About the Book
A sunken warship from the Byzantine Era
carrying an unusual cargo of gold has been found off the coast of Northern
Cyprus. News of the valuable cache has attracted the attention of a terrorist
cell. They plan to attack the recovery team’s campsite and steal the artifacts.
On the Black Market, the sale of the relics will buy them additional weapons.
Charlotte Dashiell, an American archaeologist, and her lover, Atakan
Vadim, a Turkish government agent, are scheduled to be part of the recovery
team that brings up the artifacts. While en route to Cyprus, they find
themselves caught in the crosshairs of Maksym Tischenko, a Ukrainian contract
killer bent on revenge. Charlotte, Atakan and Tischenko share a grim history.
As a result, Tischenko is a man who will stop at nothing to achieve his
goal—seeing them both dead.
About the Author
Chris is a
retired police detective. She spent twenty-five years in the law enforcement
with two different agencies.
The daughter
of a history professor and a voracious reader, she grew up with a love for
history and books.
She has
traveled extensively throughout Europe, the Near East, and Northern Africa
satisfying her passion for seeing the places she read about.
A Chicago
native, Chris has lived in Paris, Los Angeles, and now resides with her husband,
and five rescue dogs in the Pacific Northwest.
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Excerpt:
“Atakan didn’t answer as he sped out of camp, spraying dirt
and stones behind them.
What’s going on? Why are you in such a hurry?”
He stared straight ahead, silent.
“Atakan?”
Tight-jawed, he continued down the side road that paralleled
the beach, ramming the stick shift into place as he went through the gears and
ignoring her questions. She’d never seen him this tense, not with her at least.
A bad feeling crept over her. She had a sick sense his mood involved her plan
to leave.
They’d gone a kilometer from the camp when he came to a
stop. He hopped out, slammed the driver’s door shut and came to her side.
Opening her door, he said, “Get out.”
She did.
“Atakan,” Charlotte started to ask the same questions again,
but he was already turned and walking toward the sea.
She followed. He finally stopped near the water’s edge with
his back to the surf and faced her. She stopped a couple of yards away.
“When were you going to tell me?”
She knew exactly what he was asking about. Who told him? It
wasn’t Nick. He’d honor the twenty-four hour rule.
“Who told you?”
“That’s not an answer.” He stood still as a statue, arms
crossed, feet apart.
She hesitated, trying to choose her words so he’d understand
and not be hurt. She gazed out at the incoming tide. The blue-green waves,
effervescent with bubbles, rushed toward shore in rapid succession. White foam
droplets filled the air as they crested, framing him like a new, angry version
of Poseidon.
“Answer me.”
“Today.”
“You weren’t going to tell me until today, although you’ve
been planning to leave me for awhile.”
“Not awhile.”
“Long enough to send job inquiries to several museums.”
So that was how he knew. One of the museums contacted MIAR
and they must’ve sent the questionnaire to Refik and he told Atakan. She hadn’t
considered the possibility. She’d thought any contact from the museums would be
handled by MIAR’s headquarters.
“I’m so sorry you had to find out this way. I intended to
tell you if it looked like I’d definitely leave. If none of the museums showed
interest, then you never had to know what I’d done.”
“And you believe that is acceptable?”
It killed her to see the look of disgust on his face with
the question. “Yes...” she said low.
“Why?”
“Because I’m bad luck for you—everyone can see it, even
your--, it’s obvious. There’s something about me, and God knows, I don’t know
what, but I’m like a magnet for Tischenko.”
She never cried and she wouldn’t cry now, but she was close.
“I can’t bear to see you hurt again, or worse. There are people that bad luck
follows, even Iskender thinks so.”
Atakan inhaled deeply and let out a slow breath. Uncrossing
his arms, he closed the short distance to where she stood.
“It’s not forever,” she offered, “I’ll return.”
He shook his head. “If you go, you cannot return. You’re
either in my life or out of my life. There’s no in between.”
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Hello to Mary and MomJane,
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I am continuing to tour with more individual stops over the next two months. There will be interviews and reviews along the way.
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I hope we will read more about Charlotte and Atakan in the future!
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Hi Jibriel,
ReplyDeleteAfter Byzantine Gold, I hope to write a third book with Nick her brother and Iskender, Atakan's friend and co-agent working together. Charlotte and Atakan would be in it but as support characters.
Chris
Enjoyed your tour and reading the excerpts. Charlotte and Atakan seem like a great couple together.
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Hi Jbst.
ReplyDeleteI like them as a couple. I think they compliment each other. They have many shared interests in that they're both trained archaeologist. They enjoy their free time too. There's a mutual respect for each other and there's much humor.
Chris
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