Silent Threat by Jeff Gunhus
Published by: Kensington
Publication date: December 31st 2019
Genres: Adult, Thriller
Synopsis: A father charged with treason. A daughter sent to kill him. A shocking conspiracy that changes all the rules of the spy game for a new generation . . .
With more than a dozen kills under her belt, ex-Marine Mara Roberts is one of the Agency’s most reliable assassins. But her latest target—a convicted traitor about to be released from prison—is different than her other marks. He’s a former agent who betrayed his country. He’s responsible for the death of Mara’s mother. And he happens to be Mara’s father . . .
Scott Roberts knows that his daughter was sent to kill him. He realizes he has only one chance to change her mind, to convince her that he’s been framed for treason—and that every member of their family are pawns to be sacrificed, one by one. Mara isn’t sure she can trust her father. He is a master of manipulation, as ruthless as he is resourceful. But when her nephew is abducted, she agrees to follow Scott’s lead and expose the global elites who are pulling the strings. But first, they must infiltrate the highest levels of power. Then, they must attempt the unthinkable: Kidnap the President of the United States . . .
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A brilliantly written thriller. Breakneck twists, political intrigue and bristling action scenes—Jeff Gunhus writes with a gripping and gritty authority.”
—Simon Gervais, author of Hunt Them Down
In the very center is our cage. Round, tall, and wide, made of thick steel bars. Built to withstand several hundred pounds of raging werewolf. Or in this case, a skinny-ass vampire.
It’s sitting cross-legged on the concrete. No robe, raven mask, or gloves. Gramps must have had it stripped, because it’s down to a ragged pair of briefs. Makes sense. The more skin exposed, the more vulnerable it will be to sunlight.
“Jayce.” My dad’s in a folding chair off to the side, several feet from the cage. There’s a coffee thermos in his hand and a magazine in his lap. “You shouldn’t be down here.”
“I had to see it,” I say, stepping closer to the cage. The Trespasser doesn’t move a muscle. It’s male—or was, before it turned—and thin as a whip. White, papery skin. Spotty facial hair. Redrimmed eyes with purple smudges underneath.
Sadly, it reminds me of Connor.
The magazine falls to the floor as Dad gets up. “Go upstairs.”
“Just one look. Please.”
He hesitates, probably considering what Gramps would say if he knew I was down here. Walking over to me, his eyes scan my bare chest and legs. “You all healed up?”
“Yeah. A little dizzy from the adrenaline, but I’m good.”
“You took a huge risk out there.” He’s using his dad voice, not his Beta voice, so I’m safe. “Going face-first for the chest? Not smart.”
“Always attack from the rear. Or the side.” “I know, Dad.” He frowns. “You obviously don’t. That thing almost gutted you. Staying in wolf form will heal gouges, but spilled intestines are a different story. You could have died.”
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, and as Dad opens his mouth to respond, I hurry to add, “I didn’t have a choice. Aiden was hurt, and it was trying to kill him. I had to stop it.”
“You’re a firstborn. You can’t risk—”
“My life?” I cut in. “What’s life without my pack? I can’t be an Alpha someday if there’s no one to lead. I did it for all of us—and not blindly. I knew I could take that thing down.”
“How?” “I just knew. In my gut. So I went for it.” Dad doesn’t respond. For a long moment, he stares at me in disapproval. Then his frown becomes a smile. Small, but pleased. He puts his hand on my shoulder.
“You fought bravely, son. Aiden owes you his life, and we all owe you our gratitude.” His smile widens. “I’m very proud of you.”
Smiling back, I let his words sink in. The words of a Beta, the future leader of our pack. They both soothe and heal me. They’re what I wanted—no, needed—to hear and are worth every injury.
“Thanks, Dad,” I say. He squeezes my shoulder, and the hitch in my chest comes back. I fight it off by turning my gaze on the Trespasser. It still hasn’t moved. Maybe it knows it’s facing its demise. Or maybe it’s just listening.
Good. I’ll plant some fear.
“What’s going to happen to it?” I ask my dad.
“I don’t know. That’s up to our”—he gives me a warning look—“Alpha.”
“Right.” I say it in a way that lets him know I catch his drift. Our piss patrol is an effort to make the Trespassers believe Gramps is still actively patrolling the Starling. They fear the pack, but they fear him most of all. He leads us, teaches us strategy. Here, on our land, what he says goes. The thing in the cage believes that. We can’t let it think any different.
I take a step toward it. Then another. It doesn’t move, so I walk as close I dare. When I get within a few feet, it lunges. Fast, a blur through the air, its arm reaching through the bars.
Just as fast, I duck. Grab its arm and twist.
It drops to its knees, hissing.
Turns its black eyes on me.
I give it a quick, hard smile. Whatever Gramps has planned for this thing, I hope it hurts. I want it to suffer—horribly, like the helpless, unsuspecting humans it feeds on. I want to watch it die with its mouth locked open in terror.
It hisses again. Glares at me. My smile widening, I lean in close to it, breathing in its cold, nauseating scent. Then I tell it what I think about every single Trespasser that dares cross my path.
“You are so dead.”
Jeff Gunhus is the USA TODAY bestselling author of thriller and horror novels for adults and the middle grade/YA series, The Templar Chronicles. The first book, Jack Templar Monster Hunter, was written in an effort to get his reluctant reader eleven-year-old son excited about reading. It worked and a new series was born. His books for adults have reached the Top 30 on Amazon, have been recognized as Foreword Reviews Book of the Year Finalists and reached the USA TODAY bestseller list.
After his experience with his son, he is passionate about helping parents reach young reluctant readers and is active in child literacy issues. As a father of five, he leads an active life in Maryland with his wife Nicole by trying to constantly keep up with their kids. In rare moments of quiet, he can be found in the back of the City Dock Cafe in Annapolis working on his next novel or on JeffGunhus.com.
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