Publisher: Champagne Books
Release Date: April 6th 2015
Genre: Thriller
Synopsis:
After the events of Blood Money, CIA case officer Bai Hsu is assigned to a high-security private school for what he’s told is an easy assignment. Just a few months after he arrives, a hostile operative with ties to North Korea tries to break in to a school event, with motives unknown.
As his investigation progresses, he unravels a plot that, if not stopped, will result in the untimely and murderous deaths of tens of millions of people.
Bai Tide is Bai’s greatest challenge yet. A mission that will take him from the windswept beaches of San Diego to a whiteout blizzard in the foothills of Pyongyang, and make him question everything he thought he knew about working in the field…and about himself.
As his investigation progresses, he unravels a plot that, if not stopped, will result in the untimely and murderous deaths of tens of millions of people.
Bai Tide is Bai’s greatest challenge yet. A mission that will take him from the windswept beaches of San Diego to a whiteout blizzard in the foothills of Pyongyang, and make him question everything he thought he knew about working in the field…and about himself.
Excerpt:
I hadn’t dressed for a foot pursuit across the beach and was losing ground fast. My shiny black dress shoes burrowed into the dry sand with every step and my tuxedo jacket flapped open as I pumped my arms and tried to gain on the man I’d chased away from the Hotel Coronado a minute ago. The San Diego evening was cooler than you’d expect. Brisk gusts of wind bounced off the sea at sporadic intervals beneath a full moon blazing out of a cloudless, star-spattered sky.
Rolling breakers hurled salty spray into my face as I tore the jacket off and dropped it behind me. My quarry raced ahead, undeterred by the crappy footing. Under five and a half feet tall, with a body fat percentage that had to be in the low teens, he wore a baggy all-black ensemble, complete with a matching ski mask, bulky infrared goggles, and combat boots that kicked up little spits of sand with each stride.
Whoever he was, his speed was impressive; he widened the gap between us by almost two paces for each one I took. Something in the way he was running made me think he knew where he was going. Unless he planned on running south all the way to Mexico, the most likely place was the parking lot of a condo complex a quarter mile ahead. I had to assume he’d prepared a contingency plan in that parking lot somewhere. Guns, explosives, sharp rocks, something painful of that nature. If I didn’t catch up with him before he reached his defense cache, I had the feeling I wouldn’t like the welcome.
“Enough of this crap,” I said as I stopped just long enough to pry off my shoes. A daily barefoot run on the beach routine has some advantages, not the least of which is being able to keep up with Splinter Cell rejects during nighttime sand chases.
Rolling breakers hurled salty spray into my face as I tore the jacket off and dropped it behind me. My quarry raced ahead, undeterred by the crappy footing. Under five and a half feet tall, with a body fat percentage that had to be in the low teens, he wore a baggy all-black ensemble, complete with a matching ski mask, bulky infrared goggles, and combat boots that kicked up little spits of sand with each stride.
Whoever he was, his speed was impressive; he widened the gap between us by almost two paces for each one I took. Something in the way he was running made me think he knew where he was going. Unless he planned on running south all the way to Mexico, the most likely place was the parking lot of a condo complex a quarter mile ahead. I had to assume he’d prepared a contingency plan in that parking lot somewhere. Guns, explosives, sharp rocks, something painful of that nature. If I didn’t catch up with him before he reached his defense cache, I had the feeling I wouldn’t like the welcome.
“Enough of this crap,” I said as I stopped just long enough to pry off my shoes. A daily barefoot run on the beach routine has some advantages, not the least of which is being able to keep up with Splinter Cell rejects during nighttime sand chases.
Author Bio:
Erika Mitchell was born in Orange County, California to a published author and an Anarchist's Cookbook aficionado. She moved to Seattle, Washington as a freshman in high school, where she promptly realized she owned just one pair of pants and that was going to be a problem in a place with an actual winter.
She graduated from Northwest University in 2003 with a degree in Psychology, which she has yet to use. After a brief foray into technical recruiting (a disaster), she found her calling as a writer and, wonder of wonders, was actually able to find a job where someone paid her to do just that as a blogger.
Blogging turned into writing novels, where Erika has found her niche in the espionage and thriller genre.
Erika currently resides in a small suburb outside Seattle with her husband and two children.
She graduated from Northwest University in 2003 with a degree in Psychology, which she has yet to use. After a brief foray into technical recruiting (a disaster), she found her calling as a writer and, wonder of wonders, was actually able to find a job where someone paid her to do just that as a blogger.
Blogging turned into writing novels, where Erika has found her niche in the espionage and thriller genre.
Erika currently resides in a small suburb outside Seattle with her husband and two children.
