Jo In The Jungle

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-4874-4266-8

Page :141

Word Count :39028

Publication Date :2024-11-29

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Available Formats : Jo In The Jungle (prc) , Jo In The Jungle (pdf) , Jo In The Jungle (mobi) , Jo In The Jungle (epub)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Romantic Suspense and Mystery , Romance

Product Code: 978-1-4874-4266-8

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Lost in the Amazon jungle, Jo Archer finds love and adventure saving the Amazon rain forest.

Jo Archer, stunt woman, making a film in the Amazon jungle, loses her co-star and is stranded alone in the jungle. Eduardo, local tribesman takes her to his village. They make love and with the help of the tribesmen defeat the evil Anton Vargas who is destroying the trees. With a new awareness of the need to save the Amazon, Jo returns home using the film to promote awareness of the fate of the Amazon.

The sun hadn't yet climbed to its zenith, and already Massive Film Studios was a hive of activity. Sunlight glinted off the sleek glass facades of the modern buildings, where inside, dreams were cut from the raw fabric of imagination and stitched into celluloid realities. The air buzzed with the electricity of creativity. It was a cacophony of shouted directives, the clatter of equipment and the symphony of a thousand details converging into the spectacle of movie magic.

"All right, people, let's get this set ready to roll in twenty!" bellowed a voice that seemed to both command the chaos and be an intrinsic part of it.

Amidst this orchestrated bedlam, Jo Archer walked with a purposeful stride, her slender build cutting through the crowd like a sleek vessel under sail. The studio lot was her ocean, and she navigated it with the sure-footedness of a seasoned sailor. Her short, wavy dark brown hair framed her face—a visage marked by determination and softened only by the vibrant green eyes that sparkled with an almost mischievous light. Those eyes scanned her surroundings, missing nothing, always alert, always calculating.

"Jo! Hey, Jo over here!" called a fellow crew member, waving a clipboard in the air.

She turned, her movements fluid, her gaze locking onto the source of the call. "What's up, Danny?" she asked.

"Martin wants you on set pronto. Something about tweaking the next scene before we shoot," Danny replied, handing her a revised script.

"Thanks," Jo said, flipping through the pages with practiced ease. As she read, her mind began crafting the movements, visualising each beat of action with the clarity of a director framing a shot. She could feel the adrenaline already beginning to simmer, her muscles tensing in anticipation.

"Looking sharp, Jo," a grip commented as he hauled a heavy camera rig into position.

She flashed a grin, bright and self-assured. "You’ve got it, Rick. Got to be ready for anything in this business."

Indeed, readiness was Jo's creed, her constant companion. She had long ago learned that success in the fickle world of film required more than talent—it demanded resilience, adaptability, and an unwavering belief in one's own abilities. These were the thoughts that accompanied her every step as she made her way to where Martin would be waiting, where her next opportunity to shine beckoned.

With a final glance at the script, Jo tucked it under her arm and quickened her pace. Each click of her boots on the concrete was a metronome ticking down to the moment of action—the moment she lived for.

Silhouetted against a sky painted in hues of a bruised peach, Jo stood on top of the replica of a skyscraper. The wind tugged at her dark brown hair, now a wild cascade of rebellious waves, and she could feel the familiar itch of exhilaration prickle under her skin.

"Cameras rolling in three...two..." called out a voice from below.

"Action!" bellowed the director.

With the grace of a panther, Jo launched herself into the void. Her body, a parabola of precision, cut through the air while the ground rushed up to meet her. There was no room for fear, only the surety that every twirl, every controlled flail, was an act of defiance against gravity itself. And just like that, she landed—a cat's soft pounce—on the waiting airbag below, sending a cloud of dust swirling into the afternoon light.

"Cut! That's a wrap on the stunt! Fantastic, Jo!" cheered a voice, its gruff timbre unmistakable even amidst the eruption of applause from the crew.

She rolled off the airbag with ease. Standing to greet her was Martin Spencer, her stunt boss, the embodiment of rough-hewn leadership. His short-cropped grey hair gave him a distinguished look, his face suggested a man who enjoyed life to the full.

"Didn't know you were watching," Jo said, brushing off remnants of her aerial descent.

"Wouldn't miss it," Martin replied, a half-smile warming his stern features. "You've got guts, Jo. I always say that."

"Thanks, Martin." She shrugged modestly, but inside, Jo felt a surge of pride. Praise from Martin wasn't given lightly, it meant you had truly earned it.

"Sure, keep it up, and one day we won't be using that airbag anymore," he teased, but his eyes held respect.

"Or maybe I'll just learn to fly.”

"Ha! With your talent, kid, I'd believe it," Martin chuckled, clapping a hand on her shoulder. He glanced around the set, his gaze taking in the carefully orchestrated chaos with a veteran's appreciation. "All right, let's get this cleaned up. We're burning daylight!"

As the crew leaped into action, Jo watched Martin melt into the background, his presence an unwavering constant. Even when he wasn't visible, she could sense his guiding hand steering her ship through turbulent waters. He demanded excellence, instilled courage, and above all else, believed in the potential of his team.

"Hey, Jo!" called a grip, tossing her a water bottle. "Keep hydrated."

"Right," she said, unscrewing the cap and taking a long drink. She could still feel Martin's pat on her shoulder.

As she gazed across the lot, watching the bustling crew getting ready for the next shot, a voice boomed behind her, causing a few heads to turn. Martin Spencer emerged from the shadows. His face was set in its usual serious expression, but the twinkle in his eye betrayed an undercurrent of excitement.

"Walk with me," he said, gesturing towards a quiet corner of the studio lot.

Their footsteps echoed on the concrete as they made their way past the flurry of activity. Jo's mind raced with possibilities, each more thrilling than the last. Could it be a new stunt? A promotion? She felt the familiar flare of adrenaline she associated with imminent challenge.

"Ever heard of Jo in the Jungle?" Martin asked, watching her closely.

"Of course. It's the latest buzz. An adventure epic, right?" She tilted her head, searching his face for clues.