Sudden Death by Michael Balkind

by Michael Balkind
(New York)

Sudden Death
Reid Clark is a pro golfer at the top of the leader board during the PGA tour; he’s also a hothead with a reputation for trouble. Reid receives a death threat right before teeing off on the final day of the Master’s Tournament, and hires a P.I. to track down the perpetrator.

Suspense builds throughout as Reid tries to compete in one of golf’s most prestigious contests…and woo the woman he loves…while dodging death at every turn. For golfers, sports fans and mystery lovers in general, Sudden Death will score big.

Reviews
James Patterson
"You like golf, you like murder mysteries -- then Sudden Death is your book!"

Clive Cussler
"Pure fun, pure intrigue. The action never stops till a fascinating climax."

Country Club Quarterly magazine
"Michael Balkind intrigues golf enthusiasts far & wide with his first suspense novel.
"Wrought with danger, mystery and a bit of golf, this page-turner will keep you on the edge
of your seat."

Excerpt
Plunk. The unique sound of Reid Clark’s golf ball hitting the bottom of the cup was without question the most satisfying sound he could hear. But in this case he had to settle for the roar of the massive crowd as he sunk his twelve-foot putt, winning his sixth PGA tournament this season. The intense pleasure, undeniably the best high a professional golfer can experience was surging through Reid.
Another win in his pocket, another cool million in his bank account. No longer was money the goal. Now it was the win, only the win. The adrenaline rush was all consuming.
After the trophy presentation, Reid wanted to get back to the hotel. He quickly changed in the locker room doing his best to avoid the press and the crowds. Nothing irritated him more than cameras flashing in his face.
He made it all the way to the parking lot before a paparazzo jumped out from between the cars almost hitting Reid with his lens before snapping his picture.
Enraged, Reid reached out, snatched the camera and launched it over his shoulder. The photographer watched in horror as his camera smashed onto the pavement.
Consumed with fury, Reid pushed the Paparazzo. “Maybe next time you’ll stay a little further away.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” yelled the photographer as he returned Reid’s shove.
As Reid wound up to hit the guy, his arm was grabbed at the pinnacle of his backswing.
Holding Reid’s arm in his vice like grip, Buck Green, Reid’s agent, hissed, “Down boy. Walk away now!”
It took a moment but Reid took a lung filling breath and slowly let the steam escape through his nose. All the while his eyes fixated on the paparazzo in an evil stare. He turned abruptly and walked away with Buck to their car.
“Man, you certainly know how to ruin a good day, don’t you?” seethed Buck.
“Fuck you. You know sometimes you’re just like my mother, you don’t know when to stop.”
“You bastard! I just saved your ass from another probable law suit and this is the thanks I get?”
“Why can’t the paparazzi just stay out of my way?”
“Because it’s their job and you need to smarten up and get used to it already.” Buck turned to look around. “I only hope no one saw it this time. Let’s get out of here.”


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