BRACE FOR IMPACT!

Folks, no one is more excited than me. . . .

You’ve been clamoring for the sequel . . .

                                                    And here it comes!

A Sneak Peek at My New SpyFly Thriller!

CODE NAME: DODGER

MISSION 2

CARTEL KIDNAPPING

Here’s the 1-minute trailer!

 

Direct link: http://vimeo.com/capnaux/cndodger2

 

This book could best be described as a “SpyFly” thriller.

What can I say? I’m an avgeek like you, so Cartel Kidnapping has gobs of flying scenes!

Release date: 11/1/14!

—Flashback—

CNDodger Print New Cvr 8-13-LOCartel Kidnapping is the sequel to my first novel,

Code Name: Dodger

A Young Adult spy thriller for all ages!

Rebellious teen orphan Justin Reed and beautiful illegal immigrant Mira Dominguez must outwit Justin’s father’s killer—the evil spy Pharaoh.

Code Name: Dodger won First Place in Remington Literary’s Search for a Best First Young Adult Novel!

If you haven’t read the book, here’s the link:

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eBookhttp://goo.gl/9GykL

Here’s the crazy-wild 2 minute trailer, starring Yours Truly as CIA Agent Fagin!

Direct Link: http://vimeo.com/capnaux/cnd

What your fellow Aviation Blog Buddies had to say about Code Name: Dodger

An all time fun ride! I turned my bath cold wanting to see what happened next. The writing is excellent. The story fun. Absolutely engaging. Parents, buy this for your kids, they’ll love it!Karlene Petitt, pilot-author, Flight For Safety

Readers will cheer as Justin outsmarts criminal masterminds and government officials alike. Be prepared to lose some sleep because you won’t want to stop reading!Blog Buddy Jen_Nifer

This explosive novel from start to finish is a great book for kids and adults alike. Can’t wait for the second book in this series!NYCA Producer Mark Lawrence

CND Testimonies

. . . And the accolades for Cartel Kidnapping are beginning to pour in!

What do you get when you mix a 14-year-old CIA-trained orphan with a Mexican drug cartel, an undercover agent, two boats, two helicopters, a secret island and a small airplane? A rollicking fun read that will keep you on the edge of your seat! Ends in a shocking twist you won’t see coming. Packed with non-stop action – you will NOT want to put it down!Blog Buddy Jen_Nifer

Put your seatback in an upright position and brace yourself for DODGER 2! Cartel Kidnapping is a remarkable book! Soooo…Dodger 3…I can’t wait!Blog Buddy Deb L.

Even more action-packed than Code Name: Dodger. A spy thriller series with heart. Eric Auxier is the next Tom Clancy!Tawni Waters, Beauty of the Broken

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MISSION 2:

CARTEL KIDNAPPING

“Who is the great Agent, Artful Dodger?

Tell me now, and I kill you quick.”

   CIA Case Officer Bob Cheney is kidnapped, and Justin—aka the Artful Dodger—is forced to match wits with a drug cartel family’s brilliant teen prodigy, Luis Ocho.

   But Luis’s stunning teen sister Kiara is another story. Is she falling for Justin, or is this just another one of Luis’s diabolical tricks to lure the “great Agent Dodger” to his demise?

Once again, Justin must rely on his old street smarts—and his new CIA training—to face a ruthless enemy.

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In Mission 2, Justin must smuggle himself aboard a kidnapper’s luxury super yacht, the Dark Angel

Hungry for more? Here’s an excerpt!

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Jonny BeachPablo sat us down on a log in the middle of camp.  He jabbed a finger at us.

“No more trouble, or I shoot you both,” he warned.  A henchman held an uzi machine gun to our backs.

Pablo reached into his satchel and pulled out a walkie-talkie.  He held it to his lips and spoke, turning from us as he did.  He announced in Spanish, “Conquistador, this is Fisherman.  We have caught our limit, one whopper and one minnow.  Proceed inbound for extraction, these GPS coordinates.”

Luis barked to the others, “You two, come up the hill with me.  We must clear a landing site.”  Everyone left but Pablo and the guard at our back.

