a novel by David Hughes
Winner Award of Merit, Fiction, Writer’s Digest, 2001. “Tremendously compelling, fascinating throughout …well drawn characters.” – Writer’s Digest.
Corruption is everywhere—politics, business, religion —imbedded in the fabric of society. Pervasive. Permeating. Out of control. And in control. At least that’s how the story goes in Sacred Corruption. There lies behind the impenetrable curtain of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost a deadly strain of corruption and its lifeline is the sacred vow of confession. It manipulates everything from Wall Street to Main Street, from the White House to Indonesia, and from the Vatican to parish priests? It’s that corrupt. That ingrained. That frightening.
This is a tale of love and fear trapped in a multi-billion dollar vortex of murder and corruption. From the boardrooms of Manhattan to the seats of Capitol Hill and from the bedrooms of the Plaza to the sanctuary of Vatican City, the greed is immense, the sex manipulative and the power unforgiving.
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All Jennifer Anne Sloan—the once gangly kid from Davenport, Iowa—wants is success. But since achieving the stratosphere of the legal profession in New York she is discovering that life in the big pond is far from what she had expected. She had left the emptiness at home thinking the end of her rainbow would be somewhere between the East River and the Hudson. But the reality is incessant workloads, minimal accolades and marginal connections. Until her connection to Dale Arnason, the quintessential investment banker. He puts billion dollar deals together like kids build Lego and he’s on the verge of his biggest; the hundred and fifty-five billion dollar acquisition of Ballantyne International—a military-defense and technology conglomerate. He’s fascinating. She’s in love. But suddenly, her euphoria goes into free fall as the corruption behind the Ballantyne merger becomes deadly and Dale turns from ardent lover to evasive suspect. And a blackmail-albatross, a ten year old, love affair drags her inextricably into the labyrinth. Back in Chicago, she had had an unrequited love. Unbridled. Unmentionable. A love that could never be shared with the outside world.