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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Hold On!


Two lovers! A deadly conspiracy! A race to freedom! 

When Carringby Industries, a government-contracted arms manufacturer, is raided by what appear to be terrorists, the CEO’s secretary, Belinda Reese, is rescued by Brandon Drake, a dashing young AWOL soldier. Using an experimental test aircraft, he flees with her to his remote, isolated cabin in the mountains of Aspen. 

While assisting in the design of military weaponry, Brandon discovered a plot within his own government to attack its own facilities, under the guidance of immoral politician, Senator Garrison Treadwell. Belinda’s body was not found among the dead at Carringby Industries, and Treadwell suspects that Drake was responsible for rescuing her. In an effort to entrap him, Treadwell arranges for an all points bulletin to be placed on Belinda. 

Deeply in love, Brandon and Belinda attempt to escape from America, only to endure one harrowing experience after another as they try to evade and expose Treadwell’s corrupt faction. 

But on the run, with danger around every corner, Brandon makes a discovery so devastating that it shatters the very foundations of his reality.

Hold On (Romantic Suspense Thriller)
By Peter Darley
Soul Mate Publishing
ISBN #978-1619355026
Price $2.99
290 Pages
Rating 5-Stars

Belinda Reese, a secretary for Carringby Industry, a company with military contracts, is waiting for quitting time when masked men come into the building with military efficiency; start shooting everybody, then set bombs to destroy the building. She has hidden in the bathroom, and now tries to escape through the engulfing fire. A figure appears suddenly through all the smoke, and takes her to safety, but from then on life becomes a dangerous peril. Her rescuer, Brandon Drake, an AWOL soldier, hides them from rogue government agents, while attempting to foil their attacks against America.

This was an exciting read, with plenty of action, some chapters ending in cliffhangers, and amazing escapes. It even took me by surprise when Brandon is called The Scorpion, and a chapter heading is titled “Sting of The Scorpion”, oddly the name of a new pulp character, and coincidentally title of the first novel, by Warren Stockholm (the pseudonym of a woman author). My one major complaint with the story is that it ends on a cliffhanger. Stories should have a beginning, middle, and end, and I felt cheated. I don’t care if there is a sequel; I want a story to conclude, then bring on your sequel. However, I understand this was written as a television cliffhanger series, so it makes sense. The writing is good, and the story is topnotch, so anyone looking for a novel that will keep you turning the pages, this one will satisfy you. Highly recommended, if you can accept the cliffhanger ending.