I looked questioningly at Bob.  With his eyes he motioned to his lap, directing my attention to his bound hands.  One covered the other so that only I could see his fingers.  Slowly, silently, he “spoke” in deaf sign language, forming letters with his fingers.  I had learned some basic sign during CIA communications training, so I easily read his message:  “Pharaoh’s Mexican contacts,” he spelled.

I tensed at the mention of Pharaoh.  “Smugglers?” I asked with my hands.  He nodded.

“What do they want?” I signed back.

“Revenge.”  A chill zapped down my spine.

My favorite part was the whole book!!!!!!-Aidan, Age 9

Pablo turned and faced us.

“We have plane coming.”  I raised my brows.  I knew he meant “helicopter,” but I didn’t bother correcting him.  He who holds the gun is always right.

Playing with his huge knife, Pablo slowly circled us.  Each time he went behind, it was all I could do to keep breathing.  At any moment, I expected the blade to be thrust through my back.

Finally, Pablo crouched down before Bob.  Slowly, menacingly, he played the buck knife across Bob’s cheeks, as if giving him a shave.

“So tell me, Agent Fagin,” he began, using Bob’s top secret CIA code name.  “Who is the great agent, Artful Dodger?”

I bit my tongue, trying my best not to react.  Bob stiffened, and tightened his lips.

Mallory_cover dark“Tell me now, and we save much time.  You die fast, no pain.  I might even let de little boy go free.  Minus a finger for a souvenir, hehehe.”  He slid the knife up and down Bob’s throat.  Bob flinched as the knife bit into his skin, drawing a trickle of blood.  “I know he must be biig boss man to bring down the great spy Pharaoh.  So big, there is no CIA record.  He not even exist.  So I know.  He big, big boss man.  So I ask:  who is the great Artful Dodger?  And what does he know about the Ocho organization, hmm?”  Bob stared straight ahead in defiance.

I wondered what Pablo would do if Bob told him the truth, that “the great Artful Dodger” was sitting right next to him.  A scrawny little orphan kid with hardly two cents to his name.  Probably laugh his head off, then take ours.

“Nothing to say?” Pablo asked.  “Gato got your tongue?”  He scooted over to squat before me.  “Maybe I give de little boy a deep shave and we find out muuuch quicker, hmm?”

I gasped.

“Pablo!” Luis shouted.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Pablo closed his eyes.  “Qué?” he answered without turning.

“Papa will take care of the interrogation,” Luis demanded in a sharp, angry voice.

“You’re the boss,” Pablo said, motioning for Bob and me to stand.  We obediently followed him up the hill.  The guard remained at our backs, machine gun ready.

I shut my eyes against the blast of dust as the chopper circled overhead, sizing up the landing area.  He finally decided to come up the river and through a cut in the trees next to camp.  The craft settled onto the bed of soft earth, green ferns and dry pine needles in front of us.

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A boat isn’t the only thing Justin smuggles himself aboard!

 “Get in.”  Luis shouted above the din of churning rotor blades. He prodded us onto the six seat chopper, boarding behind us.  I sat in the far corner from the door, facing rearward, with Bob next to me.  Pablo took an empty seat opposite us.  Luis slammed the door shut and threw himself in the seat opposite me.  Enraged, his eyes burned into mine.  I lowered my head, and sobered up to the desperate situation Bob and I were in.

Revenge, I thought to myself.  They—he—wants revenge.

  A guard squeezed in and sat by the door, next to Bob.  By the guy’s wide eyes and tense muscles, I could tell he’d never been in a helicopter before.  Neither had I, but I’d flown a lot.  The guard leveled a shaky pistol at us and clutched the arm rest with his other hand.

The whine of the turbine engines increased and the rotor blades began to whirl at blinding speed.  My guts sank as the helicopter lifted.

My son told me over and over how good it was, so I decided to read it. I didn’t put it down until I finished it!

The guard stiffened and whimpered, clutching tighter at the arm rest.  He stared longingly out the window in the door.  I traded glances with Bob; he’d noticed the guard’s distraction too.

If there was just some way to break free, and hide from the goons on the ground . . . .

