Dead Love
Linda Wells
Language: English
Pages: 263
ISBN: B00CBLEX9U
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When a terrorist attack is unleashed on a major US metropolitan area, the lives of a beautiful scientist, her military lover, and two FBI agents become intertwined. As the government races to contain the spreading damage and the FBI closes in on the perpetrators, the officer must choose between protecting his lover and the oath he took to defend his country.
A captivating suspense thriller full of sharp turns and surprising twists, Linda Wells’s story is so frighteningly real it could have been pulled off the day's headlines. Her deft handling of multiple viewpoints lends breadth and emotional depth that resonates long after the cover is closed.
As chilling as it is erotic and sexy, Dead Love will draw you in from page one as its relentless pacing drives toward its shattering climax.
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of the Kloveniers Doelen and the city’s famous “Nightwatch.” The streets in the area were crammed with hotels and boutiques and tourists and noisy little cars, along with the ubiquitous bikes. But the houseboat was strangely quiet inside, a splintery brown and red cradle rocking on the much-trafficked waters of the canal. I was lifted onto the deck by Albert, who handed me, just like a piece of luggage, over to Alain after he carefully handed over the black suitcase that Lou Lou had given me.
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very special thank you to Elaine and Bill Petrocelli, the entire staff at Book Passage, and the marvelous members of Left Coast Writers® for the constant company and enthusiasm for all things literary, and to all those who, like me, love and are fascinated by zombies. lwm
