The heroines
They are deviously brilliant, determined, bold to the point of self-sacrifice, if that’s what it takes to get their man. They have grit and the willingness to succeed, undeterred by adversity or challenge. Yet they’re deeply flawed, their inner turmoil fueling their strength and driving their personal growth. And they sometimes partner with some amazing heroes, too.
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Leslie Wolfe has a wonderful ability to make you feel as if you were right there watching the events unfold in this fast paced and nail-biting thriller.
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She looked alive, her hair drifting freely in the water, her red lips gently parted, as if to let her final breath escape. A small locket floated by her face, attached to her neck with a silver chain…
“Please, not in front of my daughter,” she pleaded. “She’s just a little girl.”
He leaned closer, so close she felt his heated breath on her face. The blue jays that had been filling the valley with their chirping fell silent all at once when the woman’s cry ripped through the clear mountain air…
Where her daughter had played Gretel in front of a cheering audience, only two faint stage lights remained. The theater was deserted and eerily silent; the only sound she could hear was her own heart, pounding in a frenzy against her chest.
Paige was gone. They’d taken her little girl.
The sea didn’t have her long enough to ravage her broken body. Her beauty is still intact, her pale lips slightly parted in the memory of her last breath, her dark hair clinging to her face in long, wavy strands. Every inch of her skin bears testimony of her terrifying fate at the hands of the man who never expected her to be found.
Her body is frozen, unable to move. Her eyes are locked on the blood leaving her body in a steady string of droplets, collecting in the bone ash porcelain bowl engraved with intricate gold leaves. Her parted lips let out a shriek that no one hears. He just smiles and wipes her tears with cold fingers.
Her body, naked and crushed under the weight of the cold, desert rocks that had been her tomb, while she still drew breath. Her eyes, blue as the deep desert sky at dawn, stared into the distance, blurred with tears. Her lips remained immobile, although if I listened hard enough, I thought I heard her scream.
How can you outrun a killer you won’t see coming?
After a high-profile model is found dead, FBI Special Agent Tess Winnett finds it hard to accept the findings that it was suicide and pushes for an investigation. But as she delves into the case, she uncovers things she never expected to find.
Espionage has a new dimension. Everyone is gettable.
Cold War II has started with a vengeance. Or, as the American president calls it, Cold War 2.0, reflecting the impact technology has in the new age of espionage. The United States is now in the crosshairs of a renewed, unstoppable enemy intelligence operation.
Here, at home, the enemy has a new target. We know the day of the attack, Election Day.
We know very little else.
It is a presidential election year and things are changing. America is overhauling its voting system, making room for modern processes and innovative technologies, but also for conspiracies and murder.
