Abduction, A Dirk Cobb Thriller (Book Four): The Dirk Cobb Thrillers, #4

By T.L. Peters

In this 22,000 word novella, Dirk is kidnapped by a gang of beautiful women who hope to lure the fabled Snowflake and her hapless man Jake Stone into coming to the rescue of their beleaguered son-in-law. But a deadly surprise awaits all the Stone family as the women eventually disclose the true reason behind the mysterious abduction.

"If you're looking for a quick read with plenty of fast-paced action and loads of fresh and vivid characters, this it it." Theodora

• Language: English
• Publisher: T.L. Peters
• Release date: Jun 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476461380

T.L. Peters

"There's no question that Peters is a master wordsmith." Gerry B's Book Reviews About the author: T.L. Peters is an ex-lawyer who enjoys playing the violin and giving his dog long walks in the woods. In between, he writes novels.

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Abduction, A Dirk Cobb Thriller (Book Four)

By T.L. Peters

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012, T.L. Peters

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First rate entertainment. Peters again delivers the goods with loads of action and plenty of good natured fun. Damsel

The Backwoods of Western Pennsylvania Some time in the First Half of the 21st Century

Chapter 1

Dirk runs into some lovely trouble in the form of two feminine predators, but can Fierce save him? And what about Snowflake? Will she lift a finger to rescue her new son-in-law, or will she rejoice in being rid of the clumsy fellow once and for all?

As part of the morning exercise routine that my mother-in-law, the fabled Snowflake, had prescribed for my continued good health, I had just jogged up to the top of the woodsy ridge overlooking our rural house when this tall curvy babe jumped out from behind a tree and clobbered me in the belly with a hard right fist. I tumbled so fast to the fragrant, dew-laden ground that I barely had the chance to look her over before she axe kicked me in the chest.

For a second I thought I was a goner for sure, but she must have decided to have pity on me. Instead of easily creaming me with a few more well placed kicks and punches, she pranced around my prostrate form like some high class stripper out to make a quick score on a lowlife John. She could have been a stripper too.

She had long shapely legs, a razor thin waist and big round boobs oozing out of her stylish pink one piece swim suit. The suit was adorned with a laser cut eyelet ruffle trim and a V-neckline plunging deep into her muscular cleavage. The suit didn't look like it had enough padding up top to support a big girl like her, though I had to admit that she seemed to be hanging in there rather well. But why was she wearing a swim suit way out here in the back woods of Western Pennsylvania?

The only place I knew of where she could go swimming on the Stone compound was down by the lake, and I tossed a hopeful glance toward the calm waters below to see if my father-in-law, Jake Stone, might be out yet for his morning canoe ride. But the lake was quiet and empty except for a few geese flying low to the water.

Maybe this fit young woman simply liked to look good and hot at all times and in all places, I mused as I admired the firm and shapely bulges along her backside and down her sinewy hips. But at the moment I had far more pressing thoughts weighing on my mind, like for instance, how I was going to get myself out of this little impromptu tussle alive and in one piece.

I reached for one of her well turned ankles hoping to throw her off her nicely chiseled feet, but she saw it coming and hopped nimbly out of my grasp. Then I decided to roll over a few times to get away from her hostile intentions long enough to regain my bearings and maybe regroup a little, but she was way too quick for me. She shadowed my every desperate move with a dancing sort of agility that I had rarely witnessed before, even from my beloved wife, Fierce, or from my fiery and nubile mother-in-law, the dreaded Snowflake.

I was trying to stand up and do battle with her one on one, man-to-woman so to speak, the way Snowflake had taught me, when this other babe hopped out of the bushes. She was a lot shorter and a lot bustier too.

While the tall chick, who had golden blond hair so rich and full that it rivaled even Fierce's glorious locks, must have stood at least six three, this new one could not have been much taller than four eleven, a straight five feet at the outside. But she more than made up for her lack of height with an impressive girth that must have approached nearly fifty inches near the outer ridges of her strident breasts, and almost as broad at the plump expanse of her rounded backside. What was nearly as eye catching as her voluptuous figure was her pitch black hair that seemed darker than any starless country night and her sharp piercing eyes. Glancing into those fiery orbs for just a brief instant nearly took my breath away.

The short babe was dressed more appropriately to our rustic surroundings than her agile cohort. She was wearing a tight black nylon sweater that seemed to bring out every ripple and edge in the deep jagged muscles of her arms and shoulders, and her pencil skirt was black too and so tight that it looked as though at any moment her robust thighs were about to explode right out of the dense rayon fabric.

This vibrant fireplug of a woman seemed to be the brains of the operation, or at least she was the first one to open her trap.

I told you not to hurt him, she snapped at the tall girl. He's no good to us dead or lame. Snowflake has no use for men who aren't ambulatory.

So, I thought, this was no random mugging. These audacious babes knew who I was, or at least they knew I was close to Snowflake. The attack apparently wasn't about me, though for the moment I was unfortunately the focus, but rather they had my mother-in-law in mind. But why? I decided to venture a probing question or two, along with a terse suggestion as to how they might want to treat me in the future if they knew what was good for them,