One last Move
Description
After his business partner commits suicide under mysterious
circumstances, Doctor Lawrence Rosewood is unwittingly thrust into a desperate
battle to stave off a consortium of criminals who have set their sights on
gaining an unwelcome foothold in his Golden Ages chain of retirement homes.
At first glance, it appears to be just a normal takeover
attempt, but when their sinister motivations behind the unsolicited move become
apparent, the psychological chess match between Larry and his opponents turns
deadly.
Rosewood's predicament worsens when he discovers that Ted
Villeneuve, his best friend and business partner, has committed a crime that
could cause their empire to disintegrate beneath his feet.
With his business and love life in disarray, Larry meets a
young man afflicted with a rare genetic condition. Their instant friendship
provides Doctor Rosewood with the inspiration and assistance to turn the game
in his favor.
ONE LAST MOVE is a fast-moving suspense-filled tale,
guaranteed to make you want more. The
plot is intricate but cohesive. Rosewood's
last move turns out to be an unexpected stroke of genius, bringing the
fast-paced story to a satisfying conclusion.
Good reading for mature readers.
About the Author
After a successful career as an international business owner, Wes Snowden now spends his time between Vancouver, Toronto and Scottsdale Arizona. In addition to a number of short stories, Wes has finished and published his first three full length novels ‘White Swan Wishes' ‘Zachary's Gold' ‘One Last Move' ‘The Leprechaun Wars' a gothic fantasy will be published in June, 2020
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone