Friday, May 15, 2015

Return of the French Blue by Pamela Boles Eglinski

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One time CIA agent, Catalina Syrah, is on a mission to redeem her family’s priceless blue diamond necklace. The diamonds have a story of their own. Cleaved from Louis XIV’s French Blue, a sixty-seven karat gemstone, they are known today as the Baby Blues. The original French Blue has a new name too: The Hope Diamond.

French Directorate spy, Nicholas Bonhomme, sets up a sting operation on the Riviera. His goal: use the Syrah necklace to capture Gul Mazeer, assassin turned global terrorist, who seeks funding for the next attack on America.

Like Indiana Jones, Catalina carries a weapon of choice—two blades strapped in a double holster on her back—a gift from her grandmother, one time spy for the French Resistance.

Return of the French Blue plunges the reader into a clash of terrorists, spies, jewel thieves and lovers. Will the spy skills Catalina once possessed be enough to redeem the family necklace, trap the assassin, and keep the ruggedly handsome Nicholas Bonhomme at bay? There is only one way to find out.

Excerpt taken from Chapter 1: Blue Stones Vineyard/ Napa Valley, CA

It was a burglar’s delight.

Once a year, the vintners of Napa Valley welcomed wealthy patrons to their private homes. The occasion: celebrate the bounty of California’s wine country and raise millions of dollars to help the poor. Reputations were at stake and wine sales at risk. At $2500 a ticket, everything must be perfect.

Catalina checked last minute details. The family villa was festooned with tiny white lights. On the expansive patio, small round tables were covered with white linen tablecloths, and set with fine china and gold-rimmed crystal goblets. Lucas and Christiane Syrah, Catalina’s parents and owners of Blue Stones Vineyard, anxiously awaited sixty dinner guests.

Catalina, or “Cat” as she was known to family and friends, delivered orders like a police sergeant. But, unlike most sergeants, she was spectacularly gorgeous. A blend of French and Italian ancestors, her eyes were dark and large, skin rosy pink and hair the color of ebony. Tall and thin, she raised eyebrows wherever she went.

Sam!” She ordered. “Don’t forget the background music. I want Graceland ready to go, when I start dancing. Cut to ‘Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes.’ Got that?”

Sam nodded.

Any questions?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Need to get dressed. I’ll be back downstairs before six.”

God, she’s a force of nature. Sam mopped his forehead.

It was Cat’s nature to plan, and double check the plan. Five years in the CIA had developed these skills and it was doubtful she’d ever forget them.

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