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A Game of Thrones in 20th-century United States.
Three families... a ruthless adversary... a hundred-year conspiracy to control the oil sector and American politics.
The Maltese Attack: A Historical Political Saga (ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF WAR Book 1)
12/08/2022
Salman Rushdie got stabbed today. Presumably because he expressed an unfavorable opinion 30-plus years ago.
Freedom of speech is dying everywhere. Besides hoping like hell Rushdie pulls through, we (at ERB) are feeling helpless and angry. Without freedom of speech, there is no democracy, no other freedoms.
Wherever in the world you live, when you vote, please ask the politicians seeking your vote one question. Where do they stand on freedom of speech?
Edited to add: Rushdie was in New York to discuss "the US as asylum for writers and other artists in exile and as a home for freedom of creative expression."
28/04/2022
๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฌ, ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ฒ, ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ. ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ก-๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ. ๐
Hope you enjoyed ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฒ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ. Grab your copy of ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ต๐ฎ๐๐๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฆ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ๐น๐ฒ today because Book 3 will be out on May 3, 2022!
If you haven't started on the series yet, all three books are available in ebook and paperback forms on Amazon.
โA well-written historical thrillerโ
An up-all-night intense thriller for fans of historical intrigue, pulse-pounding action and unputdownable suspense.
Experience Jay Perinโs captivating โOne Hundred Years of Warโ series.
It all starts with Book 1, 'The Maltese Attackโ. Read for FREE with Kindle Unlimited.
24/10/2021
28/02/2021
๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐๐ค ๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐
๐ฝ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ฆ 1974
๐ธ๐๐ฆ๐๐ก-๐ฟ๐๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
The blades of the search-and-rescue helicopter thwacked the salty air above the Mediterranean coast, creating a staccato rhythm. The choppy engine was whirring loud enough to drown out thoughts. Hot wind gusted into Templeโs eyes as he leaned out from the open cabin, squinting at the steep, sparsely vegetated cliff marking the border between the two countries.
Trucks, vans, and cars, bound for Alexandria, idled along Halfaya Pass. Inspecting the vehicles, Libyan soldiers swarmed their side of the border and paid no attention to the American chopper hovering one thousand feet above.
โArenโt they supposed to ask us for identification?โ Temple hollered into the mouthpiece, swatting at his billowing shirt.
His headset sputtered. โNo one cares as long as we stay in Egyptian airspace,โ said the pilot. โTheyโve gotten used to us.โ The operation to find the two abducted teenagers had been in effect for months.
Temple grimaced and withdrew his head into the cabin, not looking forward to the conversation he was expecting to have with the teensโ families when he landed. As a U.S. senator, heโd known the political situation was unstable. Dammit, heโd warned the families, told them to get out. Heโd alerted them enemies were hiding amid the chaos, waiting for a chance to exact revenge. Theyโd stayed in the country, anyway. Men with the power to stop the criminals were indifferent to the potential for trouble and refused to act. No oneโnot a single soulโhad been willing to sacrifice profit or safety to battle evil. Two young people paid the price for the stubborn stupidity of their guardians. Innocent blood was shed because of the greed and cowardly apathy of those who shouldโve known better.
Gaddafiโthe Libyan dictatorโdenied responsibility for the kidnapping of the former ambassadorโs sixteen-year-old daughter and her friend. But his government refused to let American personnel conduct a search within the countryโs borders. Instead, they presented to the U.S. government several mercenaries involved in the crime, claiming to have apprehended them after an exhaustive hunt. The criminals insisted the hostages escaped, the boy having killed one of the guards.
Since then, there was one phone call from the boy, suggesting they were on their way to the Egyptian city of Alexandria. In the weeks after, the United States military kept reconnaissance flights going along Halfaya Pass, the closest border crossing to the city, and intelligence sources in the Middle East were alerted to look out for the kids, but no one spotted them. Chances were they were dead. It was time to call off the search. Senator Templeโas a friend of the familiesโwas asked to fly to Egypt and persuade them to quietly accept reality.