Tom Johnson
Detective Mystery Stories


         [Belinda] dropped to the floor and pushed the door open only to be met with a wall of flame, causing her to instinctively recoil. She gave herself a moment to compose herself before seizing a break in the fire. 
Darting to the left, she found herself in the maintenance stairwell.
Below her was an inferno. It wasn’t possible for her to go back down. 
In a desperate effort to escape the fire, she ran up the steps, but the smoke continued to engulf her. 
By the time she’d reached the next flight of stairs, only a few steps from where she’d started, she fell to her knees in a coughing fit. Her eyes stung, watering from the smoke, but she persisted. 
Despite her initial determination, she became convinced she wasn’t going to make it. She couldn’t see anything ahead of her, and her consciousness was slipping away . . .
She thought she could see a dark shape coming down the stairwell toward her, through the smoke. As it came closer, she could make out a human decked-out in black. It has to be one of them, she thought. 
Through her squinted eyes, she could see he wore a shiny black helmet, similar to the type worn on a motorcycle, although far less bulky. It seemed to cover his head with a slender, streamlined fit, and there was a reflective visor covering his face. 
In her weakened condition, she resigned herself to the belief that she was going to die. The fight was leaving her, and smoke inhalation stole her consciousness. She couldn’t be certain whether or not she was dreaming the man in the black helmet. 
And then, she felt strong, gentle hands cradling her face for just a moment. “P-please don’t kill me,” she mumbled.
“I’m not going to kill—” 
Belinda passed out.
She woke without a sense for how long she’d been out. Had she been unconscious for seconds? Or days? Why was everything upside down?
She felt a tight grip on her legs below the knees, and she was moving quickly with a jerking motion. The smoke seemed to clearing, and the blood rushed into her head, bringing her back to consciousness. She saw the white surface of the steps from her inverted position, and she suddenly understood. He was running up the stairwell while carrying her over his shoulder.
Moments later, the ground turned black and she sensed herself being turned upright in the freezing cold. In her dazed state, it took her a few moments to realize that she was outside. 
The stranger knelt down beside her and she shivered. “W-who . . . are you?” she asked.
“Your only way out of here.” 
“Where . . . where are we?”
“We’re on the roof. We can’t go back down. The place is a torch.”
Belinda couldn’t place his tone, but there was a masculine depth to it that was genuine and sincere.
“Please, trust me,” he implored her. “Can you stand up?”
“Y-yes, I think so,” she said, but her coughing resumed.
He waited for the attack to abate before speaking again. “I’m going to get you out of here. There’s only one way.” 
As he helped her to her feet, she realized how high up they were with the skyscrapers all around them.
“I need you to listen to me,” he said. “What’s your name?”
“B-Belinda. Belinda Reese,” she answered quivering, and hugged herself tightly against the chilling effects of shock and the brutal February wind.
“All right Belinda, I need you to come over here with me.” He motioned toward the edge of the roof. “There’s nothing to worry about, trust me.”
As a show of good faith, he walked toward the edge before her. Once he was standing on the ledge, he reached out and beckoned her to join him. 
Trembling, she placed one foot in front of the other, but she froze when she saw him taking a gun-like device from his tool-belt. 
“It’s OK,” he said in a reassuring tone. “This isn’t what you think it is. I swear to you on my own life, I’m not going to hurt you.”
With great trepidation, she resumed her steps toward him.
“That’s it,” he encouraged her. “Just a little closer.”
As Belinda stopped inches away from him at the ledge, he aimed the device toward a skyscraper opposite and brought a small targeting sight to eye-level. Although it bore a resemblance to a gun, it didn’t have a barrel, but rather a tennis ball-sized bulb held fast by his palm. 
He depressed a button on the top of the metallic casing and a thin, high-tensile steel cable jettisoned from the nozzle toward the building opposite. The cable reached the other side and a small steel claw at the end of line clasped a maintenance rail in the center of the roof. He pulled on the cable to ensure that it was secured, and stepped away from the edge.
He hurried across to a maintenance stairwell next to the entrance and climbed three steps. Once he was in position, he wrapped the wire around an iron step above him repeatedly. From the height of the roof’s ledge, the step would be approximately twelve inches above his own height. Reaching height. 
With a flick of a switch on top of the bulb, the cable was locked inside the casing.
Belinda watched him, bewildered. “What are you doing?” 
Intensely focused upon his task, he didn’t reply.
He returned to her and took another device from his belt–a black metal tube, approximately fourteen inches in length, from which he pulled out two hand-grips from either side. 
Belinda noticed a small pulley wheel on the underside of the tube, which he clipped onto the wire. He created a zip-line between the two buildings. 
Upon that realization, she panicked, believing that he intended for her to hang from the hand grips and glide across to the adjacent building. “I can’t do this. Please, I’m begging you. I can’t do it.” 
He stepped back up onto the ledge. “You don’t have to. I do. Now, take it steady and join me here.”
She raised her right leg so slowly that she thought she would never put it down, but eventually, the tip of her shoe settled onto the ledge. 
He gently placed his hand upon her shoulder. “All right, now grab hold of me.”
She permitted him to grasp her under her armpits and lift her onto the ledge. She trembled with vulnerability and vertigo. “Oh, God, please don’t let me fall.”
“You’re not going to fall.”
He carefully placed her arms around his chest. She immediately detected the solid base underneath his black, bullet-resistant attire. It was clear that, beyond the Kevlar; he was muscular, heightening her sense of safety with him. With shaking hands, she held onto him for dear life.
He gripped the pulley with his left hand and lifted the visor with his right. Belinda looked into his deep green eyes. He looked exactly the same to her as his voice sounded: strong, but kind. 
The moment ended and he pulled the visor back down into place. 
Holding the right hand grip, he looked at her again and gave her the most unnecessary piece of advice she had ever heard:  “Hold on!”

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  1. Hi Tom,

    I'm thrilled that they managed to get me on here. Thank you so much for hosting "Hold On!" I'm really glad that you enjoyed it - and spotted the 'pulp' influences. :)

    The cliffhanger endings in the first two novels are the result of the experimental nature of the series. I wrote them as a faux TV show in the vein of "Prison Break" and "24", which demanded the traditional, cliffhanger, 'season finale' hook. I have been informed that the sequel, "Go! - Hold On! Season 2" is due for release in March.

    I am currently writing "Run! - Hold On! Season 3", which will bring the series (or at least the current story arc) to a definitive conclusion. ;)

    Warm wishes


  2. Hi Peter, yes the action moved fast, and I loved the characters. I also loved the gadgets (g). Who wouldn't love the flying car (ha)? Be sure to keep us updated on the sequels. Pulp fans will enjoy the series, even with the cliffhanger series (lol).

    1. I certainly will do, Tom. :)
      All the very best, my friend,