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Deathload

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What everyone is saying is true: you’ll only want to close this book when it's over OR you need to catch your breath!

Synopsis

"Hold on to your hat because Deathload is taking you on the most breathtaking ride of your life." "Deathload is a whirlwind of intensity!"

If you liked James Patterson's "Chase," you'll love Deathload. This thriller will take Lee Child's "Killing Floor" up to the penthouse!

Great "Crime Action Fiction," Gut wrenching "Action Thriller Fiction," and I can't put this book down "Mystery Action Fiction." Hey, ladies and germs, It's all here between these quick-turning pages.

Phoenix detective Manny Breen, also a karate expert, has his skill and karate expertise challenged as he battles the two explosive brutes as they zip across the country destroying Air Force Bases.

Joining Manny is Phoenix Police chopper pilot Sharon Kramer, a feisty female heroine, who's a match for Manny's bravura.

Villains? How about Vince Fazio, billionaire truck tycoon and ex-CIA operative who is the mastermind behind the two destructive behemoths. Seeking revenge for his Marine son's death from friendly fire in Desert Storm, Vince is a powerhouse of cruelty and brutality who can make grown men pee in their pants.
Deathload is fierce, forceful, unforgettable, and totally engrossing.

The premise of the two unstoppable and seemingly indestructible 18-wheelers is a crazy concept, but it works, and I ended up loving every minute of it. Once they get rolling, it is pure entertainment of the action film variety. I’ve read books before that I would describe as having “non-stop action,” but Deathload seriously holds the title. I read this book in one sitting because I literally didn’t want to put it down.


Vincent Fazio, the villain behind the trucks, is a multimillionaire with CIA connection and may seem a sympathetic figure at first. His son, a likable young man we meet at the start of the story, is tragically killed by friendly fire while deployed in Iraq. However, you soon realize the father’s revenge is based on what he feels is an insult to himself rather than any grief over the loss of his son. There are really no mitigating circumstances in what he is doing.


Two strong characters, Phoenix Police Detective Manny Breen and Helicopter Pilot Sharon Kramer, lead the story in trying to stop Fazio. He becomes involved when he witnesses the mammoth trucks in a hit-and-run traffic fatality that has very personal ramifications. She joins the hunt when she is dispatched to where he has wrecked out while following the massive machines. Together and separately, they are unrelenting in their pursuit of the deadly trucks.


The driver-less trucks tear up the southwestern United States as they attack Air Force bases located across the rugged, hot, and remote terrain. The destruction starts outside Phoenix, Arizona, and follows a path through New Mexico and Texas as they bear down on their ultimate destination: the White House. The villain’s revenge is single-mindedly about death and destruction. As the story progresses, thousands upon thousands of military personnel, law enforcement officers, and civilians are killed. The story includes graphic depictions of some of the deaths.


I recommend DEATHLOAD to readers that enjoy action-adventure stories that never let up. I was thoroughly swept up by the book and carried along by the continuous and intense action. I could easily see this story kicking off a series featuring the two leads, Manny and Sharon. This was entertainment.


I voluntarily reviewed this after receiving an Advanced Review Copy from Reedsy Discovery.

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I love to read and hook up others with books that they might enjoy. I like genre fiction with a weakness for cozies, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, and westerns. My professional background is in law enforcement, fire, water, and environmental education. I have basset hounds and ham radio is a hobby.

Synopsis

"Hold on to your hat because Deathload is taking you on the most breathtaking ride of your life." "Deathload is a whirlwind of intensity!"

If you liked James Patterson's "Chase," you'll love Deathload. This thriller will take Lee Child's "Killing Floor" up to the penthouse!

Great "Crime Action Fiction," Gut wrenching "Action Thriller Fiction," and I can't put this book down "Mystery Action Fiction." Hey, ladies and germs, It's all here between these quick-turning pages.

Phoenix detective Manny Breen, also a karate expert, has his skill and karate expertise challenged as he battles the two explosive brutes as they zip across the country destroying Air Force Bases.

Joining Manny is Phoenix Police chopper pilot Sharon Kramer, a feisty female heroine, who's a match for Manny's bravura.

Villains? How about Vince Fazio, billionaire truck tycoon and ex-CIA operative who is the mastermind behind the two destructive behemoths. Seeking revenge for his Marine son's death from friendly fire in Desert Storm, Vince is a powerhouse of cruelty and brutality who can make grown men pee in their pants.
Deathload is fierce, forceful, unforgettable, and totally engrossing.