Before he could say anything, he ran into the girlโs twin brother. Apparently, it was the twinsโ seventeenth birthday that day. The silent desperation in the boyโs eyes compelled Temple into volunteering to join this flight. Not to mention the splinter of guilt in his own heart at the knowledge he, too, played an inadvertent role in the tragedy. The pilot was surprised, to say the least. He never expected to have a U.S. senator for his partner even if the cargo they were trying to retrieve included the child of a diplomat.
This would be the last such flight, Temple promised himself. Enough time and money were wasted on this futile operation. The kids were surely dead. After all, there were many ways for a young person to die in the North African country... the unforgiving Sahara Desert, its animals, the warlords who ruled the villages, and very often, the brutal government. All anyone could do now was pray their deaths had been painless.
โSenator.โ The pilotโs shout interrupted Templeโs train of morbid thoughts. โI think thatโs Lilah.โ
โ๐โ๐๐ก?โ Temple grabbed the military-issue binoculars by his side. One hand clenched around the doorframe, he leaned out to check. The sandy wind whipped around him and pulled taut the safety line securing him to the chopper. Blinking away the grit, Temple peered through the lenses.
Gaddafiโs border patrol was still detaining all vehicles on the hilly pass. Soldiers separated men from women, holding all of them away from the caravan. There were quite a few camels and donkeys, the owners gripping their leashes as the patrol conducted the inspection. โWhere?โ Temple asked.
โNot with the crowd, sir. Check the port side. Look for yellow clothes. Sheโs dressed local.โ
There. A figure ran between boulders, her robes flying behind. The girl was a couple of hundred feet from the group under inspection, concealing herself behind the limestone formations. She looked up at the chopper before plastering herself to the side of a rock.
The brief glimpse was enough. The young girl in the photograph... a picture taken at some school dance... ๐โ, ๐๐ฆ ๐บ๐๐! ๐ผ๐กโ๐ โ๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐๐โ. โWhat about the boy?โ Temple asked urgently. โThere were two kids.โ
โCould be with the caravan. Let meโโ The pilot stopped to curse. โWe have a problem, Senator.โ
โI see it.โ One of the Libyan soldiers had detached himself from his team to follow Lilah. If she got caught, there was little a single search-and-rescue chopper could do to help. Temple grabbed the rifle from the other seat. โHold position and inform the ground team.โ
โYou wonโt get that fellow with an AK-47,โ warned the pilot, twisting around in his seat. โNot the right weapon to use against a moving target from a chopper. ๐ด๐๐ theyโll shoot back.โ
Plus, the U.S. government would have a hell of a time explaining why the senior senator from New Jersey shot a member of the Libyan armed forces. โIโm not trying to kill him,โ Temple said. โAll we need to do is distract the border patrol for a couple of minutes. Weโll buy the girl some time to hide. Get us out of here the second I fire.โ
His fingers trembled when he took aim. Templeโs stint in the army between world wars never involved active combat. The helicopter shuddered. With a gasp, he tumbled back into the seat. Sweat trickled down his neck, a sour stench saturating the muggy air inside the cabin.
When Temple scrambled to recheck the terrain, Lilah was not where sheโd been, but her yellow robes made her easy to spot even behind the rocks at the far border of an open space. The soldier in pursuit sprinted across the clearing toward Lilah. Temple swore and again took aim.
Before he could press the trigger, red-orange fire mushroomed on the ground. A blast reverberated its way up to the chopper. The soldierโs body disintegrated, ripped into pieces and scattered across the terrain. Templeโs mouth fell open. Sounds struggled to escape.
The headset sputtered again. โMinefield,โ said the pilot, voice terse. โLucky girl.โ
Lucky? Lilah was retracing her steps, keeping herself hidden by the boulders, out of sight of the officers running to the scene. There was no hesitation in her gait. Temple watched, his heart thundering. What the devil had just happened? Did the man accidentally walk to his death, or was he led to the landmines? How could she have known there were explosives buried in the clearing? Why would the young lady even be aware of the existence of such dirty weapons?
The girl was born to a diplomat, raised in an intellectual environment. Sweet and loving and bright from what her twin brother said but stubborn as a mule according to the rest of her family. Lilah had never been exposed to the rougher elements of society, much less to violent death. Yet she didnโt pause in shock at the grisly end to the soldier hunting her.
