door to us. I guarantee it,” he said as he slid out of his jacket and tossed it across the room to the couch.
“How do you know that?” Avia asked.
“Because she has more money than sense,” Victor said as he finished undressing. He sat his clothes on one of the dining room chairs. “She’s probably in the penthouse.”
Victor positioned himself above her himself above her and capturing her protesting mouth with his. He knew she wasn’t going to refuse him as he slid the cloth away from her skin and began tracing his mouth from her lips to her chest, caressing one nipple with his tongue as she began to squirm. A moment later, he was positioning himself between her legs and pressing his sex against hers gently, teasing her.
Avia shifted her hips then, pressing upwards as their sexes gently rubbed together. She could already feel herself becoming damp with excitement. Anticipation getting the better of her as she gazed up into his lust filled eyes, she pressed harder against him. His mouth muffled the moan that wanted to escape, the tip of him just barely penetrating and then more fully as she felt his shaft edge up inside her. They both moaned once he was fully inside her.
Quiet pleasured sounds became harsh grunts and moans as Victor pistoned inside her over and over again. Soon she was screaming and begging him to fuck her harder. He could feel her tensing as her sounds becoming more frustrated. Her grip on his back intensified as her hips bucked against his.
Victor thrust hard inside her as he felt her muscles begin to spasm and clench around his pulsing manhood. The screams of pleasure practically echoed off the walls as they both climaxed, her body arching hard against his as he panted with the final few thrusts before collapsing next to her.
Avia panted, her breathing rough as she rolled over against him with her head on his chest, eyes still somewhere in the back of her head.
Minutes later, they were both calmly asleep after Victor turned off the bedside lamp securing them in darkness for the rest of the night.
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CHAPTER 1 – THE PICK-UP
t was after midnight when Avia and Victor reached the side of the road about a half mile from the Grand Rapids airport and 500 feet from their Dodge Stratus. Rain pounded the pavement, leaving the visibility of the roads almost nonexistent. The howling wind overpowered the sounds of the creaking signs as they shifted and rattled under the pressure of the fierce storm.
“If this was the east coast, I’d swear we were having a hurricane,” Avia said just as a large boom of thunder drowned out the sounds of the rain and wind. She glanced down at her watch. Her black duster was no longer collecting beads of water. It felt more like a steady stream flowing down her back, starting at her black Fedora. Sighing, she removed her hat for the tenth time, draining the water from the brim before placing it back on her dampening head.
"Are you ready?” Victor asked as he cast a sideways glance at his wet cat of a partner. It wasn’t his idea to do this tonight, but Avia had left him little choice. Ten phone calls and a 13 hour Seneca ride later, he found himself standing on the side of the road in a torrential downpour in Grand Rapids, Michigan.
"Yeah,” Avia said, shaking more water from her head as her heels both crunched and sloshed in the black gravel. She was standing in the middle of a growing mud puddle that hadn’t been there when they had arrived. “Whose idea was this again?” She asked, glancing over at Victor. He had always had good taste in clothing, and tonight was no exception. He would have been better placed at the grand opening of an art gallery than standing on the side of the road.
“This was all you,” he said as he cast a sideways glance at her. At least she had dressed appropriately. Victor had been half-worried that she’d be sporting her usual attire of jeans, tunic, and boots. Instead, his red-headed partner had actually chosen well; black slacks, a white blouse, black stiletto shoes, and a matching overcoat. "Okay, let’s get this show on the road." He checked his watch before sticking his black gloved thumb out to the passing cars. “They should be here in two minutes, if Brian did his damned job.”
“If he didn’t, I am kicking his ass,” she said as she rubbed her aching wrists. This cold weather was not conducive to good circulation, and her ankles were quickly becoming as painful as her wrists.
“You are ninety-five pounds. You’re not kicking anyone’s ass,” Victor said. “What’d you weigh when you got out of rehab?”
“Hundred and five,” Avia said.
“And I saw you right after you got out. You’ve lost weight over the last six months,” he said as a white Camero slowed beside them.
“I have not. I eat,” Avia said as she turned to watch the white car. “What is she driving?”
“Not a Stealth,” Victor said. “I think it’s a white Camero.”
