Tag: Conspiracy Thrillers
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Preview of The Incident – Book 2 in the Sam Jameson Thriller Series
Prologue “I died?” Special Agent Samantha Jameson’s question was barely audible above beeping hospital equipment. “Very much. Twice.” Brock James shook his head. “Such a bitch move. Did you even think about how I might feel about that?” She smiled weakly at his mock indignation. “It blew. No angels or out-of-body experiences. I want my…
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Meet Samantha Jameson
Brilliant, brash, ballsy, and beautiful Special Agent Sam Jameson is the heroine of the Sam Jameson Conspiracy Thriller Series. Devolution, Book 1, is available everywhere online. The Incident, Book 2 in the Sam Jameson series, is scheduled for release in March, 2014. DEVOLUTION – A Sam Jameson Conspiracy Thriller
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Devolution – A Sam Jameson Conspiracy Thriller – Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Arlington, Virginia. Thursday, 12:32 p.m. ET. Special Agent Samantha Jameson closed her eyes and let out a low moan. Air Force Colonel Brock James’s lips and tongue slowly worked their way down her midsection, finally arriving at the spot. Her hips rose to meet him. He sucked lightly, moving his tongue in slow…
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Devolution – A Sam Jameson Conspiracy Thriller – Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Somewhere in the Adirondack Mountains. Thursday, 10:24 a.m. ET. The slight, athletic young man wasn’t particularly nervous, but the gravity of what lay ahead of him was never far from his mind. His training had been lengthy and thorough, and he felt confident in his abilities. Soon Chaim would prove his mettle. He…
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Devolution – A Sam Jameson Conspiracy Thriller – Chapter 1
Chapter 1 The Pentagon, Crystal City, Virginia. Thursday, 9:46 a.m. ET. A tall, lanky man left the Pentagon’s Metro entrance and ambled across the vast parking lot, beneath the highway bridge, and across Army-Navy Drive to his office building in Crystal City. People knew him by several different names. His wife called him Mike. His…
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Devolution – A Sam Jameson Conspiracy Thriller – Prologue
Prologue Crystal City, Virginia. Wednesday, 3:47 p.m. ET. A gloved hand pressed hard against the priest’s mouth and nose. He felt a fast tearing sensation rip across his neck. Jets of deep crimson flew in front of his face as his own blood splattered to the floor. His vision began to dim. He didn’t feel…