Thrill of the Chase

By Oliver Lixx

Stunt man extraordinaire Chase Cody enjoys life to the fullest—fast cars, lots of women, and the thrill of cheating death. Becoming the pivotal piece between good and evil, he faces the challenge head on. But when he is forced to make a decision between the lost love of his life or thousands of innocent lives, will he be able to make the right call? Faced with those trying to sway his judgment, will he be able to tell the good guys from the bad guys, or will he be forced to become a reluctant pawn in games of lust, greed, and plenty of hot sex?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dragon Guild Publishing
• Release date: Apr 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781941583067

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HORNS VS. HALOS

THRILL OF THE CHASE

By Oliver Lixx

(www.oliverlixx.com)

Published by Dragon Guild Management & Publishing

(www.thedragonguild.com)

Copyright 2014 Oliver Lixx

ISBN 978-1941583-06-7

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Horns vs. Halos: Thrill of the Chase Copyright 2014 Oliver Lixx

Edited by Kat Marshall & Colette Stone

Cover Art by Reed Lane

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Chapter One

Chase Cody slammed his foot on the accelerator, his worn, black cowboy boot pressing the pedal all the way to the floor. The engine of the mid-seventies Mustang roared like a vicious beast at his call—the back tires scorching the pavement as the car lurched forward. Like a bullet, the Mustang peeled out of the alleyway and Chase pulled hard to the left. The backend fishtailed, and with expert precision, he compensated, easily straightening out the vehicle as he bulled down the crowded city street. The noon-hour sun blazed down across the heavy traffic patterns, yet pedestrians and cars alike were a blur to his vision, his icy blue eyes steeled forward and impervious to distraction. He did chance a quick glance in the rearview, recognizing two more muscle cars barreling down on him from behind.

At the next intersection, Chase turned right, the speed and velocity of the car causing the vehicle’s tail to drift left. Luckily, his skills were up to the task, and the Mustang quickly corrected itself and was speeding down the road again. Dodging in and out from between cars and trucks that were more like obstacles than traffickers, Chase bit down hard on the toothpick in his mouth, his teeth grinding.

The cars behind him were gaining.

No sooner had he put his focus back in front of him, when another car, a yellow Corvette pulled out onto the street ahead. From the passenger side of the Vette, a man in a leather jacket emerged from the window with a small, high powered firearm in his hand. Chase heard two rounds go off, and as he passed the mustard-colored sports car, smoke started to emerge from his engine. The plume entered the interior of the car, and he waved his hand in a futile effort to waft away the smoke. His throat starting to burn from the fumes, he leaned forward, narrowing his eyes, though he knew in his heart that he could never see through the cloud erupting from his engine.

Speeding along blindly, it was only a matter of time before Chase’s luck would run out. The front passenger fender and wheel clipped the edge of a conspicuously placed crate, and the Mustang started to roll. Spiraling, the car flipped, bouncing Chase as much as his safety restraint would allow. Along with each jolt, the car ricocheted off the pavement and then tumbled off into a shallow ravine. Broken glass struck Chase’s face and neck, and his ears started to ring from the screech and crunch of twisting metal. After the car finally came to a halt, the only thing he could hear was the faint sound of hissing and the steady drip of fluid that leaked somewhere from the engine block. Things were very still for what seemed like an eternity.

Cut! came the distorted call from a megaphone that seemed so far away. Chase shook his head and opened his jaw a few times,