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Treacherous Deceit
By Zola Blue
Genre: Adventure, Thriller, Mystery

About the Book
In the Yukon, nothing is more important than family. Loyalty to her family is what Mona must face when her Grandfather, who rescued her from death as a child and raised her as his own tells her she must return to the Yukon from New York to go into the mountains and search for the ancient village of gold that is her legacy.
Convinced that the ancient village exists, her grandfather sent his team on ATV’s to find it while commissioning his adopted son Jonas to lead the others, including his cherished granddaughter.
Jonas is happy to lead the expedition while planning on somehow getting Mona alone. His plan goes astray when they are forced to team with four other unexpected seekers, including Bryan, a geologist who immediately falls for Mona and becomes an interference for Jonas. The team overcomes severe obstacles, setbacks, and loss of lives while traveling through water filled caves and treacherous mountain passages.

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Excerpt

Tricks Upon the Mind

After the meal they rested, and at least for now everyone appeared calm. Mona was glad for that. While they sat around a small fire burning in the hibachi, an enchantment she could not explain had seized her. “This area has always been known for its abundance of caves and caverns. That is why my people settled here in the first place my Gee-pa told me; the grottos were great protection and shelter for the women and children,” she said, tranquility and peace with her surroundings satiated her.

“Yes, I read that too,” Bryan replied. “I am assuming these caverns were once safe havens in the rock cliffs. They said the village buried itself beneath the ground when it disappeared.”

“Yes, we were cliff dwellers,” she said smiling.

Bryan smiled back at her, reached over, and took her hand in his; she moved closer to him.

“What are cliff dwellers?” asked Sean.

“Well, my Gee-pa told me, in the village of Goldum all the houses were built within the cliffs; the only way out was through passages built within the mountains,” she answered.

“Oh I bet that was fun to live in,” giggled Tracy, she felt lightheaded and blithe; she leaned her head against Willie’s shoulder.

“Oh this is very exciting I am sure,” Willie said, his words reeking with sarcasm, “but I didn’t come all this way for a history lesson. Did he tell you how much gold was there?”

“That what I want to know too Willie,” Sean laughed.

“Oh Willie, you are so funny,” Tracy giggled playfully throwing her arms around his neck. “It does not hurt to know about the mountains, after all, we are beneath them.”

“Anything for you baby,” Willie replied and kissed Tracy on the nose. “Anyone want a drink?” Willie asked holding up a bottle of brown Bacardi rum.

“I do,” answered Sean.

The blue haze surrounding the stalactites hanging from the ceiling gave him migraines. The intimacy of the room had a different reality and made Jonas feel confined; his only point of sanity was the sound of rushing water running through the river behind him. The mugginess of the cavern, accompanied by the feeling of being trapped and the presence of more people than he was accustomed to, created an uneasiness within him. Jonas’ recluse lifestyle never afforded him much socialization with others, and except for the occasional chat with his prey, and the dinners at Hattie’s, he never spent time listening to others. Jonas made it a point to isolate himself; he found people, and their pathetic ways uninteresting and superfluous.

The redhead’s playful giggling taunts and the girly man’s unintelligible slang made no sense to Jonas; they seemed to speak in a language he did not understand. For her obnoxious silliness all Jonas could think of was stuffing her mouth with one of the ball gags he kept in his workroom. Jonas rarely gave his prey the ability to communicate. He glared scornfully at Mona then Bryan; watching the two of them chat like old friends made him angry.

Jonas rubbed his temples with the tips of his fingers trying to ease the thudding within his head; breathing in deeply, the rich smell of metal excited his senses, relaxing him. Jonas gave in to the pull of the cavern’s life force. The intoxicating smell electrified him and Jonas breathed in a second time, immediately experiencing a euphoric intoxication within his mind, giving him a high beyond any he had ever experienced from drugs or his sexual games. Its metallic aroma eased his headache and he said, “Pass that bottle over here Willie.” Willie threw the bottle to him and Jonas poured a generous amount into his cold coffee and took a big gulp. The flavor made his head swell and gave him a momentary rush. “Damn that’s rough,” he commented.

Willie and Sean laughed.

“Yeah, Gi-I-Joe, that stuff ain’t for no titty slurpers,” Sean cried out; chuckling hysterically. He pushed his fist toward Willie and his buddy fist bumped him back.

Willie saw the bewildered look on Jonas’ face and realized the man did not understand Sean. He laughed and said, “Sean means it’s not for babies.”

“What, you don’t know what that means? You are lame Jonas,” Sean whooped.

Jonas ignored the young man and allowed the rum and the cavern’s natural attributes to mellow him. As if he were dreaming, Jonas watched the flames blazing into the heavens leaking out through the open roof. Jonas admired the long spirals of red and blue flame dancing upward releasing smoldering smoky wisps into the darkness. The sky was full of twinkling stars and the bright spots created a silvery shimmer against its thick blackness.

