So my editor, Judy Hagey, has crossed my t’s, dotted my i’s and unmixed my mixed-up prose; my publisher, Deb Haggerty, has woven her magic; Deb’s book designer, Derinda Babcock, has caught the novel’s action at its height.
And now Operation Jeremiah’s Jar, the newest action/thriller in my Thrill of the Hunt series, is available from Elk Lake Publishing, Amazon.com, and our friends at fine bookstores everywhere. (Hey, you can even get a signed copy from me if you’d like.)
Black-ops veteran Max Braxton and archeologist Kat Cardova are back and just as in Chasing the Music and The Three Sixes, danger trails them at every turn. Like a viper after a bird, like Lex Luther after Superman, like… (Okay, enough.)
But now Max has even more reason to protect the lady whom Palestinian jihadists would love to murder. He and Kat are married.
Here’s the scoop. The United Nations has long led a diplomatic jihad against Israel, even claiming Jews have no historic claim on Jerusalem. But 2,600-year-old proof of Jewish ownership exists and Kat has an idea where: the prophet Jeremiah’s jar which contains the property deed to land outside Jerusalem he purchased in 587 BC.
This deed would not only prove ownership of land in Israel but also fulfill a prophetic promise to Jeremiah and the nation today. And Kat has an inkling where it is.
Meanwhile, when the President decides to build a new American embassy in Jerusalem, jihadists explode in fury, targeting the heart of the Jewish nation.
Max is called in to protect the ambassador, but his first duty is to protect Kat at all costs.
Here’s a scene from Operation Jeremiah’s Jar:
Suddenly, automatic gunfire erupted behind Max. The driver-side rear-view mirror shattered. The fire was coming from a stairwell leading to the second floor. He was thankful the truck was a refrigerated unit and not an empty flatbed, which would have exposed him to the assault.
He slid to the passenger side of the front seat, opened the door, jumped down, and gripping his rifle in his hands, fell to the ground. Beneath the truck, he spotted two sets of military boots. Holding up his rifle, he slithered toward the middle of the truck, then took aim and opened fire.
Four legs flew up, and two bodies joined them on the floor, the men screaming oaths in pain. Max slid sideways and came out from under the driver’s side of the truck.
He stepped forward and rifle-butted each of them into unconsciousness. Doing you a favor, boys. Now you won’t feel the pain. Momentarily, all was quiet. He took a step toward the stairwell, toward the [mission’s target].
Then he heard the click of a magazine being pushed into place not far behind him. One of the soldiers behind the filing cabinet.
In that millisecond, knowing he would die, Maximus Braxton, American-born and bred, former bronco-riding teenager, SEAL- and Ranger-trained soldier, thought of the one thing he loved most and best in the world besides Jesus—Katherine Cardova Braxton. He saw her bright green eyes, her short, curly red hair, her quick smile, and the perfect ears he loved to nibble. He recalled their last “word”—a kiss. And he whispered goodbye.
What happens next? You’ll have to read Operation Jeremiah’s Jar to find out. When you’re finished, please drop a quick review at Amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com. I’d be grateful.