Ten years after her escape from the vicious foster parents who forced her into prostitution, Jessica Banks is hiding out in Denver, Colorado, earning her living in underground poker games and training in self defense; foregoing friends and the chance at a normal life until she can take her revenge.
Her low profile is obliterated when someone kills her mentor and only friend, David Mizrahi in his Krav Maga studio. The attackers were looking for a powerful computer program, stored on a pair of SD cards, that could change the world. Before he dies in her arms David tells Jessica how to find the program and not to trust anyone but “Sam,” an enigmatic electronics expert with a go bag in his apartment and an escape rope on his roof.
Framed for David’s murder and pursued by forces that want the program for themselves; with no friends, no one to trust, and more than a few enemies, Jessica must challenge her concept of friendship and trust to team up with an unlikely pair of allies to have any chance of success.
From the very first page the pressure is on and the action doesn’t stop. From Denver Colorado to the nation's capital, pursued by kidnappers, mercenaries, corrupt cops and her own demons, Jessica will need all her skills as she searches for the key that will solve the mystery, avenge her friend, and clear her name.
Coming this summer!
Behind the book:
This book started with a character I loved--Jessica, who kept cropping up in my short stories and my free-writing--and a pair of empty cufflinks. The cufflinks were empty because, after having written The Journey Home completely without an outline or even a thought about where it would end, I decided to do the same with this book. Twenty Thousand words in, I still had no idea what was in the cufflinks. Luckily, it was about that time I started The Book Project at the Lighthouse Writers Workshop and took a class in creativity where there was an exercise that involved writing about random pictures--picked blindly out of a box--while thinking about our stories. The contents of the cufflinks sprung from ten minutes writing about an aerial view of a river, a man wearing a white button down shirt with a pocket protector full of pens, and a franciscan monk in a robe complete with cowl covering his face. I can’t explain how my brain got there, but it was a magical experience that left me with a solid idea for the rest of my story and allowed me to complete my outline and finish the book. By the way, don’t look for any of the images in the book. The end result was so far from those images it’s mind boggling. But it got me here. And if you have half as much fun reading as I did writing it, the process will be even more magical.