Avia shifted her stance. “They need to hurry. My toes are going numb.” She turned her gaze when a red Jeep started to slow down. “Any chance it’s a red Jeep?”
“No. That wasn’t a car that was listed when Brian sent the report,” Victor said.
“Hang tight. I think I see it,” Victor said.
“If I have to walk to that damned hotel…” Avia said.
“You won’t have to shoot anyone. I see it,” Victor said.
Avia watched as a white Camero slowed down and then pulled over about 20 feet ahead of them.
“Finally,” Avia said as she turned to face the rapidly reversing car. She could see the water and gravel spraying up behind the tires. When the car came to a stop, Avia saw the man’s window slide down and his arm beckoning them over.
“Need a ride?" the man asked from the passenger’s side after they had walked within shouting distance.
"Yeah,” Victor said. “We would appreciate it.”
"Get in." The man opened the door and moved his seat forward, allowing Avia and Victor into the tiny back seat.
"Thanks a lot,” Victor said, closing the door.
"Where are you headed?" the woman driving asked as she pulled off the curb and sped down the waterlogged highway.
"The nearest hotel,” Avia said. She gripped the arm rest as the car hydroplaned into the lane. "We came here for a business trip, but it was canceled due to bad weather, and of course, they didn’t send a car.”
“I’ve had that happen more times than I can count,” the woman said.
“Who were you meeting?" the man asked.
"Some investors,” Avia said. “We’re trying to break into the biofuel market.” She paused as if in thought.
“We found a few restaurants willing to pay us to take their used cooking oil, but we need some venture capitalists in order to buy the 500 acre farm that we’ll need for storage and processing.”
"Brilliant idea," the man said. “With the fuel prices getting to be the way they are, we certainly need an alternative fuel.”
"You’re telling me," Victor said. “Who would have thought that a barrel of oil would reach past sixty dollars?”
"Sure as hell, not me,” the man said. “And the name’s Brian." He extended his hand backwards and shook Victor’s briefly.
"Tell you what; we’re staying at a hotel, so I guess I could get you a room for a couple of nights,” the woman said. “At least that would give you time to organize another flight.”
"We would be grateful,” Victor said. “But you certainly don’t have to do that. Just getting us to the hotel is enough.” He paused. “And the name’s Victor.”
“Nice to meet you, Victor,” Brian said. “This is Stephanie.”
"Oh, don’t worry about it,” Stephanie said. “It’s the least I could do. You’re both soaked as it is.”
"We really appreciate it," Avia said. "When we get back home, I’d certainly be willing to reimburse you for the room."
"That won’t be necessary," Stephanie said.
“I can’t thank you enough," Victor said as he glanced out the window. With all the rain, he barely recognized the area, but it looked like they were headed downtown.
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Need a Good Weekend Read? ThunderStorms and .45s May Be for You
If you need a good weekend read to help you unwind from the hectic workweek, Thunderstorms and .45s may be able to help you. It is jam packed with your favorite Company characters, including Avia, Benton and Brian, as they try to make a fast buck by scamming a not so honest Michigan socialite out of her money.
Of course, Avia, Benton and Brian don’t feel bad about this at all. It’s been rumored that the socialite is working with rival crime family, The Sanchez, in order to take down the Company. The urgency is real. If Avia, Benton and Brian can’t get that money and silence the bitch, they all may be going to jail for the rest of their lives or worse. It’s a race against the clock, when they learn Stephanie’s hotel rooms are about to be raided.
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1. What is Thunderstorms and .45s – 2018 Avia Version
Thunderstorms and .45s is a low-key thriller novel set in 2005. The story takes place in Grand Rapid’s, Michigan. Main characters Avia and Benton are trying to earn some fast cash by scamming a rich socialite out of her money. The story takes a turn for the worse, when the socialite gets into a car wreck and finds out her money is gone. In order to protect themselves, Avia and Benton must silence the woman before the entire deal goes bad.
2. Why is this book the 2018 version?
The original Thunderstorms and .45s was published in 2005. When Avia II was finished in 2017, Avia I (Thunderstorms and .45s) no longer matched. The content was revised and edited to reflect the progression of the story. The content in the 2018 Avia version was 50 to 75 percent rewritten. So, even if you read the original version, you haven’t read this version.
