Addie Johnson wakes to find herself tied up naked in a basement with signs that she's been tortured. She has no idea what's going on.
Caleb Gallagher, the President's son, sees his security detail shot and killed while walking him to class and is plunged into a world of conspiracy and mayhem.
Sadie Porter abandons her late-night Irish coffee when her best friend, wanted for crimes unknown, shows up needing her help and a place to sleep.
Evan Hawthorne, Secret Service Agent, is charged with finding the President's son and bringing him home before time runs out, if it hasn't already.
And Gavin Harper risks everything--career, friends, and life--to get the woman he loves to safety.
Every one of these people is being used as part of a larger plan, and none of them has any clue what it might be . . . until they put the pieces together and find that they're in over their heads.
"Codename Eagle Chick" is a YA Thriller. Inspired by the film "Vantage Point" and George R. R. Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire" Series, it is told from alternating first-person POV chapters.
“Not the best wake up I’ve ever had,” I thought to myself as I fidgeted against the rope binding my hands. And then I remembered a morning in Istanbul that was actually very similar and shook my head. Gavin would be ashamed; my memory was off.
But that had been a four-star hotel room with a very pleasant Turk, whereas now I was in a dim room, naked, standing on tiptoes, and suspended by my wrists from the ceiling above. I stayed still, breathed steadily, ignored the goosebumps that glanced over my skin, and listened. No shoes tapped, no voices sighed, no hands fidgeted: nothing made a sound. I was alone. I let out a sigh of relief and started the process of getting the hell out of there.
My eyes refused to adjust to the blackness. I put my weight on one toe and stretched out my other leg, feeling around for something. Finally, my ankle struck something soft, something that moved. With more tentative examination as I balanced on a sore toe, I found it was a stray swivel chair. It would be tricky for what I had in mind, but I could manage it.
I stretched my body to hook the chair and bring it closer. I winced; my abdomen was sore, injured somehow.
I didn’t remember any of this. Was it a training exercise? I’d heard about intense field exercises, and I’d been through some myself, but this . . . was it torture endurance training, maybe?
Caleb Gallagher, the President's son, sees his security detail shot and killed while walking him to class and is plunged into a world of conspiracy and mayhem.
Sadie Porter abandons her late-night Irish coffee when her best friend, wanted for crimes unknown, shows up needing her help and a place to sleep.
Evan Hawthorne, Secret Service Agent, is charged with finding the President's son and bringing him home before time runs out, if it hasn't already.
And Gavin Harper risks everything--career, friends, and life--to get the woman he loves to safety.
Every one of these people is being used as part of a larger plan, and none of them has any clue what it might be . . . until they put the pieces together and find that they're in over their heads.
"Codename Eagle Chick" is a YA Thriller. Inspired by the film "Vantage Point" and George R. R. Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire" Series, it is told from alternating first-person POV chapters.
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Logline:
When a Secret Service agent tracks down the president’s missing son, he finds him in hiding with a battered CIA recruit, an overly-suave CIA operative, and a lesbian, Irish coffee-loving tech guru who’s their only connection with the enigmatic intelligence powerhouse named Luthor. Together, they have to find “the faction” that wants the president’s son dead and stop their plan to profit from a potential world war with the U.S. and China at its center.
Logline:
When a Secret Service agent tracks down the president’s missing son, he finds him in hiding with a battered CIA recruit, an overly-suave CIA operative, and a lesbian, Irish coffee-loving tech guru who’s their only connection with the enigmatic intelligence powerhouse named Luthor. Together, they have to find “the faction” that wants the president’s son dead and stop their plan to profit from a potential world war with the U.S. and China at its center.
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First 250 words:
“Not the best wake up I’ve ever had,” I thought to myself as I fidgeted against the rope binding my hands. And then I remembered a morning in Istanbul that was actually very similar and shook my head. Gavin would be ashamed; my memory was off.
But that had been a four-star hotel room with a very pleasant Turk, whereas now I was in a dim room, naked, standing on tiptoes, and suspended by my wrists from the ceiling above. I stayed still, breathed steadily, ignored the goosebumps that glanced over my skin, and listened. No shoes tapped, no voices sighed, no hands fidgeted: nothing made a sound. I was alone. I let out a sigh of relief and started the process of getting the hell out of there.
My eyes refused to adjust to the blackness. I put my weight on one toe and stretched out my other leg, feeling around for something. Finally, my ankle struck something soft, something that moved. With more tentative examination as I balanced on a sore toe, I found it was a stray swivel chair. It would be tricky for what I had in mind, but I could manage it.
I stretched my body to hook the chair and bring it closer. I winced; my abdomen was sore, injured somehow.
I didn’t remember any of this. Was it a training exercise? I’d heard about intense field exercises, and I’d been through some myself, but this . . . was it torture endurance training, maybe?
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