Cruisin’ with Vengeance – A Thrilling Masterpiece!

“Buy A Ticket and Ride the Thrills”

Cruisin’ with Vengeance – a thrill at sea and on land. Author, Roosevelt Mompremier, writes an exceptional thriller from start to finish. The reader is introduced to Rick Solomon, a man falsely accused of rape. After doing hard time in Miami Federal Correctional Institution, he is finally released. After enduring countless beatings and vile degradation, he emerges with rage and furry against his accusers.

In a perfect society, there would be no place for a corrupt judicial system – racism, etc. However, we live in a far less than perfect world and Mr. Mompremier introduces the reader to some of the darkest and most self-absorbed individuals, which in reality – do indeed exist. His plot is well played out and his use of gritty dialogue (where required) is superb. The author describes each character in great detail – so much so, leaving the reader to feel as if they could pick any one of them out of a lineup.

Cruisin’ With Vengeance is a story about greed, lust, addiction, murder, and revenge. However, it is much more than just another intriguing thriller, it is a thriller with a positive message of how important forgiveness truly is – even under direst circumstances. As well, it is obvious Mr. Mompremier did his research while creating this thrilling masterpiece, as his knowledge of cruise ships and our legal system are depicted with great accuracy in his writings.

So buy your ticket and get on board Cruisin’ With Vengeance, it’s a hell of a ride you will not soon forget!

Roosevelt Mompremier, a humanitarian, a native of Haiti, is also the author of Cruisin’ With The Dreamers. If you love a great thriller, I highly recommend reading this talented author’s work.

Review by Barbara Watkins, author of ‘Nightmares&Daydreams’

Another Project

I was just thinking this evening about the name, Roosevelt Mompremier. What a handle! I was replying to another wannabe novelist and I brought up your name, and I did a double-take, pondering what this other person – way out in Iowa or North Dakota, I forget which at the moment, would make of that name, Roosevelt Mompremier. President Roosevelt, FDR, furthered the movement toward a true democracy in America. Premier he was among politicians beneficial to the people, the populace at large. And I came home to the TV images out of Quebec City, the people against the multinationals. And I wondered if this struggling novelist named Roosevelt Mompremier had any passion to contribute to this, the growing conflict between far-out flights into dark spaces of transnational capitalism and the need of human beings way down here on the sunny ground. –R. Gover, Bestselling author, 04-21-2001

Vengeance – excerpt

Rick was home. The house had not changed. It was a charming duplex
with decoratively carved shutters, bars on the windows, scalloped fascia,
wisteria creeping here and there, and sweetheart roses twined around the
front porch. A six-foot statue of the Virgin Mary holding Jesus watched over
the gate. Rick ran up to the doorstep and rang the bell. When the inner door
swung open, he was greeted by Granny’s barking dog. Granny squinted out
through the screen door, smiled, and then unlocked the door.

Vengeance Opening Scene

Spring 1994 At eight-thirty Friday morning, twenty-nine years old Rick Solomon was dismissed from the Miami Federal Correctional Institution, a pent-up rage within him. A rage that scorched his firm body from head to toe. What he felt was no ordinary hate or anger; it was something much deeper, much darker than even he could understand. He’d just done time for a crime he didn’t commit and was filled with such a burning lust for revenge, he could barely contain it. He was five feet and eight inches tall, weighted 160 pounds of pure muscle. He had brown hair, brown eyes, a round face and an easy smile. As he walked out of his cell, Mosby, a neighboring inmate shouted, “Hey! Another innocent man is escaping.” Laughter erupted from the nearby cells. Rick went solid, his muscles stretched as his cold look hid his desire to cripple Mosby for life. “You wouldn’t have said that if I wasn’t getting out!” Mosby opened his mouth to smile with a mishmash of gnarled yellow teeth. “Bye, sweet meat. I’ll miss you.” The guard broke up the moment. “Shut up, Mosby. I’ll bring you back fresh meat that’s not so tough.” The other prisoners continued to laugh. Rick looked at the guard as his fists started flexing again, wanting to hit him just one time for old time’s sake. “You wouldn’t have said that either.” The guard barked back, “Hey! Get your stuff. They don’t let you out of prison every day.” The guard looked into the cell. A series of hand drawn caricatures of women with various parts of their torsos missing were sketched no higher above Rick’s bed, then if he had drawn them as he was lying prone. During his years in prison, Rick Solomon did not dream, he drew. Several of the drawings on the wall have had their bodies completely inundated with jabs marks from some sharp instrument. “What about your girlfriends on the ceiling?” Three different newspaper clippings of three women were taped to the ceiling. A faded headline alongside the pictures read, Justice Is Served. It also had multiple jab wounds. Rick was impatient. “Keep the bitches. They’ve already given me enough wet dreams.” By the time Rick stepped onto the pavement, he was on the verge of tearing himself in two. His rage had built to such a high peak; he could actually feel the green dragon rise up. I’m going to find the female scum and her friends and exact my pound of flesh. But he suppressed the urge and fled because if he thought once more about the beatings and the vile degradation he’d suffered, his anger might grow beyond containment and hysteria of a sort might grip him. Now he realized that the clause in the Pledge of Allegiance that mentioned “and liberty and justice for all” was sheer nonsense and hogwash. Because if he had been falsely locked up for a crime he didn’t commit, it meant the judicial system in America was undeniably wrong. In order for justice to be served, one cannot rely on authorities; they were too damn slow, some too racist and had too much paperwork to begin with. You have to make it personal, take justice into your own hands, bypass the screwed-up system entirely, become an outlaw and punish harshly, very harshly any scumbag who trespassed against you.

Seeking Revenge on the Ship, Redemption

Mompremier’s second novel takes readers on a cruise not soon to be forgotten.

A falsely accused man is set free and seeks retribution aboard the cruise ship Redemption in Cruisin’ with Vengeance.

In my second novel, Rick Solomon is accused by Rachel Tolar and her friends of rape. But there is one problem — he didn’t do it. While in prison, he changes for the worse after experiencing degradation and abuse. Now he wants to get back at the girls responsible for placing him in a living hell.

Cruisin’ with Vengeance depicts how the judicial system had blatantly railroaded Rick Solomon despite his innocence. This is a story about the darker side of vengeance and the importance of forgiveness — before it’s too late. It’s witty, sexy and inspirational. People from Florida to Florence can relate to the imaginative nature of this chronicle.
Solomon first gets his chance at revenge on Tolar’s friends. After seeing this take place, she boards Redemption to escape this dangerous man — not knowing that Solomon is aboard the ship. But she will have some help in trying to survive. A veteran of the Miami Shores Police Department, Ross Leblanc, is on the ship trying to get a break from the dangers on land thanks to the support of his co-workers.

But unfortunately, this cruise is dangerous for everyone aboard. Add in a late surprising twist and Cruisin’ with Vengeance is sure to make readers on cruise ships look for a way to shore.

Cruisin’ With Vengeance

Vengeance. All Rick Solomon craved was vengeance. Nothing more and certainly nothing less. Vengeance was his business. Only his. Those who had trespassed against him would be harshly punished. And he would waste thousands of lives, or even the whole world if necessary. That was the extreme to which he was driven.