3. Who are the characters in the 2018 Avia version?
4. Do they succeed in the scam?
You’ll have to read the book for that information. I don’t want to give away any spoilers.
5. Is there adult content in this thriller fiction novel based in Michigan?
There is adult content in the Avia 2018 version. There was adult content in the original version as well. If you were to watch this book on TV, you’d receive the warning – MATURE CONTENT discretion advised. Contains adult language, violence and sexual situations. This is the same warning you see before every episode of Archer, to give you a good comparison.
6. Is this book stressful?
This book is no more stressful than watching an episode of Archer, to give the same example. If you like Archer, you’ll probably like this book. It’s pretty close to that category of entertainment.
7. What versions of the thriller novel, Thunderstorms and .45s are available?
You can purchase the Thunderstorms and .45s fiction, thriller novel in a digital format via Kindle for your kindle reader, tablet, cell phone, laptop and desktop computer. You can also purchase the print version via Amazon.
8. What countries is Thunderstorms and .45s available?
Thunderstorms and .45s is available in the United States, United Kingdom, France, Italy, Canada Mexico as Australia as well as in other countries. You should not have a problem purchasing it from the associated Amazon sites.
The new Thunderstorms and .45s is now available on Amazon Kindle for $4.99.
Many adults stopped reading when they graduated from their last class, whether that was in high school or in college. In fact, according to the Smithsonian, as many as 27 percent of adults didn’t read any books during the course of the last 12 months. Of those that do read, 9 percent read up to three books per year. Thirteen percent of people read up to five books per year and 41 percent of people read more than 15 books per year, according to Statista.
The Intellectual and Mental Benefits of Reading
You should be pleased to know that you do not have to read education or professional materials in order to benefit from reading. Reading fiction novels of any genre, including American crime and thriller novels, can help you improve your mind and critical thinking skills.
1. Reading Exercises Your Brain
In order to stay mentally sharp as you age, many medical professionals recommend reading. We all know that weight lifting and performing cardio exercises helps you retain muscle mass and flexibility. Reading helps you exercise your brain, and recent studies by the Academy of Sciences found that older adults who read are 2.5 times less likely to develop Alzheimers. Reading also helps improve your memory and your critical thinking skills.
2. You Will learn
Every book you read will teach you something, even if all you read is fiction. Many author spend a considerable amount of time researching for their novels. They will research places, time periods, processes and careers in order to give you the most accurate experience possible. This means that you may learn about nurses or doctors. You could learn about how police conduct investigations, and if you pick up a historical novel, you could learn about ancient Rome or a specific time period in history, like the 1920s. You will also expand your vocabulary and your knowledge of the English language.
Many authors are not only bibliophiles, they are also logophiles, meaning they love words. If the author has an extensive vocabulary, you will learn some of those words. For example, have you ever heard the word maudlin used in a sentence? This word doesn’t come up much in spoke or written conversations, but you may just see it written in a piece of literature if the character is described and looking or feeling maudlin. It means foolishly sentimental, usually when drunk.
3. You Will Improve your mood
Reading can help improve your mood by taking your mind off your problems and stressers. Modern life is hectic and stressful. As an adult you probably work 40 to 50 hours a week, and when you aren’t working, you probably still receive communications from your employer in the form of emails and text messages. You also probably don’t use your vacation says and work on your off days because you are afraid that you will not appear productive to your employer, and you desperately need that next promotion.
Reading can help you forget your daily struggled and tune-out by taking you to a different place. Individuals who read report lower levels of stress and anxiety, and they are more apt to participate in other recreational activities, such as exercising, playing sports and being more social, which will further help you to relax.
Go Ahead and Pick Up That Book
With all these reading benefits available to you, go ahead and pick up that new fiction book. It doesn’t matter what genre you pick or the title. Reading will help you become a better overall person, and it may even help you in your personal and professional life. If you are having trouble deciding on your next book, consider Thunderstorms and .45s – Avia Version by Stacey Carroll. It will be available on Amazon on March 20, 2018 for your reading enjoyment!
