Former Recon Marine Nick Carter is a man with a dark history of emotional and physical scars. He works for the PROJECT, a covert counter-terrorism unit reporting to the President. Selena Connor is a beautiful, strong and skilled linguist. When her wealthy uncle is murdered by someone looking for an ancient book about the elixir of immortality, she's thrown into Nick's dangerous world.
Nick is assigned to protect Selena and help her recover the missing text. It's the beginning of a life and death adventure that covers the globe. Someone is determined to take over China and attack America--and Nick and Selena are right in the line of fire.
International intrigue, terrorist acts, and the threat of nuclear war form the core of this fast-paced thriller, the first volume in a series featuring Nick, Selena and the PROJECT.
White Jade currently has 4.4 stars on Amazon with 617 reviews. Consistently ranks in the top ten of sveral different catgories. Book 1 in a successful award winning series.
Chapter One
The dream splintered into shards of red and black, a kaleidoscope gone wrong. William Connor sat up gasping for air and waited for his heart to stop pounding. The green numerals on the clock by his bedside read two-thirty in the morning.
Something wasn't right.
Had he set the alarms?
After a moment he got out of bed and shrugged on a robe. He moved to the stairs of his San Francisco home. Below, a pool of yellow light from a single desk lamp spilled across the polished wooden floor. The rest of the room was in darkness.
His old body protested as he descended the stairs. He started toward the alarm box. A large man stepped from the shadows and blocked his way. Connor's heart skipped a beat and settled to erratic thumping.
"You! What are you doing here?"
Strong arms grabbed Connor from behind and wrestled him to the chair by his desk. Someone wrapped tape around him. The robe fell open, exposing his pale genitals. He was helpless.
"Is it money? I have money. Tell me what you want."
The large man loomed over Connor. He smelled unpleasant, a greasy smell of testosterone and stale sweat.
"Yes, money. And I want the book."
"What book?"
The large man slapped Connor across the face, a casual blow.
"The book. The one from Bhutan."
Connor tasted blood. "It's not here!"
"Then you will tell me where it is. First, the money. I want the account numbers and access codes."
William Connor was a rich man. Access to those accounts gave control over hundreds of millions of dollars.
"Who are you?"
"I am your worst nightmare. Tell me what I want or I will hurt you."
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