Spanish Prisoner: World's oldest con game
Tucker Blue, fresh off a divorce and diving headfirst into the shark-infested waters of midlife dating, never saw it coming. He was the perfect mark, the ideal target for a scam older than sin itself—Spanish Prisoner.
It all started with a girl, as these things often do. Monica Reyes, with a face that could stop traffic and curves that could cause a pile-up. Tucker fell hard, fast, and stupid the moment he laid eyes on her at the airport. When their standby status left them both grounded, Tucker, thinking with the wrong head, convinced Monica to join him on a spur-of-the-moment jaunt across the pond. London, then a fancy train ride through France, all the way to Barcelona.

But somewhere between his relentless pursuit of Monica's favors and his romantic fumbles, Tucker stumbled ass-backwards into a government sting operation. And just like that, he was holding the winning lotto ticket—a cool €120 million, the bait meant to snare a big-time crook.

Now, Tucker and Monica are in the crosshairs, with not one but two crews of bad guys hot on their heels. They're running for their lives, ducking and weaving through Barcelona's underbelly, from swanky hotels to the seedy maze of Barcelona's El Raval barrio and eventually a 12th-century castle, where even the ancient stone walls are demons nipping at their heels.

Trapped in a pressure cooker of danger and desire, Tucker and Monica's fledgling love faces trial by fire. They're forced to confront not just the threats lurking in every shadow but their own honesty, devotion, and the uncertain specter of their future. In the end, it's more than a battle for survival; it's a voyage of self-discovery, where true courage is measured not in the face of danger but in the depths of enduring love.

This is no candy-coated love story, folks. "Spanish Prisoner" is a blood-and-lust-soaked trip to the heart of man's more primal impulses. One-part erotic potboiler, one-part Hitchcockian thriller, author Jack Dancer turns the screws 'til you're squirming, dying to know whodunit.

But don't expect a tidy little whodunit. This is edge-of-your-seat suspense, the kind that sinks its teeth in and doesn't let go. Dancer delivers a fever dream of a story that'll scorch your eyeballs, set your hair on fire, and make you laugh 'til your teeth fall out.

Fair warning: once you start, you won't be able to stop.

So strap in, grab your crotch, and prepare for the ride of your life. "Spanish Prisoner" will rope you, grope you, and leave you panting in a tangled heap, begging for more.
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Spanish Prisoner: World's oldest con game
Tucker Blue, fresh off a divorce and diving headfirst into the shark-infested waters of midlife dating, never saw it coming. He was the perfect mark, the ideal target for a scam older than sin itself—Spanish Prisoner.
It all started with a girl, as these things often do. Monica Reyes, with a face that could stop traffic and curves that could cause a pile-up. Tucker fell hard, fast, and stupid the moment he laid eyes on her at the airport. When their standby status left them both grounded, Tucker, thinking with the wrong head, convinced Monica to join him on a spur-of-the-moment jaunt across the pond. London, then a fancy train ride through France, all the way to Barcelona.

But somewhere between his relentless pursuit of Monica's favors and his romantic fumbles, Tucker stumbled ass-backwards into a government sting operation. And just like that, he was holding the winning lotto ticket—a cool €120 million, the bait meant to snare a big-time crook.

Now, Tucker and Monica are in the crosshairs, with not one but two crews of bad guys hot on their heels. They're running for their lives, ducking and weaving through Barcelona's underbelly, from swanky hotels to the seedy maze of Barcelona's El Raval barrio and eventually a 12th-century castle, where even the ancient stone walls are demons nipping at their heels.

Trapped in a pressure cooker of danger and desire, Tucker and Monica's fledgling love faces trial by fire. They're forced to confront not just the threats lurking in every shadow but their own honesty, devotion, and the uncertain specter of their future. In the end, it's more than a battle for survival; it's a voyage of self-discovery, where true courage is measured not in the face of danger but in the depths of enduring love.

This is no candy-coated love story, folks. "Spanish Prisoner" is a blood-and-lust-soaked trip to the heart of man's more primal impulses. One-part erotic potboiler, one-part Hitchcockian thriller, author Jack Dancer turns the screws 'til you're squirming, dying to know whodunit.

But don't expect a tidy little whodunit. This is edge-of-your-seat suspense, the kind that sinks its teeth in and doesn't let go. Dancer delivers a fever dream of a story that'll scorch your eyeballs, set your hair on fire, and make you laugh 'til your teeth fall out.

Fair warning: once you start, you won't be able to stop.

