A biotech thriller from the bestselling author of action/adventure and sci-fi thrillers, The Enigma Strain is the first in the Harvey Bennett series.
When a bomb goes off at Yellowstone National Park, threatening the stability of the world's largest active volcano, the reclusive park ranger Harvey "Ben" Bennett is startled to realize that the blast itself wasn't the only threat: the bomb released some sort of virus into the air, and it's beginning to infect and kill more and more people.
Ben teams up with Juliette Richardson, a driven CDC agent working inside the newly-formed BTR (Biological Threat Research) team, to find the people behind the act of terrorism.
When the attacks get personal, Ben and Julie take it upon themselves to seek out and destroy the threat before it's too late.
A race across the United States, chasing terrorists, dodging bullets, and escaping the threat of a deadly virus outbreak...
Genre: FICTION / Action & AdventureThe Enigma Strain has been selling 2-3 copies per day without promotions, but my other books have each hit at least #3 overall on Amazon. I'll be doing promotions for the book thorughout the year, and I'm expecting the book to hit the tops of the Action/Adventure and Sci-Fi categories.
NIKOLAI awoke the next morning to an odd sound.
Silence.
Pure, pristine, winter silence. He recognized it immediately, as it brought him back to his youth. He had not heard the sound since they had left Russia, as moving with a group of almost thirty men guaranteed that every moment would be filled with some sound or another. It was as if the heavy layer of white powder surrounding the camp had sucked from the air every last sound wave. They were in a noiseless vacuum. Most men resisted this kind of silence, for it was more intense than any other. Nikolai would normally have welcomed it with a sharp sniff and a deep, satisfying sigh, but this morning should not have been so quiet.
He threw the blankets off and stood next to his cot. His head brushed the top pole of his tent as he walked forward and opened the flaps. The fire had long since diminished to cold ash, but wisps of charred dust rose through the gentle breeze, giving the appearance of smoke. The cluster of tents was situated in a circle around the fire, like spokes on a wagon wheel. His tent was the northernmost one, and separated from the others on each side by a few rows of trees. The tents were traditional, with two vertical poles with a horizontal one resting atop them, canvas stretched over it and staked into the ground at the corners. Each of the tents was immaculately placed, perfectly spaced, and set up to look exactly the same. His men were good men, Nikolai knew, and they cared deeply for these small details. He moved to his left, to the doctor’s tent.
“Doctor? Lev?” He called into the tent. He entered, finding the two men on each side of the tent still sleeping beneath mounds of blankets and furs. He kicked at the doctor’s cot with an unlaced boot and asked again.
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