If you’re an adult, you are probably discouraged with the current available media content. Whether it’s television shows, music, movies or books, you probably can’t find exactly what you’re looking for when you sit down for the evening or on the weekend to relax.
The Entertainment Choices Are Limited
Let’s be honest. Your choices are limited. If you want to sit down and watch a movie, you have some options – Romance, Thriller, Horror, Drama, Disney, Childrens. Most of the stuff coming our right now is end-of-the-world dystopia. Society is/has fallen due to a natural disaster, lack of water, a nasty virus or aliens, and the main characters of the book must learn how to survive in this new world.
If you’re like me, you get enough of that in society. Today, we have school shootings, rapes, mass murders and mass illness in unprecedented numbers, and we hear about these things all day long via our TVs, radios, computers, laptops, tablets and cell phone. Enough is enough! We don’t need that in our fiction.
Understanding the goal of fiction
Fiction should offer you a way to escape the daily grind. You should be able to become so absorbed in the story that you forget your troubles. You should forget about that phone dinging every 15 seconds. You should be able to forget that your boss yelled at you for doing your job. You forget that your relatives are all spending $10,000 a month on prescription drugs every month, and you should be able to forget everything in your life that is going wrong. You should be able to escape without the need for a bubble-wrapped, soundproofed, padded-wall safe room with neutral non-stimulating colors.
You’re Tired of Horror-Thrillers, Romance and YA
As an adult, it can be challenging to find the right movie, the right television show and the right book to help you unwind after a long day. Horror-thrillers get your blood pumping. They increase your stress levels. They disgust you, and they ramp up your anxiety. As a society, we need less stress not more stress. We need less cortisol in our blood. We need less Xanax and Paxil.
We need to unwind, disconnect and recenter ourselves, but how do you do that? Most adults go back to the genre of their early adulthood – Romance. Well, after two or three romance books and/or movies, we quickly get bored. Girl meets guy. Girl likes guy. Girl has a BF and can’t date this new guy. She decides to break up with her current boyfriend in order to date this guy, and 10 minutes till the end of the movie, she makes some excuse as to why she can’t continue with the new relationship. Two minutes until the end of the movie, she decides that she was wrong and asks the guy to take her back so they can live happily ever after. That’s every romance movie.
As a result, you move down the line. This often means turning to YA movies and books and low-key family dramas. If it’s shown on the Disney Channel or Toon Network, that’s your bag. These genres are great for relaxing. There’s barely any stress. It’s mostly all fantasy, and you can relax and unwind. You may even actually enjoy the movie, but after four or five of these, you realize they’re lacking something. They don’t have the adult themes you crave. In fact, the adults in the book or movie may only have supporting roles, forcing you to watch kids complete the majority of the tasks.
There’s nothing wrong with that, but you’re an adult. You’re old enough to view and read adult themed content, but there’s nothing left. You’ve hammered every non-stressful genre out there, and you are still dissatisfied.
Enter ThunderStorms & .45s
You spoke, and we listened. You want a mostly non-stresssful plot. You want more character development. You want adult situations and themes, and you don’t want the same old plot prescription. You don’t want to be able to guess how it ends by page 10.
Get lost with Avia and Benton. Avia is the Company’s drug running, heroin addicted pilot, and Benton is a conartist and her primary partner. Together, they will win against all odds – or so they hope. All they have to do is steal the money and avoid the cops and prison. Can they do it? Find out on March 20, 2018.
When you think about purchasing a new book to read, you may wonder: What’s in it for you? What are you going to get out of this book? The first thing you’ll get is to keep more of your hard-earned money. The average e-book retails for between $6.13 and 11.99, and you will find some books priced much closer to $20. By contrast, the ebook price for Thunderstorms & .45s is $4.99, a $1.14 to $7 savings. The average print book price is closer to $17. By contrast, you can receive a print copy of Thunderstorms &. 45s for $8.99 + shipping. That’s a $10 savings over other similarly priced books. Of course, if you have Amazon Prime, your shipping is free, and you’ll receive your new thriller book in two days.
