By Dick Francis
Gene Hawkins takes at the task of finding a lacking precious breeding stallion. yet he will get extra motion than he bargained for from a gaggle of horse thieves who are looking to positioned Hawkins out to pasture--permanently.
Read or Download Blood Sport PDF
Similar suspense books
D. C. Detective Alex move has visible loads of crime scenes. yet even he's appalled by way of the grotesque murders of 2 joggers in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park - killings that glance extra just like the paintings of savage beasts than people. neighborhood police are horrified or even the FBI is baffled. Then, as pass is named in to tackle the case, the carnage takes to the air, leaving a path of our bodies throughout the US and sweeping him to Savannah, Las Vegas, New Orleans, l. a. .
To discover the secrets and techniques of a superdrug, a physician needs to cross undercover and hazard all of it . . . while a Hell's Angel is thrown from his motorbike at a hundred and ten miles according to hour, he should still most likely prove within the morgue. yet this Angel survives his crash with out a scratch, and finally ends up sound asleep peacefully within the sanatorium.
Occasionally the journey chooses you.
Lover of good poetry and awful choose-your-own-adventure novels, Professor Sebastian speedy was the bad-boy darling of the literati. the single traces he does nowadays are Browning, Frost and Cummings. Even his courting with the new, good-looking Wolfe Neck Police leader Max Prescott is healthy.
whilst one among his such a lot proficient scholars involves him bruised and begging for aid, rapid arms over the keys to his Orson Island cabin—only to determine that the boy's father is lifeless and the police are suspicious. right away, the reliable existence fast has outfitted for himself hangs on discovering the boy and convincing him to offer himself up earlier than Max figures out Swift's involvement within the case.
Max enjoys splitting an infinitive or together with his favourite nutty professor, yet he's no longer a lot for sonnets or Shakespeare. He likes being lied to even much less. but his instincts—and his heart—tell him his lover is being performed. Max can forgive lies and deception, yet a perilous enemy won't cease till speedy is heading up his personal useless poet's society.
caution: The healthcare professional normal has decided that Josh Lanyon's clever, horny, subtle tales may well turn out damaging on your center.
Lauren Sutherland attempts to set an outstanding instance for her dual sister, from her functional task to her in charge, if dull, fiancé. So whilst impulsive Meg elopes along with her boss, a U. S. senator two times her age, Lauren hops on a airplane to speak her into an annulment. .. yet comes face-to-face with the senator's good-looking son, Drew, in its place.
Extra resources for Blood Sport
Alice asked. ’ Darcey hissed, beginning to sway. ’ ‘“Among the Flowers”,’ the singer announced, his eyes closed. While gentle chords were softly strummed by Jonny, Arlo caressed the strings of his guitar. The sweetest melody wove its way through the crowd as “Among the Flowers” floated like petals through the hall. The harmonies seduced even Miss Golding who tipped her head and appraised the band with a timid smile. ”; instead it was deeper and pitch-perfect, wrought with emotion and, one felt, his true voice.
Mrs McNeil's front doorknob was secured with a thatch of Sellotape, the ends of which furled up yellow, all stickiness gone. ‘She won't let us fix it,’ the social services lady told the girls, as she rapped the flap of the letter-box instead. ‘Bet she smells of wee,’ Darcey whispered to Petra. ‘Shut up,’ Petra said. Mrs McNeil did not smell of wee but of lavender cologne, and her apartment did not smell of sour milk or mothballs. It did smell of smoke but not cigarettes, something sweeter, something more refined.
Earthy, itchy ground, and wet. ’ Petra lifted her head a little and glanced up: two police officers were looming over her. The sudden beam from a torch scorched her eye so she dropped her gaze and put her face back to the ground. She was wearing her nightshirt and her wellington boots, which were on the wrong feet, and she felt mortified. She also felt alarmingly cold. She spat. There was a tickle of grass and a crunch of soil in her mouth. The torch beam wavered. Shit. The police. She scrambled up, whacked by nausea as she did so.