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JUICE: Revolution
Author:
Michael P. Clutton
Published:
11/11/2009 11:23:16 PM
Pages:
436
Keywords:
adult,animalistic,battle,beast,bestial,blood,blood cells,blood simulation,blood splatter,blood spurt...
Audience Level:
Mature
Genres:
Fiction / HorrorFiction / SuspenseFiction / Thrillers
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Aliens? Vampires? A pagan cult? Or, just a bunch of sociopaths?
Uncovering the truth will push Dak over the edge and rewrite the history
of the world, as we know it.
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A Laugh Out Loud... Heart Pounding... Chin Dropping... Can't Put It Down... Won't Figure It Out Before the End... Thrill-Ride Into Terror.
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JUICE drops you into the ho hum daily life of Dak, an unimpressive,
small time businessman. As an endless victim of Murphy’s Law, Dak
dreams of hitting it big. But, when an accidental discovery launches
him into a twister of dangerous mishaps, a tiny town in the Smoky Mountains
becomes an epicenter of macabre events. Surrounded on all sides by
mysterious “foreigners,” Dak must survive unbelievable encounters in a
desperate attempt to save his daughter and reclaim a lost love.
Dak sucks you into his boring life and drags you through a series of
eye-popping situations. Splattered with humor, splashed with suspense,
riddled with clues and laced with sexual tension, JUICE is a tasty tale
of heart stopping possibilities. A fun adventure that spirals out of control
toward a plausible twist on a popular legend. REVOLUTION is inevitable.
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An Eye-popping Novel full of Characters You'll Love... Laugh At... and Cheer For!
Brace Yourself for a Fun Ride... Down a Slippery Slope of Mystery... To A Climax You'll Never See Coming.
JUICE: Revolution grabs you with humor, hits you with suspense, teases you with romance, smacks you around with action and jolts you with chilling doses of blood and gore.
JUICE: Revolution is 436 properly formatted and fully edited
pages.
JUICE: Revolution is as good as any full-length novel you'll
find in any major book store.
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Michael Clutton lives with his wife and grown daughter in
the Smoky Mountains of North Carolina. They have 3 small
dogs and yes, Goliath is based on an actual family member.
When he’s not working on his next book, Michael follows
NASCAR racing and enjoys poker.
You can find out more about him and his current projects
by visiting http://www.michaelclutton.com or track the progress
of his next novel at http://mpclutton.blogspot.com
Join the fun with Michael on Facebook or follow him on Twitter
at http://twitter.com/ezmichael
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The woman rolled her eyes and I grinned. She tilted her head slightly. “You know
you have a grease stain on your shirt?”
“Yeah. I was going for the I-need-a-woman-to-take-care-of-me look. My feet are
dirty, too.”
“Be still my heart.” She cooed, placing a delicate hand over her left breast.
“Hey, girlfriend… you met Dak!” Jillian suddenly appeared next to me. Hair dry, full of
energy, everything bouncing in unison.
“Dak?” The blonde cocked one Cameron Diaz eyebrow. “Like yak?”
“Aw, he’s cool. Not much to look at. But, I’ll bet he cleans up pretty good.”
I turned to face the four adults. They stood like statues. A strong wind might have
blown them over.
“I’m leaving, Mom. Big day tomorrow. Thanks again, Caleb.” I turned back to face
the blonde. “Nice to see you again. I’ll be the guy heading for my car now… dragging
what’s left of my dignity behind me.”
Both girls stuck their bottom lips out and gave me a double dose of “Awwwww.”
Then they locked arms and swaggered down the foyer. Jillian was talking loud enough
to be heard by everyone. “Yeah… he was checking out my boobs earlier. So I kissed him
and he… you know… got a stiffie!”
They disappeared around a corner, squealing and giggling like 16 year olds.
I heard gasps from the Kents and huffs from the Westlands as I closed the front door
behind me.
******
“Chang!” I gave the body a swift kick. “Get your ass up!”
“Wha… geez… Mommy?” Chang rolled over and lay face up at my feet. “What time is it?
Are you early?”
“You said it was important, Kevin. What th’ hell you doing down there?”
Chang stood up a little wobbly. “Yo, Man. Don’t get your undies in a wad. The Chang Man
is here… sort of. Whoa… like… I can’t feel my legs, Dude.”
He grabbed the Coke and sucked hard on the straw. The eyebrows above his bloodshot
Asian slits shot up as he noticed Jillian behind me. “Bonjour, Mon Cherie. Wow! Righteous ta ta’s!”
******
The BMW pulled slightly ahead of the Hummer and feinted a block, causing the Hummer to
swerve in reaction to the move. Before it could recover, the BMW dropped back and plowed
the rear of the Hummer, ripping away most of the BMW’s front fender. The fishtail motion of
the Hummer now exaggerated and I could see the outline of the driver through its windshield.