Darkness filled the cave and shadowed the rest of the group, hiding them from his sight. The flames still roaring, Jonas gazed as if hypnotized into the burning fire; he watched as Mona walked into the midst of the flames and stopped. The hostile flames licked at her beautiful golden brown body. She stood still, her hands clasped before her submissively. She was illuminated before him like a seductive temptress. Immune from the heat of the fire, her lovely body did not burn or scorch. Most of her skin was exposed and she wore a golden bustier with dangling tassels. Her nipples stuck out through the glittery material and each held golden rings. Mona moved towards him, her advances beguiling, each purposeful sway in her hips enticed him to leer greedily at her, inspecting every curve of her shapely body. Tassels across the top of her golden G-string panties swung back and forth allowing him to see the curves of her shapely thighs and he felt himself growing excited.

Her long black hair spun around her pirouetting body, alluring him further and intensifying his longing to touch her. Jonas grew weak as she moved, his body beyond desiring her now. Calling out to him, she urged him forward with her finger, indicating she was offering herself to him. His lust for her overwhelming him, Jonas jumped from the foldout chair. The chair toppled over, spilling his drink on the ground. Mona reached out for him, her small hands grabbing his. She pulled him forward and pressed her body against him. Jonas reached for her breasts and fondled them roughly, pulling at the rings in her nipples. Suddenly her movements grew wild and exhilarating. She pirouetted around him like a feral cat, throwing her legs and arms around his body. She bounded onto his waist, holding his body between her legs while clawing passionately at his chest. Jonas grabbed her silky hair and forced her to kiss him as he breathed in her metallic scent. Mona forcefully shoved him away from her, stepped back and took off her top exposing her small, firm breasts. Jonas reached for them and the rings turned into eyes where her nipples should have been. They winked at him. Come take us, Jonas, the eyes beckoned to him.

Willie had noticed Jonas behaving weirdly but when he got up and walked toward the fire with his eyes wide open and arms out as if he were embracing someone, he asked, “What’s going on Jonas?”

Jonas did not answer.

“Jonas, you alright?” Willie asked again.

Sean began to snicker and laughed, “Willie he’s had too much rum.”

Tracy giggled with him.

Jonas stepped forward. Mona waited for him; she wanted him, all this time she had wanted him too. She smiled at him, opening her arms to receive his embrace and the small eyes on her breasts looked at him.

“Stop what are you doing man.” Willie held on to Jonas, snatching him back just as he stepped into the open flames and knocked over the small grill.

Willie’s voice resonated within his head, Mona disappeared, floating away, her beautiful brown body fading into the darkness. Momentarily, Jonas stared into the face of the little girl he had murdered long ago. Screaming, he leaped backward and the confused faces of the group materialized around him. Realizing the illusion he felt disturbed and bewildered.

“What’s wrong Jonas?” asked Wayne.

Jonas could only assume he must have fallen asleep. “I must have fallen asleep and had a nightmare, I better not have any more to drink,” he chuckled, shrugging off their concern as he picked his chair up and sat back down.

“Yeah I had a dream last night too,” Sean said. “I was like in Las Vegas; they treated me like a king, all the VIP services, free champagne and everything. Taylor Swift gave me a free lap dance, and all the hot babes were around me wanting a piece of me.”

“What? I want that dream,” chuckled Willie.

“I don’t think so Willie.” Tracy slapped him on the shoulder, teasingly.

“I was only joking babe, you know you got me all to yourself,” he chuckled, embracing Tracy in his arms.

“Hey, I am not saying we are going to find it, but let me just waste some time here. What would everyone buy with their gold?” Willie asked the others. He could see Mona glaring at him and wondered what her problem was. They had helped the bitch get down there and now she was going to create problems for herself because of her selfishness.

“The gold goes to the village,” remarked Mona indifferently, “so there is no reason to speak of useless dreams.”

“I know that. You have already said the gold belongs to ‘your people’,” Willie smirked and continued, “but just humor me for a moment; it gives us something to talk about.”

“I am going to get me a Maserati, with custom leather seats and the crown on the head rest,” Sean said laughing, “blue with all the extras.”

“A blue car; blue is for babies Sean,” giggled Tracy.

“Shut up Pipi, I bet you will get a dog or something stupid like that,” laughed Sean.

“No I would not get a dog,” Tracy replied, “I would get a show stallion. A black mare with white eyes, and a long white mane and tail.”

Sean laughed at Tracy, only she would want a horse, but he liked horses. “You’re alright Tracy,” Sean told her.

The Gold Claims Even the Stoutest as Victims

The cavern had calming properties for Bryan. It stimulated his senses and increased his awareness. Mona was writing in a small notebook she carried, probably taking notes for her next best seller, Bryan presumed. The notion that she liked him, and they could possibly have a relationship elicited emotions unfamiliar to him. He wanted to protect her, keep her happy and comfortable on the journey. Bryan imagined one day the two of them could explore their love for each other while receiving notoriety for the discovery of the village. The wealth of the gold was nothing in comparison to the pure paragon of finding the lost village. Only he appreciated the quest the party undertook; finding the lost village would uncover a civilization long lost, providing an abundance of hidden knowledge, and he would be the one to find it.

