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Product InformationTrans-Atlantic Death(an American Nightmare)If you are looking for wizards, hobgoblins, magic wands, vampires, supernatural or other impossible, unbelievable events with people able to jump hundred’s of feet into the air andMoreProduct InformationTrans-Atlantic Death(an American Nightmare)If you are looking for wizards, hobgoblins, magic wands, vampires, supernatural or other impossible, unbelievable events with people able to jump hundred’s of feet into the air and perform impossible feats ‘Trans Atlantic Death’ is not for you. If, on the other hand you want a good, solid, exciting, thrilling, thought provoking, somewhat sexy and believable tale read on! It might just have happened to you had you been in the wrong place at the wrong time! It’s a long story running to 145,000 words (over 500 pages) with action, suspense, surprises, violence and excitement packed onto every page. It’s not a thin novel written after tea to make money!Jean and Mike are two Brits on their first holiday in the USA. They accidentally, and as it turns out, calamitously, witness an act of extreme police brutality which results in the death of an innocent person.Mike, naively, reports the matter at the local law enforcement station but comes up against a number of corrupt police officers who attempt by any means to prevent him taking the matter any further.Their attempts to avoid the consequences of their illegal actions result in Jean and Mike having to go on the run to avoid being ‘accidentally eliminated’.They are pursued across America and even back in the UK using numerous subterfuges to avoid retribution. Do they make it or not? There is only one way to find out!The novel contains tenderness and violence, love making and death, humour and excitement, erotica and suspense.Prologue.Tied to a chair in a remote foreign cabin illuminated only by the flickering flames of a log fire, my wrists lashed painfully together behind my back with a rough rope. The twin barrels of a shotgun, held shakily by a wild eyed maniac, cutting twin circular grooves into the side of my head. My terrified wife, naked and trembling uncontrollably on the bed, about to be violently raped by the same madman. A huge, ferocious, wolf like creature howling and scratching frenziedly at the outside of the door. The certainty that before the sun rose later that morning Jean and I would be dead. How had a wonderful holiday turned into this nightmare?