He was sawing back and forth on the wheel, in frantic combat with the laws of physics.
The front wheel, full of bullets, finally gave out with a sound like cannon fire. That corner of
the Hummer dipped and grabbed pavement, whipping the vehicle sideways and snapping it into
a crushing roll.
“Oh my God!” I cried out. “We’ve gotta’ stop!”
I watched the Hummer roll 9 times, suffering more damage with each revolution. It came to
a demolished stop, upside down. Thick black and gray smoke billowed upward. The BMW swung
around it and kept coming. I watched the carnage get smaller and smaller behind us as we
accelerated away.
“Stop the car!” I shouted again, spinning back around to face the front. “We’ve got to help
that boy!”
“No.” Jillian replied calmly and kept her eyes on the road. I looked forward through the
windshield. Stunned. Horrified.
“But… that boy.”
“He knew what he was doing, Dak. We have to get you out of Georgia. Nothing else matters.”
She was so matter of fact about it, that I fell back in my seat, afraid I might wretch. “Isaac made
it through okay.” She added.
******
“Oh, just kiss me, you big goof.”
“Oh, I… well I… you see, I don’t usually…”
“You gotta’ be kidding. Two funerals and a wedding movie? I think I deserve a kiss.” She raised
her eyebrows. “And I let you drive my car.”
I dug my toe into the gravel, glancing up to watch the Porsche stop at the bottom of the
driveway. The lights went off, but no one got out.
“You’re such a puppy dog.” Kya tucked a finger behind my belt buckle and pulled me forward.
Her butt was against the Lotus. My hands found her waist and I looked down into her upturned
face. Her eyes watched me. I held my breath and dropped closer. She slipped one leg between
my thighs as our lips met. Hers were soft, like a newborn’s skin. Her breath in my mouth was
warm. Her lips relaxed against mine and we held for a moment.
Pulling back slightly, she whispered, “And you know women just can’t resist a cute puppy.”
Then, her hand behind my head pulled me in again. Her mouth parted and I tasted her. My
hands gripped her hips firmly, hesitant to wander. She arched her back, leaning her head back
over the roof of the Lotus, her tongue dipping into my mouth. When I pushed against it with
mine, she moaned quietly and I felt my manhood go rigid.
Kya’s free hand raked nails down my back, pulling my weight against her. I worked my lips
over her mouth, nibbling gently on her upper lip and tugging playfully. “Mmmmmm” she murmured
and pressed her hip against my crotch, grinding slightly while her left hand tugged at the hair on
the back of my head.
Releasing her lip, I sunk my tongue in deep, smelling her perfume and closing my eyes. She
gasped and moved her head back and forth, writhing against the pressure in her mouth.
Her right hand slid those nails all the way down my back until she had a handful of my butt.
I think I grunted. Maybe just a little.
******
“What’s a slayer?” I blurted.
“What? Where did you hear that?” She seemed genuinely alarmed, sitting up straight.
“I don’t remember. It’s just a word in my brain. I heard voices while I was… out of it. What
does it mean?”
“A Slayer is a… well, how can I put this? It comes from the Old Country.” She was being
careful. I waited for Trigger to pop. “They are those who… make sure… or enforce the wishes
of a family leader.”
“Like a hit man?” I suggested.
“Ah! Yes… like a hit man. That’s what you would call them.”
“So, this ain’t about Caleb’s squabbles over some bullshit business territory. This is big time…
like mafia big.”
“I guess. Not mafia. But, bigger than our family. A larger… organization. Stepping in
unexpectedly. Dak… please. I really don’t know all the details. Just what I’ve heard Caleb talk
about.”
“The shit just gets deeper and deeper, doesn’t it?” I watched her for a moment, looking
for any hints or clues. There was more in her eyes. “What? What else?”
“Well, it’s just that… one Slayer… one hit man is typically enough. But…” She pressed her
hands tightly together. “But, if it’s not. Or, if he fails.”
“They will send more. Probably more than one.” I surmised. “Friggin’ wonderful.”
******
An abrupt impact against my right shoulder knocked me sprawling across the hardwood floor.
I rolled and shot a look behind me. It was just a blur of movement, a faint glimpse of light
colored, spiky hair as Petrova dove head first through the French doors. Glass and wood
exploded with an ear splitting crash. I was trying to upright myself on the floor, my eyes following
the woman’s movements.
At a full run, Petrova drove her shoulder into the tall man’s mid section, circling her arms
about him. The assault carried him backward, smashing through the outdoor furniture, stumbling
towards the wooden railing. Above the racket, I thought I heard bestial growls when the man
brought his fists swooping down, landing like sledgehammers in the small of Petrova’s back. A
howl of pain blended with beastly snarls and the pair crashed through the railing in a shower
of flying splinters.
They dropped from sight and I blinked hard.
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