The border patrol gathered at the edge of the open space, their attention on the remains of their comrade. No one ventured close. Behind their backs, Lilah rejoined the convoy and climbed into a pickup truck, her movements quick and sure.
โThe Libyans claim weโre encroaching their airspace,โ said the pilot. โTheyโre trying to stop us from us seeing any more than we already have.โ
Probably, but it didnโt matter. There was nothing more Temple could do at the moment. Lilah was back with the convoy. On her way to safety, hopefully. โLand us before they shoot,โ ordered Temple.
The pilot set the chopper down on the Egyptian side, a few feet from the exit point where the families of the kidnapped teenagers waited. Temple jogged out from under the blades to join them. Craggy rocks blocked their view of the events behind the border gate, but vans and cars packed with traders and their wares were inching past. It appeared the loss of a soldier in the mine explosion shifted the border patrolโs focus, and the weary travelers were finally allowed to leave. The pickup truck Lilah climbed into lagged at the tail end of the caravan and was still waiting to make it through.
โDid you see Harry?โ asked one of the men, voice eager.
โOnly Lilah,โ Temple admitted to Harryโs father. โWe didnโt have a chanceโโ Another chopper appeared in the cloudless sky with no insignia to suggest American or Egyptian military. It didnโt look Libyan, either. โWho the hellโโ
A boulder exploded on the pass, raining large, sharp pieces of rock all around them. Fire shot into the sky, and flames engulfed the vehicles. The ground shook with a loud boom. โBomb,โ someone shouted.
Screaming men and women stampeded, carrying crying children. A short, plump figure covered entirely in a black ๐๐ข๐๐๐ emerged from the blaze, screeching nonstop. Temple tried to leap out of the way, but she careened straight into him and knocked him to his knees. Still shrieking, the woman continued to run. Repeated explosions drowned out the roar of the chopper overhead. The air reeked of molten metal and burning plastic.
Temple spotted Lilah behind the gate. Even with the monstrous flames, there was still room for her to run to safety. โHurry,โ he tried to yell, his throat closing in panic. But she pivoted as though preparing to return to the Libyan side.
โHarry,โ bellowed the boyโs father.
Bodiesโhuman and animalโrushed past, impeding Templeโs vision, and he had to strain to see. On top of a twenty-foot drop partly obscured by the blaze and the grimy air, there was a dark form. Harry Sheppard, the second kid.
โ๐ฟ๐๐๐โ!โ Harry screamed. Behind the boy, Libyan soldiers scaled the rocks, cornering him on the cliff that marked the border with Egypt.
Lilah looked up at the sound of her name. Flames engulfed the gate in front of her. Temple clambered to his feet, his attention on the girl trapped on the Libyan side by the burning gate. Wind slammed into the rocks; flames spiraled to the sky. Lilah disappeared from Templeโs view.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐:
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Itโs 1973. Oil wars, terrorist attacks, Watergate... Senator Temple has his hands full, maneuvering political turmoil at home and the powder keg that is the Middle East. His old error allowed a criminal businessman to seize control of the worldโs energy sector. Powerful oil dynastiesโthe Kings...
22/02/2021
"...a page-turner... chockful of interesting symbolism... thrilling chase..." - Blue Ink Review
โ...gives historical fiction fans plenty of history while giving thriller and fiction fans the action and suspense they're craving... enough here to keep almost every reader happy...โ - US Review Books
โ...replete with action and interpersonal inspection... goes beyond political arenas to consider the choices, consequences, and lives...โ D. Donovan, Senior Reviewer, Midwest Book Review
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๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฌ, ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ฒ, ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ. ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ก-๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ. ๐ Hope you enjoyed ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฒ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ. Grab your copy of ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ต๐ฎ๐๐๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฆ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ๐น๐ฒ today because Book 3 will be out on May 3, 2022! If you haven't started on the series yet, all three books are available in ebook and paperback forms on Amazon. โA well-written historical thrillerโ An up-all-night intense thriller for fans of historical intrigue, pulse-pounding action and unputdownable suspense. Experience Jay Perinโs captivating โOne Hundred Years of Warโ series. It all starts with Book 1, 'The Maltese Attackโ. Read for FREE with Kindle Unlimited.
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