MK Lukman: "The Mysterious Woman", Part 2. Excerpts of Chapter 1. PIERCING EYES

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
(Free-Press-Release.com) November 26, 2009 -- PIERCING EYES (a compellingly romantic, suspenseful, poignant novel) comprises 35 chapters, a preface, preamble, prologue, and an epilogue. Copyright 2009 by MK Lukman. All Rights Reserved! Hardcover-edition: 6-1/2" w x 9-1/2" h x 1-1/2" d. List-price: $29.95 (USA); $35.65 (Canada); ~$59.90 (Barbados). ISBN: 978-0-9602660-2-9. Library of Congress Control Number: 2009902296. Page-length: ~675; avrem_group@ yahoo.com

Disclaimer:

"This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and/or territories (mentioned herein) are products of the author's imagination; and, thus, are used only fictitiously in the entire novel, including the following excerpt. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, and/or persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental. This is a work of parody, as defined by the Fair Use Doctrine. Any similarities, without satirical intent, to copyrighted characters, and/or individuals (living or dead) are purely coincidental." Provided by Avrem Enterprises Group, Inc.: the publisher.

Text:

Feeling particularly encouraged, “PJ” began to reflect on a number of interesting prospects: a short trip to Boston, Massachusetts; a one-week holiday in Europe: Paris, London, and Berlin; tie up some last-minute loose ends; an audience with two or three members of Alimnosam’s executive board—and its human resources department—so as to consolidate some rather minute details of his corporate application-process. He admired the hero-like roles of men who wielded a great deal of power—in politics, law, and economics! He was passionate, and determined; a sort of visionary, with a good deal of patience and humility as well as very strong, inter-cultural sensitivity. He'd always felt that the business-world was his utmost calling. Nothing else!

Once again, he was thrust there: in that 'all-too-familiar' place where only he could psychically prostrate himself as if he were lying, in the still of the night, on his lush queen-sized bed; gazing up—with the fingers of both hands tightly interlaced beneath his nape—at the high vaulted-ceiling in his Greenwich Village sixth-floor pied-à-terre, reflecting on the stunning woman whom he'd recently met on CPW; modestly obscuring her exotic beauty beneath a partially revealing, blue shawl—draped across her face in an almost oblique fashion—as though she were a rigidly orthodox, Islamic convert.

'How quaint'! Others must have curiously wondered—with a passing glance.

Night and day, "PJ" repeatedly thought of her; fantasizing of the possibilities—courtship, engagement, marriage, family, a beautiful home—a mansion, even!

Nonetheless, he untiringly practised his proposal; a sort of dress-rehearsal for asking her out on a dinner-date. How simple! Yet difficult, it seemed; coming from a man, whose 'game'—in the environs of Vanbergen and mostly elsewhere—was generally 'off the hook'. Somewhat unsure of himself, his ambivalence—albeit stressfully peculiar for someone of his seeming maturity and intellect—incr