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基本信息·出版社：Minotaur Books
·页码：288 页
·出版日期：2007年09月
·ISBN：0312358954
·International Standard Book Number：0312358954
·条形码：9780312358952
·EAN：9780312358952
·装帧：精装
·正文语种：英语
·丛书名：Charlie Fox Mysteries
内容简介 “Take it from me, getting yourself shot hurts like hell.” When the latest assignment for ex--Special Forces soldier turned bodyguard Charlie Fox, ends in a bloody shootout in a frozen forest of New Hampshire, she’s left fighting for her life, with her client dead.
Simone Kerse had just become a lottery millionaire but never lived long enough to enjoy her riches. Charlie was supposed to keep Simone’s troublesome ex-boyfriend at bay and accompany her on a trip to track down the father Simone had never really known---a relatively low-risk job.
But Simone’s father has secrets in his past that are about to come back and haunt him, and the arrival of his long-lost daughter may be the catalyst that blows his whole world apart. But the closer Charlie gets to the truth, the bigger threat she becomes. Only this time she’s in no fit state to protect anyone, least of all herself….
作者简介 Zoë Sharp is the author of the Barry Award finalist
First Drop. She spent most of her childhood living aboard a catamaran on the northwest coast of England. She opted out of mainstream education at the age of twelve and wrote her first novel when she was fifteen. She went through a variety of jobs in her teenage years, before becoming a freelance photojournalist in 1988. Zoë lives with her husband in Cumbria, England, where she is hard at work on her next novel. Visit her Web site at www.zoesharp.com.
媒体推荐 Outstanding Praise for Zoë Sharp and the Charlie Fox Thrillers
“Today’s best action heroine is back with a bang.”
- Lee Child, author of
Bad Luck and Trouble "James Bond, watch your back.
Second Shot crackles with suspense, showcasing crisp prose, plenty of plot twists, and a heroine who adds new meaning to the term
femme fatale."-
Booklist (starred review) on
Second Shot “Charlie Fox is fast becoming the must-read heroine of mystery.”
- Ken Bruen, author of
Priest, on
Second Shot “Sharp's aim is dead on. This crisp, original thriller should win Sharp plenty of American fans.”
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Publishers Weekly (starred review) on
First Drop “Zoë Sharp is going to be a superstar.”
- Jon Jordan,
Crimespree Magazine “Absolutely riveting . . . the fist-clenching tension never lets up.”
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Chicago Tribune on
First Drop “A stellar breakout. Were James Bond a woman, he would be Charlie Fox . . . one of the strongest female characters working the dark alleys of mystery fiction nowadays.”
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January Magazine, Best Crime Fiction 2005, on
First Drop 专业书评 From Publishers WeeklySharp's second Charlie Fox thriller to be published in the U.S. (after 2005's acclaimed
First Drop) opens with a harrowing scene of the hard-hitting British bodyguard slowly bleeding to death in the frigid New Hampshire woods. Flashback to London: under the watchful eye of her boss and sometimes lover, Sean Meyer, Charlie reluctantly takes a job protecting recent lottery winner Simone Kerse and her young daughter, Ella, from Simone's ex-boyfriend. Determined to find her long-estranged father, Simone travels to Boston with Charlie and Ella in tow. Charlie has her suspicions when a mysterious man approaches Simone, claiming to be her father, and these suspicions soon become frighteningly real when secrets about the Kerses' past come to light, culminating in a gun battle that leaves Charlie struggling to piece together why a client shot her own bodyguard. Sharp expertly builds the suspense in a nonstop thrill ride that should win her many new American fans.
Author tour. (Sept.) Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
From Booklist*Starred Review* James Bond, watch your back. There's a tough new breed of British muscle on the block, and her name is Fox, Charlie Fox. A former British Army soldier (and survivor of a brutal gang rape), Charlie now earns her living guarding others, a duty that has a nasty habit of putting her in harm's way. Her latest assignment is no exception. She's protecting beautiful British engineer (and recent lottery winner) Simone and her four-year-old daughter from an obsessed ex-boyfriend. She's also helping Simone search for her long-lost father. The trio travels to New England to follow leads on Simone's dad. (Charlie also figures they'll be safer there, a good distance from the ex-boyfriend.) Trouble ensues soon after arrival, when charismatic Greg Lucas claims he's Simone's father. (Is Lucas really her flesh and blood, or does he just want her money to bail himself out of a precarious financial situation?) Two bullets add wounds to Charlie's scar repertoire, but even in a weakened condition, the gutsy twentysomething is undeterred. British novelist Sharp's second thriller to appear in the U.S. (after First Drop, in 2005) crackles with suspense, showcasing crisp prose, plenty of plot twists, and a heroine who adds new meaning to the term femme fatale. Block, Allison
文摘 Chapter 1 Take it from me, getting yourself shot hurts like hell.
Not like absorbing a punch, or breaking a bone, but that full-blown, relentless, ripped-inside kind of pain. The kind where I prayed for oblivion and yet feared the darkness more than anything I’d ever known.
I’d taken one 9mm round through the fleshy part of my left thigh and another through the back of my right shoulder. The first shot was nasty, but it was a through-and-through, passing clean in and out of the muscle apparently without hitting anything vital. Yes, I was bleeding and it burned like a bastard. But under normal circumstances—like reasonably prompt medical assistance—it was not liable to be a life threatener.
The second shot was the one that worried me. The bullet had plowed into my scapula, twelve grams of lead and copper traveling at roughly 280 meters a second. It had hit plenty hard enough to put me on the ground and deflected off to God knows where inside my body.
The whole of my torso was screaming. When I coughed I tasted blood in my mouth and knew that, whatever other damage it had done, the round had penetrated my lung. I had a vivid mental picture of it still slowly progressing, maybe in a slow-motion tumble, contaminating whatever soft tissue it passed through, like a cancer.
The good news was that I was still conscious, my heart still pumping, my brain still functioning, more or less. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t still going to kill me, given time.
And, one way or another, time was not on my side.
Right now I was lying on my belly in the bottom of a snow-crusted shallow ditch, bleeding into the dirty trickle of icy water that had collected there, and trying to decide if I really was prepared to die here or not.
“I know you’re out there!” shouted a di
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