Bryan drifted off into his thoughts, conjuring up the life he envisioned finding the village would impart to him. The image growing in his mind, Bryan’s heart beat quickly as he absorbed himself in the hallucination. He stood outside the door of the long black limousine, waiting for Mona to step out while the driver opened the door for her. Dressed in formal attire, he held his hand out to her to assist her. Her soft, delicate hand was smooth in his hands, and her long pink nails were perfectly manicured for the special event. As always, and especially since their marriage, she was beautiful. Her black hair was combed into a stylish updo with bangs falling delicately into her lovely face and highlighting her beautiful brown eyes. She smiled at him, her lips turned slightly upward. Even from a distance she could make him desire her. Bryan helped her out of the car and when she drew nearer he breathed in her tart, metallic perfume.

Bryan pulled her body close to his and the embrace made his heart beat faster. Her lovely blue gown hugged her curved body wondrously and his hands travelled along the silky smooth material.

The geological community, friends, and family hailed him, shaking his hand and congratulating him as he and Mona strolled through the packed ballroom towards the table of honor. His mother and her new husband approached him. Bryan’s mom smiled at him and he saw her pride radiating across her beautiful face. The bright lights in the banquet room shimmered down upon his mother, removing the wrinkles from her aging body and making her just as beautiful as she was when he was a child. Her dark brown hair, free of gray now, glimmered softly. Bryan kissed his mother’s cheek softly; her perfume smelled of lavender with a hint of metal, reminding him of the days of his youth, when she grew lavender plants in pots around the house. Harold, her husband, shook his hand proudly, and as if Bryan were his own son, pulled him forward into a big bear hug.

An elegant table covered in a golden tablecloth was set for six and contained plates of gold. The silverware was wrapped in white silk napkins and tall crystal stem glasses sparkled under the bright lights. A centerpiece of white lilies and yellow daffodils caught his attention; his favorite flowers. A black Cherrywood table marker, Bryan Lawless Party etched across a gold plaque attached to it, welcomed him. Mona, his mother and her husband, Tracy, and some new guy she had just met cheered as he sat down.

The six-course meal included lobster briquettes, prime rib, and a creamy ice cream soufflé. The evening grew better as the night went on. Mona held his hand and fed him her unwanted desert spiritedly.

“Bryan, can you please come up here,” the director of the International Geological Society called to him.

Mona kissed him and her lips tasted like metal. “I love you, Bryan,” she whispered letting his hand go.

Bryan walked onto the stage and stood behind the podium looking at the clapping audience under the bright lights of the golden chandeliers.

“Well I think spending money on anything but chicks and four-bangers is just stupid,” Sean cried out.

The shouts awakened Bryan from his dream. Had he fallen asleep? He flinched. The skin on the back of his neck crawled as an eerie feeling developed within him. “Was I asleep?” he asked himself and the odor of metal filled his nostrils. “None of them understand, only you,” the voice told him.

Mona was looking at him. “There you are, I thought I lost you for a moment,” she grinned at him, “you were lost in your thoughts.”

“I am sorry,” he told her, embarrassment flooding over him.

“Were they about me?” Mona asked touching his hand gently.

Tour Dates

mar 20- The Book Town

mar 20- CGB Blog Tours

mar 21- Sylv.Net

mar 22- Bound 2 Escape

mar 22- Yah Gotta Read This

mar 23- Books Dreams Life

mar 23- MommaBear’s Book Blog

mar 24- The Avid Reader

mar 24- Lisa- Queen of Random

mar 27- Adventures Thru Wonderland – REVIEW

mar 27- The Authors Blog

mar 28- Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews

mar 28- The Bookworm Chronicles

mar 29- Julayn Adams Books and Reviews

mar 29- Teatime and Books

mar 30- Turning Another Page

mar 30- Tales of a WannaBe Superhero Mom

mar 31- A Mama’s Corner of the World

mar 31- Jazzy Book Reviews

apr 3- The Reading Spot

apr 3- Just A Little R&R

apr 4- Sapphyria’s Book Reviews

apr 4- Ramblings of a Coffee Addicted Writer

Apr 5- Mello & June

apr 5- Independant Books – REVIEW

apr 6- Breaking Genre

apr 6- Stormy Nights Reviewing and Bloggin

apr 7- The Cheshire Cat’s Looking Glass

apr 7- Angels With Attitudes Book Reviews

apr 10- Shh, I Am Reading

apr 10- Traci Hayden

apr 11- SnoopyDoo’s Book Reviews

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apr 12- Sourpuss Reviews

Apr 13- CelticLady’s Reviews

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