1. You Can Take It Anywhere
You can take your new copy of Thunderstorms & .45s anywhere, especially if you purchase it as a Kindle version. Amazon’s Kindle is available for iOS, Android, Mac and Windows PCs. This means that once it is on your phone, you will have Thunderstorms & .45s available to read whenever you have a free moment.
If you purchase the print version, you can still take it with you anywhere. The soft-cover design ensures they you can fit it into your backpack, median to large purse and in your carry-on bag. With the print version, you won’t have to worry about glare or eye strain from blue light or computer vision syndrome. You’ll also get that authentic reading experience by turning the pages and feeling the paper between your fingers.
2. You Can Relax and Get Lost
Unlike other books in the thriller/crime/heist category, you can relax with Avia and Benton. The scenes won’t raise your blood pressure or give you an anxiety attack. There is no gruesome or explicit violence or gore, and no one gets tortured, which means you won’t have to worry about an upset stomach. The world is also in-tact and just fine. No computer, accident, alien or horrific viral vent has cause the destruction of mankind or the fall of the world. Instead, Avia and Benton are just trying to earn a few million the old-fashioned way – by stealing it from someone else.
3. The Print Version Is Ad and Commercial-Free
In today’s society we are bombarded with marketing from the time we get up to the time we go to bed. It’s everywhere. It’s on our computers. It’s on our tablets. It’s on our phones, and it’s on every billboard around town. The print version of Thunderstorms & .45s – Avia Version is ad and commercial free. All you have to do is turn the pages. The story will keep flowing as long as you keep reading.
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1. What’s it like flying with Avia?
I don’t know. It depends. Is she listening? It really depends on the day. Sometimes it’s fine. Sometimes it’s a shit your pants kinda thing.
2. Have you ever refused to fly with Avia?
No. That is the beginning of a months long argument that I am never in the mood for.
3. So does that mean you refused in the past?
I declined on time because I had to work. It wasn’t even a refusal. I had to work. I was due in Montana for some reason. She was due to fly to Kentucky or Tennessee. It was a four month fight. I think that was the time she crashed in the field.
4. How many times have you been arrested?
Oh shit. More times than I can count. I’m surprised I’m not in prison right now, but as for a number? Ten or fifteen.
5. What prompted you to send Avia to rehab?
She passed out in the prison while I was serving time for aggravated manslaughter. We didn’t send her to the hospital right then, but I called L, and we made arrangements to send her to a long-term treatment program.
6. We keep hearing something about a beach incident. Can you tell us anything about that?
No. I am not talking about the beach incident. It’s better left forgotten.
7. What are your plans now that everything has settled down?
I promised Avia a Hawaiian vacation, so we’re going to take some time off and relax before we both have to get back to work.
8. What are your future work plans?
Since Avia stole that Sanchez car, we have to deal with them. They’ve really escalated the war, so probably the first thing we’re going to do is get rid of that threat before they turn us into lawn ornaments.
Benton Docks Biography
Date of Birth – 1974
Height – 6’5”
Weight – 230 – 250 pounds
Hair Color – black
Eye Color – blue
Location of Birth – Sarasota, Florida
Current Address – No Permanent Physical Location. Divides time between Texas and Florida
Biological Father – John Docks
Biological Mother – Diane Docks
Biological Siblings/ Family Members – Brian Colcort – Cousin, L. Bays - Uncle
Employer – The Company
Tattoos, Body Piercing and Body Modifications - None
Benton Docks was born in 1974 in Sarasota, Florida to Diane and John Docks. He was immediately integrated into the family business. By the time he was six, he was trading toy guns and fake drugs for lunch money, which earned him more time in the principal’s office than in the classroom. When he started telling fake hardship stories to his classmates in an effort to get more money, his parents decided homeschooling would be best for him. However, they also recognized that he had a gift for convincing anyone of anything.
By the time he was 10, his parents and his uncle were convinced he could sell ice to Eskimos and fish to fisherman and make money at it. Rather than funneling them into their drug and weapons trade, they opened a new department at The Company – grifting. Benton was a millionaire by the time he was 16.