Any escape had to come now.  Right now.

The pilot gingerly floated the craft between the trees and out over the rushing river.  We inched along downstream toward the pool next to camp.  Only ten feet above the water, I figured.  If we could just jump out and hide somewhere.  I had an idea.

I coughed loudly to get Bob’s attention, then nodded to my lap.  My hands were still bound at the wrists, so I covered one hand with the other and slowly signed the word, “R-I-V-E-R.”  I ended by pointing a thumb out the window.  Instantly my adopted father/CIA trainer caught my meaning.  He signaled back a countdown by slowly retracting each finger on one hand:  5-4-3-2-1.

Bob exploded into action.  He elbowed the guard in the chin then launched his entire body at Luis and Pablo.  I lunged for the door and popped it open.  The guard screamed and recoiled from the door, powerless to stop me in his panic.  I fell halfway out, but someone caught my legs.  I twisted around to see Luis snarling back, his hands an iron grip on my legs.

I hung out of the chopper at the knees, my back to the earth like an astronaut in a space capsule.  I writhed at Luis’ hold, but couldn’t break free.

I’m 50 years older than the target market, and I couldn’t put it down!

“Help me Georgio!” Luis shouted to the terrified guard.  The man hesitated, then aimed an unsteady pistol at me.  Luis turned back and yelled, “Reed, get in here or Georgio shoots you.”

The helicopter lurched as Bob knocked Pablo into the pilot.  Georgio dropped his gun and, screaming, grabbed for the arm rest.  The pistol clattered out of the cabin.  I grabbed wildly for it but missed.  The weapon sailed out and splashed into the waters far below.

The pilot fought to regain control as the two foes battled in his cockpit.  The chopper rocked and spun over the water, hovering dangerously close to the trees.  The pilot edged the ship toward an opening to lift out of the foliage.  The chance to escape was quickly fading.

We cleared the trees and the pilot gunned the throttle.  We shot skyward.  The g-force snapped me down against the hull, and the back of my head bashed the landing skid.  For a dazed moment I stared, upside down, at the river dropping away.  I blinked and shook off the vertigo, then turned back to Luis.  He struggled to pull me in, but the extra weight of the g-force was too much for him.

He shouted, “Georgio, you estupido, snap out of it and help me or I’ll shoot you myself!  Grab his other leg,” he commanded.  The guard reluctantly knelt on the floor and grabbed my ankle.  The two dragged me in.

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Kid overboard! Justin falls from the drug cartel’s chopper. Will he survive?

The helicopter rocked suddenly as Bob and Pablo fell struggling into the cockpit.  The ship dropped, and for a moment I felt weightless.  I used the motion to reach up and grab Georgio’s collar.

The pilot recovered and gunned it again, and earth dropped away.

Adios, Georgio!” I yelled, then yanked hard at his collar.  I kicked up into his stomach and flipped him over my head and out of the chopper.

“Ahh!” he screamed as he dropped away.  That left one leg free.

Adios, estupido!” I shouted at Luis.  Then stomped on his hawk nose with my heel.

“Aghh!” he cried, falling back into the cabin and letting go of my leg.  I realized, too late, that I was still more out of the helicopter than in.

I fell.  And fell.

I don’t think I ever want to try skydiving.

Without a parachute, that is.

It seemed like I plummeted forever, like in a dream.  Adrenaline rushed through me like the river rapids.  Time slowed, as it had the moment I took aim with my pistol at the Pharaoh.  The chopper’s rotor blades seemed to turn in slow motion.  I flapped my arms like the blades, trying desperately to spin around and at least hit whatever was below feet first.  One, two, three, four . . . twelve rotations of the rotor blades.

Impact.

I say again, Cartel Kidnapping has gobs of flying scenes!

So, sit down, strap in, hang on . . . and

BRACE FOR IMPACT!

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A scene from the dramatic conclusion of Cartel Kidnapping!

Cartel Kidnapping will be released November 1, in print & ebook, on Amazon.com!

Direct Link: http://amazon.com/author/ericauxier

A portion of ALL book proceeds go to benefit the orphan charities warmblankets.org and flyingkites.org

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