The Jackal’s Hare is a love story with suspense! A vivid count based on true events of a family who moves to the Yemen. Chloe’s first person view portrays the juxtaposition between living in a third-world country and luxuries of a vibrant expat community. Andreas’ determinations place the family -three girls, spouse, and a small toddler - on a catastrophe course within the picturesque beauties of hazardous country. Andreas, is Chloe’s father and a German Soldier who manages a medical humanitarian aid project. The secret service recruits him to work as a spy. He uses his connections to help capture terrorist Johannes Weinrich, Carlos “the Jackal’s” right-hand man. Witty, influential, sometimes awkward, Andreas is also the intermediary during Yemen’s Civil War. Twenty-year-old Chloe leaves her boyfriend and follows her family to the Yemen hoping it will convince him to marry her. With her two younger sisters, one a teenager, the other an eighteen-year-old single mom, she thrusts into daring situations while navigating cultural incongruencies. The family’s life is at stake more than once. This story is for anyone who likes a novel to be terrifying and entertaining
Genre: FICTION / General5-Star Rankings
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Warm wind had stolen the conditioned air by drawing it out through the narrow opening of the car window and replaced it with the foul smell from the garbage heap on the corner. Tanner had parked the truck facing the storefront. A small place looked like all the other shops in Sana’a. A blue metal door marked a business inside. My sisters talked fast with anticipation stopping only to sing along with the chorus of ‘No woman, No cry’ “I’ll just be a minute,” Tanner had said and waved slamming the truck door shut. Mo’s short and thin figure was back to pre-pregnant phase or maybe even thinner than before she was pregnant. Her bleached platinum blond hair wound tight around pink curlers cradled inside a large flowery silk headscarf. Later, she would take the scarf off and unfurl her hair revealing a Marilyn Monroe hairdo. Most of the time, she did not care about her looks and would go to the supermarket in PJs and a headscarf. Her hair was thin and brittle from weekly platinum bleaching. She thought wrapping it under a scarf would keep it from breaking. Her head bobbled heavy on her skinny neck when she turned to talk to Ronny. “So, tell me about you and Tanner,” she had said with a smirk on her face ready to take Ronny’s confession. Although Ronny was three years younger, she was almost an inch taller than Mo. As a teenager, she was still growing. Her milky skin, lighter, pallid, contrasted with her long midnight black glossy hair.
