From Bestselling Kindle Author Kristen James Seasoned covert operative Jeff Ivanov knows something is stirring in paradise. His never ending antics and perchance for romance got him a two year leave, aka paid vacation, to his childhood home of Kauai. The Garden Island, however, is a hotbed of nationalities with hidden national agendas. Even while enjoying the island Aloha life, he can’t miss the gorgeous Russian ladies flirting with scientists and engineers from Kauai Missile Base. When his old team members start to show up, the party’s on. Of course their mission isn’t condoned or even recorded. The Na Pali Seven do not exist. As the son of a US Naval Captain and a Russian born professor, his role is to use his Russian connection to block the Russians from getting too close to the enamored scientists. The assignment gets real easy when Anya saunters into the bar and into his sights. They play the game together but emotions are dangerously real. The Na Pali Seven could be responsible for stopping the largest and most devastating attack on US soil and Ivanov might be falling for the enemy. ************* Sneak Peaks: I hit the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of me, which hasn’t happened in a good while. I freed my hands to fight her off, but she had a weapon ready. The knife hit my throat instantly. She’d maneuvered on top of me before I could react and had gotten the upper hand, completely surprising me. Everything stopped. Holding my hands out in surrender, I felt the blade on my throat and heard my own raspy breathing as I lay there completely helpless, trying to pull in a gulp of air. It might be my dying breath. She may have smiled right then. But she didn’t kill me instantly, providing me with a tiny light of hope. I could possibly get my hands to the knife to fight her off before she cut deep enough to bleed me out. Then again, I might have a better chance of talking my way out. **************** Now that I was walking away from the lights and activity by myself, the guards hurried to catch up to me, seeing their opportunity. Suddenly I wondered if Brinks really was a good shot. I listened to their footsteps following me and stopped, set my glass on the ledge, and turned just enough to flash the shaka at them. I barely heard the shots. Both men slumped to the floor. I hurried to them, grabbed an ear piece from one, and pushed both bodies overboard. I straightened, picked up my glass, and pretended to be looking out to sea in case anyone had a reason to walk my way. When I placed one of the guard’s ear pieces in my free ear, I immediately heard a foreign language. Farsi. I didn’t understand it, but maybe I’d be able to pick up on something if they switched to English or Russian. To Brinks, I said, “Excellent shot, Brinks, for an old Marine Corp sniper. Next time, a little closer to the temple . . . but then again that’s good for a Marine. I’ll have some of the Navy Seals teach you later.” I smiled and held up my glass in a mock solute. The glass exploded.
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Book Description CreateSpace, 2012. Paperback. Book Condition: Brand New. 208 pages. 8.00x5.00x0.52 inches. This item is printed on demand. Bookseller Inventory # zk1478228091