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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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