3 LIES

 

 Book 1 of The Masters CIA Thriller Series

RECOMMENDED READING ORDER:

3 LIES
THE MASTERS’ KEY
DEAD STORM

From Readers:

 

Well drawn characters and a plot that kept me turning the pages.
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An effective use of the latest technology in literature!!!

Terrorists? Or someone more sinister . . .

At CIA headquarters, a young officer discovers that terrorists may have commandeered their computer systems to launch an unauthorized mission. Elsewhere, conspirators abduct nine people to manipulate the rules of their game. Two disparate ambitions — Clint Masters becomes the reluctant link in the chain of danger.

Ever since Clint’s almost ex-wife dumped him, he bobs along the Massachusetts coast in a sailboat with his black lab for company. He avoids all forms of technology, a counterintuitive effort for the burned-out founder of CatSat Laboratories. Tired of clutching the brass ring, he needed to untether, step off the corporate treadmill, and smell a flower.

Fortunately, he met one, a beautiful, unspoiled woman who doesn’t treat him like a commodity. His relationship with Beth offers more promise than his marriage ever did, even if she is on dialysis for her recovering kidneys, until she disappears.

In spite of the evidence, her family refuses to admit she’s in danger. Without routine dialysis, she won’t survive. As Clint realizes that he loves Beth, damn-near ex-wife Paige sashays back into his life with disturbing news.

While the CIA young gun tracks his quarry, Clint enlists the help of two men to find Beth, a blithe Brit named Merlin, and Todd, his playboy partner-in-tech.

Can Clint find Beth before her kidneys fail or someone unloads a bullet in his head?

3 LIES is available at AmazonAU, CAUK, Barnes & Noble, Google PlayiBooks, iTunesKobo, and Audible.

 

BookQuotes

He felt like an incompetent stalker.

Where are my manners? I have scotch, vodka, strychnine. What’s your pleasure?

The green of her eyes resembled olives too long in the martini.

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