The Desert Ten Miles North of Quartzsite, Arizona 7:30 a.m. Mountain Time Plunked awkwardly in the valley between two plateaus, the flat, rectangular building stood out in garish contrast to the desert’s natural beauty. Casual observers might have dismissed the structure as being nothing more than an old abandoned warehouse without stopping to wonder what it was doing in the middle of nowhere. The hidden cameras in the eaves of the building and the sensitive electronic sensors scanning the surrounding area might have been apparent to more discerning viewers, however. Those who knew what to look for. Like the two “hikers” who left Quartzsite, a small town near I-95 and I-10 six months earlier, supposedly looking for buried treasure. They hadn’t returned and no trace of them had been found. Nearly a city block long, the building appeared to be constructed of reinforced concrete. The southerly winds whipping off the plateau had formed sand drifts against the north wall where half a dozen tumbleweeds had been halted in their journey across the desert floor by the intruding structure. As the early morning sun began to bake the building’s outer shell, a rattlesnake slithered down the single set of tire tracks that led away from the building in an easterly direction. ………. On a crest of rocks overlooking the valley, a man stood studying the building through a pair of binoculars. His Honda Accord LX was parked on the road fifty feet below. Beside it his hand-picked squad waited in two vehicles: a black van for the dozen who would be the vanguard of the convoys and a large moving van with the words “A Moving Experience” painted on the sides containing the back-up contingent. It was about to begin. The man could feel his heart beating more rapidly, anticipating the actual moment. He smiled at the familiar surge of adrenalin. No matter how many assignments he’d gone on in the old days at the CIA, he’d always felt this tingle of anticipation. As the nature of the assignments inured him to the danger, the feeling had grown less intense, but it was always there. It had taken twenty-four months of mammoth effort. The energy required to accomplish each step of the project had been astounding. Only a man of his wealth and power could have done it. He’d spent half his fortune, but every cent had been worth it. The biggest problem hadn’t been the gathering of data or the locating and clandestine procurement of all the necessary weapon systems. It had been the secrecy. Even those he trusted most had been carefully watched, and a number of “problem” personnel had been eliminated. Now the period of waiting was over. All his anguish and bitterness would soon be vindicated. “How much longer, Vince?” The man standing beside him, although tall, was a head shorter. He too was staring at the building through binoculars. The taller man looked at his watch as the second hand approached the six. “Thirty seconds,” he said. Vincent Fazio, Sr. looked back at the valley and slowly raised the binoculars. ……….

The Desert Ten Miles North of Quartzsite, Arizona

7:30 a.m. Mountain Time


Plunked awkwardly in the valley between two plateaus, the flat, rectangular building stood out in garish contrast to the desert’s natural beauty. Casual observers might have dismissed the structure as being nothing more than an old abandoned warehouse without stopping to wonder what it was doing in the middle of nowhere. The hidden cameras in the eaves of the building and the sensitive electronic sensors scanning the surrounding area might have been apparent to more discerning viewers, however. Those who knew what to look for.

Like the two “hikers” who left Quartzsite, a small town near I-95 and I-10 six months earlier, supposedly looking for buried treasure. They hadn’t returned and no trace of them had been found.

Nearly a city block long, the building appeared to be constructed of reinforced concrete. The southerly winds whipping off the plateau had formed sand drifts against the north wall where half a dozen tumbleweeds had been halted in their journey across the desert floor by the intruding structure. As the early morning sun began to bake the building’s outer shell, a rattlesnake slithered down the single set of tire tracks that led away from the building in an easterly direction.

……….

On a crest of rocks overlooking the valley, a man stood studying the building through a pair of binoculars. His Honda Accord LX was parked on the road fifty feet below. Beside it his hand-picked squad waited in two vehicles: a black van for the dozen who would be the vanguard of the convoys and a large moving van with the words “A Moving Experience” painted on the sides containing the back-up contingent.

It was about to begin. The man could feel his heart beating more rapidly, anticipating the actual moment. He smiled at the familiar surge of adrenalin. No matter how many assignments he’d gone on in the old days at the CIA, he’d always felt this tingle of anticipation. As the nature of the assignments inured him to the danger, the feeling had grown less intense, but it was always there.

It had taken twenty-four months of mammoth effort. The energy required to accomplish each step of the project had been astounding. Only a man of his wealth and power could have done it. He’d spent half his fortune, but every cent had been worth it. The biggest problem hadn’t been the gathering of data or the locating and clandestine procurement of all the necessary weapon systems. It had been the secrecy. Even those he trusted most had been carefully watched, and a number of “problem” personnel had been eliminated.

Now the period of waiting was over. All his anguish and bitterness would soon be vindicated.

“How much longer, Vince?” The man standing beside him, although tall, was a head shorter. He too was staring at the building through binoculars. 

The taller man looked at his watch as the second hand approached the six. “Thirty seconds,” he said. Vincent Fazio, Sr. looked back at the valley and slowly raised the binoculars.

……….


About the author

Cy Young began his professional career as a dancer at the Empire Room of the Palmer House in Chicago. Cy moved to New York where he performed on Broadway, in Upstairs At The Downstairs revues, recorded for Painted Smiles records, co-starred at London's Globe Theater in "Divorce Me Darling," view profile

Published on April 20, 2020

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Contains explicit content ⚠️

Genre: Women's Fiction

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