Sixteen wacky personalities marooned on a tropical island, a series of diabolical challenges, a million dollar prize, sexual tension, ribald humor, romance, greed, paranoia...Castaway.
Castaway: where Survivor meets Gilligan's Island in The Twilight Zone. Sixteen men and women are stranded on a tropical island--with an intrusive camera crew and a psychotic producer, where they fight for survival, TV ratings, and a million dollar prize. The winner is anyone who loves thrill-a-minute misadventures, gut-busting laughs, and broad-minded women. The premise may be familiar, though the contestants are anything but, when a desperate network owner is hell-bent on blockbuster ratings and casts the show accordingly.
Shannon, a budding novelist and former network employee, falls deeply in lust with tall, dark, paranoid Ryan, a Kentucky survivalist who is determined to win. "The course of true love never did run smooth," Shakespeare said. Even he couldn't have imagined the road bumps Shannon and Ryan will encounter en route to love and hot monkey sex.
The women are not only star-crossed, but insect-infested and sand crab bitten. In this irreverent spoof, which focuses on an industry where nothing is as it seems, and no one can be trusted, Shannon and Ryan pull out all the stops to 'get the girl'--and win the prize. Join them as they discover the best thing about Paradise is each other.
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It was hot. Okay, not just hot. It was excruciatingly, brain meltingly, you've just left a sweaty ass print on every surface, 'God, my bra itches', hot and humid. Shannon scratched the item in question and seriously considered going au naturel for however many days she lasted on the island. She was just starting to warm to the idea when several cameramen moved closer.
The TV crew constantly scanned the castaways, hoping for something... anything that would make good film. Bender had offered a $2000 bonus to the first cameraman to capture a fight, another $1000 if it was between two women, and $1000 more if anyone lost their clothing. Somehow Shannon doubted that he meant the cameramen.
But the castaways weren’t fighting... they weren't even talking. They were pretty much keeping to themselves, nervously looking out across the ocean or leafing through the ‘Meet Your Fellow Castaways’ brochure that the production crew had passed out when they departed Borneo.
Shannon lifted her ponytail off the back of her neck, allowing the salty breeze to dry some of the perspiration that had gathered around her T-shirt collar. I might as well check out the bios and see who I’m stuck here with. She had taken a few moments to glance around at the other people on the deck. But they were still a bunch of nameless faces.
“Lazy bastards!” she hissed loudly, her eyes darting across the glossy brochure. The camera crew rushed over, hoping to film something interesting, only to have Shannon turn her back to them and face out toward the rapidly approaching island, as she continued to read.
“Cut!” a heavyset man snapped loudly, lowering his camera and shooing away the second shooter. “Look...” The man tugged his own brochure out of his back pocket and found Shannon’s face among the other castaways. “Ah... okay, Ms. Muldoon, here’s the deal: You signed a contract saying you would let us film you. You can’t keep turning your back every time we come around. So, give us a break here, all right?”
The young woman didn’t move.
“It’s really not a good idea to get on the camera crew’s bad side,” he added impatiently, his voice taking on a slightly menacing tone. “You don’t wanna know how big I can make your ass look, sweetheart.”
Shannon turned around very slowly and smiled her sweetest smile.
* * *
Ryan Stryker sat near the diving platform of the boat, as far away from the other people as possible. She couldn’t decide whether to turn her back to the ocean and risk a Navy SEAL coming up out of the water and attacking her, or to turn her back on the mangy-looking boat crew. So she kept spinning around in the seat, never staying in one position long enough for someone to get a clear shot. She was smarter than those government bastards.
“What’s up with her?” a young man asked his companion. Both looked exactly alike – tall, gangly, hair in the latest floppy style favored by the younger set, tips dyed blond for no apparent reason.
“Must have been a bad hit,” the floppier of the two replied. He reached up and scratched his arm where The Patch was securely fastened. Had it only been fifteen minutes since his last cigarette? Well, his second last cigarette. He had had his first last cigarette two hours ago when they left port. He figured he wouldn’t be able to bum another one off the crew at this point, so he reached into his backpack and pulled out another patch, affixing it to his other arm. Maybe that would help.
The engines died. Taking a deep breath and drawing out her Swiss Army knife, Ryan leaned over the edge of the boat, plunging her head into the warm tropical waters. She scanned the underbelly of the boat for the SEALs who she was sure had to have cut the gas line.
All she saw was a school of bright orange fish swimming past the nearby coral reef. She speared the nearest one with her knife.
Returning to the surface, Ryan shook the water from her hair, nailing an Asian woman, whom she immediately recognized as Yun-kyung from the ‘Castaway’ brochure, sitting six feet away. The woman looked up and saw the fish impaled on Ryan’s knife. “OHMIGOD!” she shrieked.
Ryan twirled around once. Twice. Nothing. “What? Where are they?” she asked breathlessly.
“You. Killed. A. Fish.”
Ryan squinted and eyed the ten-inch beauty. “Yeah. Haven’t you heard of sushi?” She brought it to her mouth and took a bite, spitting out the small bones as she chewed.
Yun-kyung leaned over the side of the boat and hurled.
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Description du livre Writers Club Pr, 2001. Paperback. État : New. Never used!. N° de réf. du libraire P11059515719X
Description du livre Writers Club Pr, 2001. Paperback. État : New. N° de réf. du libraire DADAX059515719X