So strap in, grab your crotch, and prepare for the ride of your life. "Spanish Prisoner" will rope you, grope you, and leave you panting in a tangled heap, begging for more.
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Spanish Prisoner: World's oldest con game

Spanish Prisoner: World's oldest con game

by Jack Dancer
Spanish Prisoner: World's oldest con game

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Tucker Blue, fresh off a divorce and diving headfirst into the shark-infested waters of midlife dating, never saw it coming. He was the perfect mark, the ideal target for a scam older than sin itself—Spanish Prisoner.
It all started with a girl, as these things often do. Monica Reyes, with a face that could stop traffic and curves that could cause a pile-up. Tucker fell hard, fast, and stupid the moment he laid eyes on her at the airport. When their standby status left them both grounded, Tucker, thinking with the wrong head, convinced Monica to join him on a spur-of-the-moment jaunt across the pond. London, then a fancy train ride through France, all the way to Barcelona.

But somewhere between his relentless pursuit of Monica's favors and his romantic fumbles, Tucker stumbled ass-backwards into a government sting operation. And just like that, he was holding the winning lotto ticket—a cool €120 million, the bait meant to snare a big-time crook.

Now, Tucker and Monica are in the crosshairs, with not one but two crews of bad guys hot on their heels. They're running for their lives, ducking and weaving through Barcelona's underbelly, from swanky hotels to the seedy maze of Barcelona's El Raval barrio and eventually a 12th-century castle, where even the ancient stone walls are demons nipping at their heels.

Trapped in a pressure cooker of danger and desire, Tucker and Monica's fledgling love faces trial by fire. They're forced to confront not just the threats lurking in every shadow but their own honesty, devotion, and the uncertain specter of their future. In the end, it's more than a battle for survival; it's a voyage of self-discovery, where true courage is measured not in the face of danger but in the depths of enduring love.

This is no candy-coated love story, folks. "Spanish Prisoner" is a blood-and-lust-soaked trip to the heart of man's more primal impulses. One-part erotic potboiler, one-part Hitchcockian thriller, author Jack Dancer turns the screws 'til you're squirming, dying to know whodunit.

But don't expect a tidy little whodunit. This is edge-of-your-seat suspense, the kind that sinks its teeth in and doesn't let go. Dancer delivers a fever dream of a story that'll scorch your eyeballs, set your hair on fire, and make you laugh 'til your teeth fall out.

Fair warning: once you start, you won't be able to stop.

So strap in, grab your crotch, and prepare for the ride of your life. "Spanish Prisoner" will rope you, grope you, and leave you panting in a tangled heap, begging for more.

Product Details

BN ID: 2940185720349
Publisher: Jack Dancer
Publication date: 06/26/2024
Series: Tucker Blue Series , #1
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Jack Dancer isn't your average Joe – he's more like a human pinball, bouncing from one insane situation to another with all the grace of a drunk elephant. Born with a silver-plated spoon in his mouth (which he promptly hocked for beer money), Jack's been everywhere from the gutter to the penthouse, usually within the same week.

At sixteen, this Southern boy decided New York City needed more redneck flavor. He shacked up in Spanish Harlem, probably the only white boy for miles until Daddy dearest dragged his ass back home. Lesson learned? Nah, just the first chapter in Jack's "How to Piss Off Authority" guidebook.

Jack's resume reads like a drunk's dartboard of career choices. Ice cream man? Check. Boardwalk barker? You bet. Welder, drywall guy, snake oil salesman – sorry, "advertising executive." He's done it all, usually just long enough to get fired or bored, whichever came first.

Money? Jack's bank account has more ups and downs than a menopausal rollercoaster. The only constant? His talent for spending it all.

Education? Street smarts and hard knocks, baby. Oh, and some fancy degrees he probably bought off a guy in an alley. It all landed him back in New York, slinging bullshit on Madison Avenue. Life's a circle, and Jack's riding it like a drunk on a merry-go-round.

Marriage? Jack's been to the altar more times than a narcoleptic priest. Four wives, countless "almosts," and one 28-year marathon that probably qualifies him for sainthood. Now he's hitched to a California girl named Penny, proving you can indeed teach an old dog new tricks – or at least new area codes.

Fatherhood blessed Jack with four sons and the realization that some people should be sterilized at birth. His parenting philosophy? "They're gonna screw up anyway, might as well give 'em a head start."

Jack's life philosophy is as subtle as a sledgehammer to the nuts. God? Santa? Tooth Fairy? All bullshit. The real force running the show? Testosterone – nature's very own weapon of mass destruction.

In the end, Jack Dancer is just riding this cosmic rollercoaster called life, middle fingers raised high. He knows he's already won the cosmic lottery just by existing, so he's determined to go out with a bang, not a whimper. Just don't expect him to go quietly—or soberly—into that good night.

p.s. He’s considering a pen name - something Jones or Smith.
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