Rara Ibis [A Pendragon and Pendragon Mystery]
Click on image to enlarge.
by T. K. Sheils
Category: Mystery/Crime/Humor EPIC eBook Award Finalist
Description: EPPIE Award Finalist--Best Mystery! Another Pendragon & Pendragon paranormal caper from award-winning author Terry Sheils, the master of quirky humor and puzzling mystery... The newly married Vicki and Gareth Pendragon, Paranormal Private Investigators, find more adventure than they could ever want while on their honeymoon on the coast of Venezuela. They get involved with several people named Lorelan Barkus, a heroin smuggling ring, and a small stone ibis. Danger abounds...and not just because of the drugs! The ibis is the final piece of a necklace that will unlock an old shaman's mind--and some very nasty divine retribution. Amid sightseeing, sex on the beach, and searching for the real Lorelan Barkus, the Pendragons find themselves on a holiday that will test Vicki's psychic abilities and Pen's sexual prowess. [Genres: Mystery / Detective / Humor]
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: June 2007
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [381 KB]
Reading time: 238-334 min.
"...A male reader's (and writer's) wish fulfillment, sexy and entertaining. Take for example the title of Chapter 1: 'Which Proves that the Problems With Loving Two Women at Once are Greater When They're Both in the Same Body.' Then there are all those other bodies, curvaceous and almost naked, making it very difficult for Pen to resist them. There is a ditzy blond who is every man's pushover--clueless Leeza is author Terry Sheils' indulgence in cruel humor. There is a legend about buried treasure and a carved bird necklace, and a beautiful ghost seeking revenge. With psychics Pen and Vicki telling us the story, we don't always know what is real and what is vision. Read it for light fun, titillation, and a dark touch of the gruesome."--Spinoff Reviews
"4 Angels! ... Anyone who has ever vacationed on a tropical local will feel a kinship to Pen and Vicki as they deal time and again with the 'things happen when they happen' attitude many islanders follow. The plot of the story took me by surprise, it is at times dark and ominous as the bodies start to pile up, but the many interesting secondary characters keep the level of interest up even through the ... plot twists. Overall I would describe this tale as a mystery full of layers of paranormal, humor, horror, and adventure expertly blended to create a memorable and well-told read."--Johnna, Fallen Angel Reviews
Which Proves That The Problems With Loving Two Women At Once Are Greater When They're Both In The Same Body
The last powerboat from the hotel had gone back at four-thirty, but it was almost six before the private yacht of snorkelers took off and the man and woman were able to sneak out from under the broad fronds of heliconia to spread their large beach towel on the empty beach.
The tall slim blonde with the full breasts straining the yellow string bikini looked to be in her late twenties, but she was giggling like a schoolgirl as she straightened the towel.
"I feel like a schoolkid who's going to do something very bad," she said.
"Oh, I hope you do." The prematurely white-haired giant of a man smiled down at her.
"What? Feel like a schoolkid?"
"No, do something very bad."
"I have every intention." She smiled up at his face that was almost seven feet from the sand. "Sit down, won't you? Or lie, if you prefer."
He sat and she squirmed up beside him and they watched the sun go down, temporarily turning the azure lagoon to scarlet before the Caribbean night descended like a curtain.
"There really is no dusk, is there, Pen?" the girl in the yellow string bikini asked, stretching out now on the large beach towel.
Her companion leaned over her and his fingers began fiddling with the clasp that held the cups of her bikini top together.
"Nope. Good thing we've got the moon." He glanced at the waxing three-quarter moon that hung at nine o'clock over the lagoon and was gliding its way slowly toward them across the calm water.
"Yeah." The girl sighed. "Romantic… moon on water… what a view, eh?"
"View be damned. I need it to undo this."
"Let me give you a hand with it." Her slender fingers rose to her breasts. "You're in a rush tonight, aren't you, Pen?"
The man's hands grasped hers gently, holding them between her breasts.
"Actually," he said softly, "we need to talk before we start…"
"What about? I know we're just married and all that and married people are supposed to not rush into sex any more. But it is a marriage, not the last rites. So I'm just as horny as I ever was. And I can't wait to get to the screaming and hollering part either. So let's get at it."
"Actually, Vicki, it's the screaming and hollering part I want to talk to you about."
"Why? Why now of all times and places? We're all alone on this little island…only the birds will hear my rapturous screeching."
"It might spook them and this is a Venezuelan wildlife sanctuary."
"Piffle! They might enjoy a good screech. This place is just so right for some fooling around. I bet they get lots of screeches. Caramba! Olé! This'll just be their first touch with hoot'n hollered orgasms in English."
"You did see that sign at the end of the beach?"
"The one you told me said 'No bathers beyond this point,' or something like that?"
"Actually, it didn't say quite that."
"Then what did it say?"
"Esta isla es una zona restrictiva. Prohibito pasar la noche aquí. Revista par los costa guardas frecuentemente."
"According to my rough knowledge of the language: 'This island is a restricted zone. It is prohibited to spend the night here. Inspected frequently by the coast guards.'"
"We shouldn't even be here?" Vicki said incredulously. "We better get off."
"We can't. Well, not that way, anyway. Besides, it is, as you say, so right for another kind of getting off. If we're quiet about it. If we're not and we spook the birds, the coast guard will be out here before we get our pants on."
Copyright © 2007 T.K. Sheils.