Unfortunately, he had a reason for earning all that money. His adopted cousin, Avia, was a raging drug addict and not nearly as financially well-off as he was. To keep her off the streets, he supplied most of her money, but her addictions were taxing, even on his finances, and his scams took him away from her for long periods of time.
At the same time, he was starting to rack up the criminal charges. In 1989, he was arrested for driving without a licensed adult in the car. In 1990, the SPD got him again on possession of marijuana. In 1991, he was arrested for possession with intent to sell. In reality, he had Avia’s heroin on him, but he took the blame for it. In 1992, he was arrested for extortion. In 1993, he was arrested with Avia for solicitation of a prostitute. In 1994, he was slammed face down on the sidewalk for extortion and weapons and drug trafficking. If L hadn’t taken steps to have the case declared as a mistrial, Benton would have spent decades in prison.
Under threat from his uncle, Benton was forced to clean himself up. In 1995, much to Avia’s disapproval, he married Stephanie Jones. She was a long-term family friend, and it was a loveless marriage. In 1999, Benton shot her in the back of the head after a heated argument where he was accused of having an affair and betrayal of The Company.
He spent three years in prison for manslaughter and was released in 2003. While he was in prison, he had Avia sent to rehab. In 2005, Benton is back to his old ways. Stealing money from rich women, extortion and part time weapons and drug runner.
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What You Should Read and Watch, According to Hollywood
Do Any of Those Sound Good to You?
If you answered, “No,” you probably have the same problem with these movies as I do. It’s either too much or not enough. The book/movie is either too stressful/violent, or there isn’t enough character relationship development to really keep your interest. It’s even worse if the author has an aversion to sex/intimate scenes.
A Sex Scene I’ll Never Forget
I picked up Under the Dome by Stephen King a few years ago. I believe it was the digital version because the bookstore wanted an absurd amount of money for the print version. It was right around $50 is not more. My personal opinion is that it had some good scenes, but it didn’t really work. Just one word – Snowglobe. By anyway, Stephen King isn’t known for his sex scenes. I mean, he writes straight horror. This book just happened to have a sex scene in it. It does build up to this. It makes sense for the two main characters to fuck. The scene:
I told her it was like riding a bike.
And it was.
WTF was that? They could have deleted that and been fine. That’s terrible. Lackluster and disappointing. There was a lot more in that book that was meh, but that took the cake.
If You’re Tired of Being Told What to Watch and Read and Eternally Disappointed, There is Something Else.
There is a book coming out that has picked up the slack between the Suspense, Thriller and Romance categories. If you are looking for more relationship development, less senseless violence and gore, and a more pleasant experience that doesn’t need a XANTAX and a bottle of whiskey after you read a scene, check out Thundestorms $ .45s – Avia version.
What it Has
What It Doesn’t Have
Thunderstorms & .45s Fills the Gap
You’ve been waiting for a book that has it all, suspense, plot, character development and taboo romance. It’s coming to Amazon on March 20, 2018. You can get what you want.
Thunderstorms and .45s on Amazon
How Does the author know if fills the gap?
She asked - https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/XC2DRC3
Is anti-heroin Avia in Thunderstorms & .45s a liberal or a conservative? To answer this question, we need to understand the definitions of liberal and conservative as they relate to government, political beliefs and lifestyle beliefs.
Understanding What Makes a Person a Liberal
If an individual is a liberal, they probably believe in having a large government and more government control, like telling you whether or not you can own guns. They are probably pro-choice or pro-abortion. They may believe in a universal income, universal healthcare, free college and higher taxes.
What Makes a Person a Conservative?
A conservative is typically religious. They believe in smaller government and lower taxes. They also believe in capitalism and “pulling yourself up by your bootstraps. These are the guys that voted Donald Trump into the White House so that we might call him President Donald Trump.
Who is Avia?
Avia is a drug-running, drug-addled pilot for The Company, which is owned by her adopted father. Their primary business is running drugs and guns across the United States for profit, but they’re not above the occasional scam to earn some fast cash. They want to be left alone by the police, and they get aggravated quickly when the government tries to throw red-tape in their faces.
If you're still unsure as to whether Avia is a liberal or a conservative, you can read more now. Thunderstorms and .45s on Amazon