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- Herausgeber: Paraquel Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Christmas is coming…his goose is getting cooked.
DHS Agent Tal Bannerman is about to become a dad and all he wants for Christmas is a day at home with his round-bellied wife.
But after witnessing the vaporization of an entire village targeted by a new type of WMD, Tal flies to Alaska with an impossible mission and less than 24 hours to complete it—secure the weapon, save the town of North Pole, and shut down a diabolical auction that could destroy the world.
If you enjoy lightning-paced stories with a Mission Impossible meets Get Smart vibe, get ready to love the Tal Bannerman thrillers!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
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Green Storm Rising
A Tal Bannerman Thriller
Joslyn Chase
Contents
Green Storm Rising
Eluf crouched inside the tiny hut, coaxing fire into the frozen twigs and bits of paper he’d tossed into the pot belly of the ancient iron stove. It slumped in the corner like an old man gone to fat, creaky with age and temperamental. At last, a few licks of flame rose and caught on the kindling with a gentle crackle, giving Eluf hope for a nice blaze by the time Betina arrived.
He turned and surveyed the pile of quilts and blankets stacked on a mattress in the opposite corner. On the other hand, the cold might drive her more quickly beneath the sheets and that suited him fine. The thought of Betina’s skin beneath his fingertips, her lips, roughened by the arctic winds, moving along his collarbone and up to nip at his earlobe, made his breath come faster and he watched the vapor puff out of him like a dragon’s breath.
He would be like a dragon in bed tonight.
But they had to be careful. Meeting like this, in secret and only once or twice a month, made Eluf all the hungrier for her. But it had to be like this. At least, until they could figure out what to do about Betina’s husband.
Eluf plumped the pillows on the low mattress, wrinkling his nose at the smell of unwashed bedclothes that wafted up from the tangle of blankets. Ah well, nothing he could do about it now. He scooped the binoculars from the seat of an old wooden chair and stepped outside.
The midnight sky rose above him, green and magnificent, shifting lights as magical as fairy dust. Greenland, in December, always brought the Northern Lights and their brilliance allowed him to see through the binoculars. Not sharp detail, as in daylight, but he could make out the village below and see smoke rising from chimneys, the outlines of shops and houses, the church steeple and village maypole like two masts of a great ship against a heaving emerald sea.
And in the nearer distance, a dark figure moving up the hillside to meet him, her alluring curves hidden beneath layers of coats and sweaters. He looked forward to removing every one of them.
The dancing lights above him brightened and sharpened, their radiance becoming harsh in a way he’d never seen before. He shielded his eyes, but the glow intensified into a searing flame of color that tore through the sky like Thor’s firebolt.
Eluf squeezed his eyes shut and sheltered his head beneath his arm. The storm of brilliant color passed with a boom he felt in his gut, though he heard nothing. The sky now was white, washed clean. He focused the binoculars downhill and was relieved to see Betina hurrying toward him.
Shifting his gaze to the village below, he stared, refocused, and stared again.
It had vanished.
Where before had stood houses and shops, a school, a church, a post office, there was now only a scattering of ash, stirred by a restless wind.
Eluf gaped for the merest moment before the binoculars bonded to his face with a suffusing heat and he and Betina turned to dust.
