Prime (Chess Team Adventure, #0.5)

Reinhart hung up first, which would have been a further irritant to his employer under any other circumstances, but the breach of protocol barely registered. Things were finally looking up.

He had never been comfortable with the idea of dealing with the triad. Criminals were so unsavory, and while the partnership had been useful for procuring test subjects and generating untraceable revenue, the risk of exposure was just too great.

Besides, that line of research was a dead end—literally. Richard Ridley had no use for dead ends. He was going to live forever.





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Dear Reader,

You have just finished the Chess Team origins novel book and I wanted to take a moment to thank you for reading. I hope you have enjoyed the journey and that you will come back for more adventures. If you did enjoy the book, please show your support by posting a review at Amazon.com. The Amazon website works on algorithms, meaning the more people review my books, the more Amazon will recommend them to other readers. And the more people buy my books, the more I get to write them, which is a good thing for both of us (assuming you enjoyed the book). While some authors pay for five star reviews, I'm depending on you, the actual reader, to voice your opinion. And while you're there, feel free to pick up the next Chess Team books, PULSE, INSTINCT, THRESHOLD, RAGNAROK and OMEGA. There are also eight novellas bridging THRESHOLD and RAGNAROK! Hey, I’m an author, shilling my books is part of the job.

Thank you!

-- Jeremy Robinson





PROJECT NEMESIS





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DESCRIPTION:

Jon Hudson, lead investigator for the Department of Homeland Security's Fusion Center-P, thinks his job is a joke. While other Fusion Centers focus on thwarting terrorist activity, Hudson's division is tasked with handling paranormal threats to national security, of which there have been zero during his years at the DHS. When yet another Sasquatch sighting leads to a research facility disguised as an abandoned Nike missile site in the back woods of Maine, Hudson's job becomes deadly serious.



Hudson and the local Sherriff, Ashley Collins, suddenly find themselves on the run from a ruthless ex-Special Forces security team, but the human threat is short-lived as something very much not-human destroys the facility and heads for civilization, leaving only a single clue behind--a name scrawled in blood: Nemesis. Working with his team at Fusion Center-P, Sherriff Collins and a surly helicopter pilot named Woodstock, Hudson pursues the creature known as Nemesis, attempts to uncover the corporate secrets behind its creation and accidental release and tries to comprehend why several clues lead to a murdered little girl named Maigo.



But as the body-count explodes, along with the monster's size, it quickly becomes clear that nothing short of a full military response can slow Nemesis's progress. Coordinating with every branch of the U.S. military, Hudson simultaneously searches for clues about Nemesis's origins and motivations, and leads the counterattack that will hopefully stop the monster before it reaches Boston and its one million residents.



Witness the birth of a legend as Jeremy Robinson, bestselling author of SecondWorld and Ragnarok, combines the pacing of Matthew Reilly with the mystery of James Rollins and creates the first iconic American Kaiju* story since King Kong. Includes original creature designs by legendary Godzilla artist, Matt Frank.



*Kaiju is Japanese for "strange beast." The genre includes classic monsters such as Godzilla, Gamera, Mothra, Rodan and King Ghidorah.




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"You have got to be kidding me!" I shout to myself when Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar on Me blares from my pickup truck's feeble speakers. If the flashback to my childhood wasn't bad enough, every thump of the bass drum releases a grating rattle. Whoever owned the beat up, faded red Chevy S-10 before me blew nearly every speaker. Probably some teenager. Man, I'd like to punch that kid in the face. Of course, right now I'd like to punch every radio DJ within a hundred miles, too.

I tap the radio's "seek" button. Boston. More than a Feeling.

Again. Jane's Addiction. Pets.

One more time. Aerosmith. Love in an Elevator.

I punch, literally punch, the radio's power button, but all I manage to do is spin the volume up. Steven Tyler howls in my ear. The vibrating speakers make him sound like a smoker with an artificial voice box. I tap the button more carefully, despite the racket, and silence fills the cab once more.

My neck cracks as I roll it, releasing my music-induced tension. "Welcome to Maine," I say, doing my best DJ impression, "home of the seventies, eighties, nineties, and...that's it."