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The wild zone : a novel / Joy Fielding.

By: Fielding, Joy.
Material type: materialTypeLabelBookPublisher: New York, NY: Atria Books, 2010Edition: First Atria books hardcover edition.Description: x, 368 pages ; 24 cm.Content type: text Media type: unmediated Carrier type: volumeISBN: 9781416585299 (hardcover) :; 141658529X (hardcover); 9781847373427 (pbk.).Subject(s): Murder for hire -- Fiction | Wife abuse -- Fiction | Friendship -- Fiction | Deception -- Fiction | Lesbians -- FictionGenre/Form: Romantic suspense fiction.DDC classification: 813/.54 Summary: Two brothers -- Will and Jeff -- and their friend Tom are out one night at their favorite South Beach bar, the Wild Zone, and decide to make a bet on who can be the first to seduce a mysterious-looking young woman drinking by herself. Pretty, dark-haired, blue-eyed Suzy has an innocent, almost ordinary girl-next-door way about her. Little do the friends know that their harmless bet is about to take on a life of its own, a life full of deadly consequences for all concerned.
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From New York Times bestselling author Joy Fielding comes the suspenseful story of a seemingly casual bet among friends gone terrifyingly awry. This is how it starts. With a joke. Two brothers -- Will and Jeff -- and their friend Tom are out one night at their favorite South Beach bar, the Wild Zone, and decide to make a bet on who can be the first to seduce a mysterious-looking young woman drinking by herself. Pretty, dark-haired, blue-eyed Suzy has an innocent, almost ordinary girl-next-door way about her. "Just waiting for Prince Charming to hit on her," Jeff says. Little do they know the secrets she hides from the outside world, particularly those having to do with the daily horror she experiences under the watchful eye of her abusive husband. Little do they know she has an agenda of her own. Little do they know their harmless bet is about to take on a life of its own, a life full of deadly consequences for all concerned. Fielding is continually praised for her "heart-pounding" (Booklist) brand of storytelling, full of "chillingly satisfying twists" (People). There's certainly no going back once you've entered The Wild Zone.

Two brothers -- Will and Jeff -- and their friend Tom are out one night at their favorite South Beach bar, the Wild Zone, and decide to make a bet on who can be the first to seduce a mysterious-looking young woman drinking by herself. Pretty, dark-haired, blue-eyed Suzy has an innocent, almost ordinary girl-next-door way about her. Little do the friends know that their harmless bet is about to take on a life of its own, a life full of deadly consequences for all concerned.

