Book Description

What if there was a technology so scary, reality seemed like your worst nightmare? No going back. Burned spy Tasha Shivko must rescue her brother from a Siberian prison and the only person who can help is her former partner Matt Kincaid. But Matt, once himself held captive in a Siberian prison, has no intention of returning to that God-forsaken place. An evil plot. Before his arrest, Tasha's brother managed to smuggle information out of Russia about a terrorist plot using a nanovirus developed by a dirty scientist. Code name: Zombie Virus-when injected it leaves its victims helpless to resist any command. The clock is ticking. Learning of the imminent terrorist threat, ex-FBI agent turned spymaster Dave Armstrong realizes Tasha's brother has critical information vital to thwart the plot. Dave entices Matt to join them and also pulls in Mafia princess Marisa Peruzzo who is now a reluctant mob boss. Marisa's job: set up a deal with a Russian mobster who has the contacts they need to set their trap. Marisa isn't that hard to convince; unbeknownst to Dave, she has her own vendetta. Will they succeed? From New York to Russia, from Alaska to Siberia, as they work to unravel the terrifying plans of an intricate criminal network, the small but loyal team is pushed to the Edge of Trust. Click buy now to continue the journey! Or still undecided? Scroll down to read an excerpt. **** EXCERPT: The MiG came into sight. Niko saw it first. “MiG’s on our tail.” “Thanks for that.” Matt put the small aircraft into a dive. Tasha’s stomach dove with it. Matt flew as close to the ground as he could, staying just high enough to miss the trees. If they were shot down, at least they wouldn’t have far to crash. Not flying in a straight line, Matt weaved in and out the top branches of the trees, up and down, using military strafing maneuvers. Tasha felt like she was on a roller-coaster. The MiG, flying at a speed much faster than the small plane, flew over them. “Dave send those coordinates yet?” Matt asked. Tasha checked her phone. “No, not yet.” Now, the MiG was now coming straight at them. “Let’s play chicken,” Tasha suggested. “Crazy woman.” Matt shook his head. “But smart. Hang on.” He pulled back on the yoke and the airplane rose at an alarming rate, pressing Tasha back into her seat. “Um . . . I was just joking. You know my sense of humor.” The plane kept gaining altitude until the MiG was directly in their line of sight. “Matt. Sarcasm. It was only sarcasm. I wasn’t serious. If the pilot gets over the shock, he’s going to blow us out of the sky.” Tasha could imagine bullets ripping through the windshield. “He’s got to get over the shock first,” Matt said. He didn’t waiver, but flew steadily toward the MiG. Little plane facing off with big bad-ass military jet. Tasha couldn’t imagine a scarier sight. “What the hell? Are you going to wait until you can see the white of his eyes?” Matt laughed, crazily enough seeming to enjoy himself. Flashbacks from his military days, perhaps? “Going down.” He put the plane into another sharp dive. Down, down, down. He was so focused his face looked like a granite statue. The MiG shot over the top and disappeared behind them. Only trouble was, Tasha’s stomach was still going up, up, up. It was possible she was going to lose the food she’d eaten earlier. “How the hell do you do this for a living?” “What happened to my tough woman?” “Your woman? I’m sure I’ll need to analyze that when I’m not about to barf.” She held onto her head, took deep lung-expanding breaths through her nose. He tossed her a glance. “You are looking a little green, baby.” She only managed a sideways glance. “Call me baby again, and I’ll cut out your tongue.” **** Will Tasha cut out Matt's tongue? Can Matt outfly the MiG? Scroll up and click buy now to find out. 408 pages, 121,500 words