Is "Confessions of Eden" drawn from today's headlines, or are the headlines drawn from what little is visible of Eden's footprints?
WINNER: Pinnacle Book Achievement Award - Best Spy Thriller
WINNER: Literary Titan Book Awards - Gold Medal
"For fans of crime and espionage, 'Confessions of Eden' comes across as a tour de force in entertainment." ~ Romuald Dzemo, Readers' Favorite Book Reviews (5 STARS)
“Confessions of Eden is told in a powerful voice, featuring streams of consciousness that plunge readers into the protagonist’s turmoil. Fast-paced and filled with action, it is one of those books you feel compelled to read nonstop.” ~ Christian Sia, Readers’ Favorite Book Reviews (5 STARS)
Michelle Reagan—code name Eden—is the CIA Special Activities Division's newest covert action operator, an assassin, who struggles between wanting to succeed in her new profession for herself and her charismatic boss, and the moral quandaries of what she must do to innocent people who are simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Although she faces seemingly intractable decisions as she executes her missions across the globe, the adversary most difficult to overcome may very well be her own conscience.
Through it all, only one man has ever called her an 'assassin' to her face. Someday, if she has her way, she'll marry him—if she lives that long.
EVOLVED PUBLISHING PRESENTS a fast moving, intensely emotional, edge-of-your-seat thrill-ride. Where does the reality of today's veiled world of international espionage end, and the fictional story begin? That may be impossible to discern in "Confessions of Eden," an action-packed new addition to the great military espionage traditions of Tom Clancy, Robert Ludlum, Stephen Coonts, and Len Deighton.
BOOKS BY SCOTT SHINBERG:
Genre: FICTION / Espionage
The series has enjoyed some good movement thus far, and as of October 2021 is up to 4 books, with Books 5-6 planned and in the works for 2022. All the marketing programs will get kicked into high gear once the pandemic nonsense ends and the market gets back to at least close to normal. We have very high hopes for this series' success.
I held my pistol three inches from the back of her head and pulled the trigger for the second time that night. This time, my pull was quick and smooth.
She looked almost peaceful as she lay motionless, face down on the floor. A grotesque mixture of blood-matted brown hair strewn wildly about the floor and a dark burgundy stain spreading from the fatal head wound I had just caused jarringly interrupted the illusion of tranquility.
I fixated far too much that evening on my concern about ruining the resort villa’s rather bland beige carpet. Come on, Michelle, I reminded myself, focus on the plan, not on the body... or the blood.
With the obstacle—her—now out of the way, the silence of the empty bedroom drew my thoughts back to my primary target. I hadn’t heard Gutierrez for a while, so I peeked around the corner to see if he was already there. He was not.
The lifeless body lying at my feet held me spellbound. Standing over her, what I saw was a beautiful woman with thin, tanned legs in a short silver dress riding up on her more than she probably would have liked. I could see no hint of the belly wound caused by my first shot.
The tightening starting up again in my gut was interrupted by the sound of shoes tapping up the hardwood stairs outside the master bedroom. The noise yanked my attention away from my fascination with the dead woman. The bedroom door was pushed open with a tell-tale clunk.
I inhaled deeply and reminded myself that this was my reason for flying down to Aruba from Washington, DC, the previous morning. I kept my mental pep talk quick and to the point: Okay, Michelle, now!
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Isabela Riera
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Lia Garcia
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