Darci O is a story about Michael Orcini, a Hotel/Casino developer, his quest to create the finest gaming resort since Monaco, and a love story that reaches beyond the limits of a lifetime.

     The Mafia and Chinese Camorra, with an insatiable appetite for money and power, weave their webs to dash Michael's plans leaving tragedy in their wake. 

     Michael and, his true love, Darci are soon parted by the hands of a ruthless killer. However, the powers of love, sorrow, and justice have granted the lovers a life together beyond mortality. The lovers can interact physically just as if both were still alive, but only when they are alone. Together they search for the killer, and vow to make their adversaries pay.

     Twists at every turn complicate the outcome while the adversaries make their move to take over the resort development.

     Time is running out as still another twist surfaces; an old romance comes to life threatening the lovers, their quest, and much more . . .

The following is an excerpt for your consideration:

THE PYRAMID

. . . . . . .  Happy that the day’s work was over, Michael maneuvered his classic 300SL up the winding roads and into the hills where Darci lives.  The clock in the dashboard indicates that he still has more than enough time to arrive before 7:30. On the seat next to him is a single Sterling Silver rose. He had instructed the florist that he wanted something simple, but special, for this lady with ‘just a few of the baby’s breath twigs’, and a lavender ribbon.

     The worsted slacks and patterned Armani silk shirt, topped with his leather flying jacket,  was about as casual as he would be on their first date.

     He drove into the cul-de-sac at the end of the road. The address between a single carved wood door and the garage was difficult to see. “This should be it,” he told the SL as he backed up, then eased forward onto the short drive. A motion sensor turned the light on over the door and verified the address.

     He pushed the illuminated button, and stepped back.

     When the door opened, he was greeted by a smile and scintillating eyes that invited him in before a word was spoken. Michael felt a quiver inside his chest and an instant connection with this intriguing woman.

     Darci stood motionless in the dimly lit entry hall presenting a different image than their two previous encounters. Her hair was piled on top of her head, fashioned loosely with narrow tresses on each side of her face. She wore a simple patterned full-length skirt, topped with an elegant teal colored silk blouse. “Hi, Michael Orcini,” a delightful voice broke the spell. “Welcome to my home.” She stepped aside allowing him to enter.

     Michael moved through the doorway, paused, and with a shy, almost boyish transferring of weight from one foot to the other, presented the single rose.

     “My favorite,” she said with a softness that matched the rose itself, “my absolute favorite in the whole world. How did you know?”

     “It was the most beautiful at the florist. It seemed appropriate.”

     “Help me get a vase down from the cupboard.” He followed her down the stairs to the main level where full height windows of the two-story living room exposed the entire length of the breath-taking Las Vegas light extravaganza. They paused for a moment, then without a word continued on through the dining room and into the kitchen. “There on the top shelf, the tall tear drop crystal in the center.” She pointed, as he opened the glass door of the cupboard. He reached in and looked back at her with a questioned look. “Yes, thanks,” she said, being quite able to reach the vase herself.            

     Darci put some water in the vase and arranged the ‘baby’s breath’ around the rose. Satisfied, she picked up the vase and walked into the living room. “Here by the window.” She glanced at Michael, “I’ll move it to my bedroom later.”

     Michael became aware of a small dog, sitting on a loveseat in an alcove, staring at him, but not making a sound. “Who are you?” he asked, not really expecting an answer.

     “That’s Puca T. Say hello to Michael, Puca.”

     “Arf. Arf.” The little critter responded in a sound matching his size.

     “Hello Puca T.” Michael went over and sat next to him, and petted him on the head.

     “Arf. Arf.” Puca laid his chin on Michael’s lap.  

     “I think he likes you. He doesn’t usually like strangers. I’m famished.”

     “Me too! Ready?”

     “Yes.”

     “Then, let’s get going.”

     Darci picked up an exquisite Indian shawl, and handed it to Michael. He unfolded the woven artifact and placed it over her shoulders, allowing his arms to fold around her for a brief moment.

     “Thank you, sir,” she said, catching his eye as she glanced over her shoulder.

     When they reached the top of the stairway she stopped and set the alarm.

     They drove down the winding road. “This must be a scary drive in the winter with ice and snow on the ground,” Michael commented, shortly before he reached the bottom of the hill, and headed away from the bright lights of the ‘Strip’.

     “Everyone on the hill is up in arms about this road. We’re constantly trying to do something about it. It’s been going on for a long time. This time I’m heading up a committee to get some barricades installed along the edge. They probably won’t do anything about it until someone gets killed.” . . . . . . .

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