GENRE: Romantic Suspense/Thriller
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BLURB:
A
maniac developing a fantastical drug wants one more thing to finalize the
project—a test subject who fits all the parameters. But that test subject is as
elusive as her namesake.
Ex-SAS operative Mitch
Edwards has been on the run since the moment he was framed for treason by
someone in the British government. But he’s never forgotten the flamboyant and
seductive CIA operative with the tongue of a thousand languages. In a bar in
Cancun, Mexico, Mitch comes face to face with her once more, and with her comes
the full force of her enemies.
Reinstated Hera Force
linguist and assassin, Nadia Roth, code named Phoenix, has no memory of Mitch
Edwards, or of their affair before her team’s disastrous mission. Her traumatic
brain injury is tricky that way. But something about this man sets her on fire
and tickles the back of her mind. Her Hera teammates remember him, so why can’t
she?
Mitch partners up with
Hera, with the sole intent of locating those hell-bent on killing him and all
who are associated with him. Yet more is at stake than their lives. A traitor
hides among their ranks, one who has been revealing all their secrets to an enemy
determined to procure this special drug and Nadia for his scheme.
Hera goes into
operation mode, doing what they were created to do, but someone is watching,
and the team finds themselves trapped behind enemy lines with no way out.
Will Nadia ever remember
the man she once loved, or will they perish with the secret between them?
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Buy Links:
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Exclusive Excerpt:
“Where are we?”
Nadia eased the huge SUV around the tight corner and pulled
into the abandoned lot. She spotted the tiny white box. Easing the beast’s nose
under the laser eye activated the door on an old garage. As it rolled up, she
drove the SUV forward and inside the garage. She parked as the door came down.
Shrouded in the dark, she killed the engine and relaxed.
“Nadia?”
“Shush, Mitchell. I need to let my brain rest.”
The Ramírez family shifted in the back, the kids having
wrung themselves dry of crying hours ago. Nadia had driven all night, taking
the longest and most open path she could to get to this old safehouse in
Chetumal. They were not far from the Mexico/Belize border. If the old papers
were still in the house, she might be able to get the family across the border
and to safety. Then she and Mitch would have to figure out their next steps.
“I’m hungry,” Diego whispered.
Nadia deflated. There would be no food in the house. It
wasn’t safe for any of them to go out and buy something. She lifted her head
from the head rest. She needed to amend that thought. It wasn’t safe for the
family, but she could do it.
“Camila, take the kids into the house. There should be beds
and blankets.” Nadia exited the SUV, and stretched battered and sore muscles.
Everyone piled out into the tiny garage and Matías led them
to the house.
Mitch circled the SUV, blocking Nadia’s escape. “Is this an
old CIA safehouse?”
“A really old one, but yes.”
“If they know who you are, wouldn’t you think they’d come
looking here?”
“Mitch, they don’t know a damn thing about this place. The
CIA quit using it years ago and conveniently forgot about it. So, no, no one is
going to come looking for us here.”
“And yet they found you at Ramírez’s home. Explain that
one.”
“Maybe it was you and your connection to the family that
brought them there. Did you think about that?” She pushed past him.
“Nadia, what are you going to do?”
With a hand on the door frame to steady her wobbly body, she
drew in a breath. “I’m getting some money. Then I’m going to go out and find us
some food. Once I’m done, I’m going to take a long nap.Then we’ll discuss our
options.”
“And if you wake up the other Nadia, then what?”
What did he mean by “the other Nadia?” Better to roll with
it.
“Then you explain to her what happened and hope she doesn’t
gut you.” To punctuate her answer she rapped the wood as she stepped inside.
Camila and the kids were bunked down in the only room with a
bed. Their tragic faces broke a piece of her heart. God, if only this hadn’t happened
to them. Nadia tucked her compassion into a corner and slammed a lid on it.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Winter Austin
perpetually answers the question: “were you born in the winter?” with a
flat “nope,”
but believe her, there is a story behind her name.
A lifelong
Mid-West gal with strong ties to the agriculture world, Winter grew up
listening to
the captivating stories told by relatives around a table or a campfire. As a
published
author, she learned her glass half-empty personality makes for a perfect
suspense/thriller
writer. Taking her ability to verbally spin a vivid and detailed story,
Winter
translated that into writing deadly romantic suspense, mysteries, and
thrillers.
When she’s not
slaving away at the computer, you can find Winter supporting her
daughter in
cattle shows, seeing her three sons off into the wide-wide world, loving
on her fur
babies, prodding her teacher husband, and nagging at her flock of hens to
stay in the
coop or the dogs will get them.
She is the
author of ten novels, with more on the way.
Find Winter on:
Website -
https://www.winteraustin.com
Facebook -
http://www.facebook.com/author.winteraustin
Twitter -
https://twitter.com/WinterAustin
Instagram -
http://www.instagram.com/iasuspensewriter/
Pinterest -
http://www.pinterest.com/winteraustin/
Goodreads -
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6880807.Winter_Austin
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4 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
Thank you for hosting!
this is a great cover! the book sounds really good
Sounds like a very good story.
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