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Leviathan ONE The Austrian horses glinted in the moonlight, their riders standing tall in the saddle, swords raised. Behind them two ranks of diesel-powered walking machines stood ready to fire, cannon aimed over the heads of the cavalry. A zeppelin scouted no-man's-land at the center of the battlefield, its metal skin sparkling. The French and British infantry crouched behind their fortifications--a letter opener, an ink jar, and a line of fountain pens--knowing they stood no chance against the might of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. But a row of Darwinist monsters loomed behind them, ready to devour any who dared retreat. The attack had almost begun when Prince Aleksandar thought he heard someone outside his door... . He took a guilty step toward his bed--then froze in place, listening hard. Trees stirred in a soft breeze outside, but otherwise the night was silent. Mother and Father were in Sarajevo, after all. The servants wouldn't dare disturb his sleep. Alek turned back to his desk and began to move the cavalry forward, grinning as the battle neared its climax. The Austrian walkers had completed their bombardment, and it was time for the tin horses to finish off the woefully outnumbered French. It had taken all night to set up the attack, using an imperial tactics manual borrowed from Father's study. It seemed only fair that Alek have some fun while his parents were off watching military maneuvers. He'd begged to be taken along, to see the mustered ranks of soldiers striding past in real life, to feel the rumble of massed fighting machines through the soles of his boots. It was Mother, of course, who had forbidden it--his studies were more important than "parades," as she called them. She didn't understand that military exercises had more to teach him than musty old tutors and their books. One day soon Alek might be piloting one of those machines. War was coming, after all. Everyone said so. The last tin cavalry unit had just crashed into the French lines when the soft sound came from the hallway again: jingling, like a ring of keys. Alek turned, peering at the gap beneath his bed chamber's double doors. Shadows shifted along the sliver of moonlight, and he heard the hiss of whispers. Someone was right outside. Silent in bare feet, he swiftly crossed the cold marble floor, sliding into bed just as the door creaked open. Alek narrowed his eyes to a slit, wondering which of the servants was checking on him. Moonlight spilled into the room, making the tin soldiers on his desk glitter. Someone slipped inside, graceful and dead silent. The figure paused, staring at Alek for a moment, then crept toward his dresser. Alek heard the wooden rasp of a drawer sliding open. His heart raced. None of the servants would dare steal from him! But what if the intruder were something worse than a thief? His father's warnings echoed in his ears... . You have had enemies from the day you were born. A bell cord hung next to his bed, but his parents' rooms were empty. With Father and his bodyguard in Sarajevo, the closest sentries were quartered at the other end of the trophy hall, fifty meters away. Alek slid one hand under his pillow, until his fingers touched the cold steel of his hunting knife. He lay there holding his breath, grasping the handle tightly, repeating to himself his father's other watchword. Surprise is more valuable than strength. Another figure came through the door then, boots clomping, a piloting jacket's metal clips jingling like keys on a ring. The figure tromped straight toward his bed. "Young master! Wake up!" Alek let go of the knife, expelling a sigh of relief. It was just old Otto Klopp, his master of mechaniks. The first figure began rifling through the dresser, pulling at clothes. "The young prince has been awake all along," Wildcount Volger's low voice said. "A bit of advice, Your Highness? When pretending to be asleep, it is advisable not to hold one's breath." Alek sat up and scowled. His fencing master had an annoying knack for seeing through deception. "What's the meaning of this?" "You're to come with us, young master," Otto mumbled, studying the marble floor. "The archduke's orders." "My father? He's back already?" "He left instructions," Count Volger said with the same infuriating tone he used during fencing lessons. He tossed a pair of Alek's trousers and a piloting jacket onto the bed. Alek stared at them, half outraged and half confused. "Like young Mozart," Otto said softly. "In the arch-duke's stories." Alek frowned, remembering Father's favorite tales about the great composer's upbringing. Supposedly Mozart's tutors would wake him in the middle of the night, when his mind was raw and defenseless, and thrust musical lessons upon him. It all sounded rather disrespectful to Alek. He reached for the trousers. "You're going to make me compose a fugue ?" "An amusing thought," Count Volger said. "But please make haste." "We have a walker waiting behind the stables, young master." Otto's worried face made an attempt at a smile. "You're to take the helm." "A walker?" Alek's eyes widened. Piloting was one part of his studies he'd gladly get out of bed for. He slipped quickly into the clothes. "Yes, your first night lesson!" Otto said, handing Alek his boots. Alek pulled them on and stood, then fetched his favorite pilot's gloves from the dresser, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor. "Quietly now." Count Volger stood by the chamber doors. He cracked them and peered out into the hall. "We're to sneak out, Your Highness!" Otto whispered. "Good fun, this lesson! Just like young Mozart!" The three of them crept down the trophy hall, Master Klopp still clomping, Volger gliding along in silence. Paintings of Alek's ancestors, the family who had ruled Austria for six hundred years, lined the hallway, their subjects staring down with unreadable expressions. The antlers of his father's hunting trophies cast tangled shadows, like a moonlit forest. Every footstep was magnified by the stillness of the castle, and questions echoed in Alek's mind. Wasn't it dangerous, piloting a walker at night? And why was his fencing master coming along? Count Volger preferred swords and horses over soulless mechaniks, and had little tolerance for commoners like old Otto. Master Klopp had been hired for his piloting skills, not his family name. "Volger ...," Alek began. " Quiet , boy!" the wildcount spat. Anger flashed inside Alek, and a curse almost burst from his mouth, even if it ruined their stupid game of sneaking out. It was always like this. To the servants he might be "the young archduke," but nobles like Volger never let Alek forget his position. Thanks to his mother's common blood, he wasn't fit to inherit royal lands and titles. His father might be heir to an empire of fifty million souls, but Alek was heir to nothing. Volger himself was only a wildcount--no farmlands to his name, just a bit of forest--but even he could feel superior to the son of a lady-in-waiting. Alek managed to stay quiet, though, letting his anger cool as they stole through the vast and darkened banquet kitchens. Years of insults had taught him how to bite his tongue, and disrespect was easier to swallow with the prospect of piloting ahead. One day he would have his revenge. Father had promised. The marriage contract would be changed somehow, and Alek's blood made royal. Even if it meant defying the emperor himself. Excerpted from The Wild Zone by Joy Fielding All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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The Wild Zone, a South Beach (Miami Beach, Fla.) bar filled with lusty men-specifically, charismatic personal trainer Jeff Rydell; his cute visiting half-brother, Will, a Princeton graduate student; and Jeff's married best friend, Tom Whitman, a dishonorably discharged Afghanistan war veteran with some serious problems-provides the starting point for bestseller Fielding's nonstop thrill ride. A sexy bar patron, Suzy Bigelow, inspires the trio to make a wager on who can bed her first, and they even ask Jeff's live-in girlfriend, a Wild Zone bartender, for help. Suzy chooses Will for a platonic date, which has some distinctly unpleasant repercussions that involve not only wide-eyed Will but desperate, gun-loving Tom, whose wife takes their children and files for divorce. Fielding (Still Life) combines a fast-paced plot with top-notch character development to create an atmosphere of brooding unease that explodes in a wonderfully wild resolution. (Feb.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved