HUNTING THE KOBRA by Tracy Cooper-Posey

Project Kobra Book 1.0

Romantic Espionage Thriller 

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No one is who they seem to be. No one at all…

When her lover and partner, Denis, dies in a random terrorist bombing, Quinn craves answers no one can give her.

An international businessman, Elijah Aslan, who says he once knew Denis well, seems to need the same answers. He alone understands Quinn’s pain.

Yet Aslan is not the simple businessman he appears to be. Flagged by the CIA, Aslan’s contact with Quinn sends up alarms and thrusts Quinn into the middle of an affair with unseen roots in Denis’ past, and with world-shaking consequences if Quinn doesn’t play her part perfectly…

This romantic thriller is part of the Project Kobra series.

1.0: Hunting The Kobra
2.0: Inside Man
3.0: Heart Strike
…and more to come!

This series is also available as a Special Bundle

{Also see: Romance, Romantic Suspense, Romantic Thriller, Novels}

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EXCERPT FROM HUNTING THE KOBRA
COPYRIGHT © TRACY COOPER-POSEY 2019
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As the sounds grew louder and more distinct, Quinn heard a human breath among them and the sounds of effort. Then Noah’s head appeared above the negative edge of the pool. He gripped the dry edge, his fingers digging in, then hauled himself up over the edge of the pool, hoisted his foot up beside his hand and drew himself up. He stood and brushed off his hands. He glanced down the valley at the town below.

“Did you climb up from the valley itself?” Quinn asked him.

He didn’t react to her question. It was as if he had known she was there all along, even though he had not glanced at her as he climbed over the edge of the pool.  “Without rope?  I am not suicidal.”

“All appearances to the contrary.”

He moved around the edge of the pool, which was only six inches wide. The narrow edge and the sharp drop didn’t seem to bother him. He walked as he would across the middle of the room. Then he stepped onto the concrete around the pool. He came right up to the foot of her lounger.  There was dirt on his suede jacket and his fingers. The same dirt caked the toes of his boots.

“Don’t rock climbers use special boots with spikes?” she asked him.

“I’m not a rock climber.”

She glanced at the pool, then turned her head to look at the side of the house that he had scaled just yesterday.

He understood. “There is a difference between training and a hobby.”

“Then all this, jumping off mountains, throwing yourself off bridges, it is all preparation?”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “You understand.”

Quinn blew out her breath. “Preparation for what? What work involves being prepared to fall from a great height?”

“I suppose you will find out sooner or later, if Aslan has his way. Until then, though…”

“Yeah, I remember. You don’t trust me.”

“It’s nothing personal. I don’t trust anyone.”

“That must make your life miserable.”

“Because yours is such a happy, bland bowl of oatmeal, isn’t it?”

“I actually liked my life, thank you very much. I didn’t ask to be blown up.” She shifted the subject. She pointed to the house behind him. “Can anyone do that?”

“Climb a house? Of course they can.”

“Can you teach me?”

Noah considered her. “What is your balance like?”

Something shifted inside her. The question impacted upon ancient memories. “My balance is as perfect as my pitch,” she said truthfully.

Noah rubbed his jaw. “I could teach you, but not without rope. Maybe tomorrow. That is, if we’re still here.”

“Still here? Is someone planning to blow up this place, too?”

“You didn’t think Aslan would set up some little game in the rec room to test you, did you?” Noah shook his head. “Your test will be live, against a real subject, under real circumstances. Aslan does not shit where he sleeps, so the test will be somewhere else.”

“You mean, another country? I don’t have a passport.”

“Yes, you do. How the hell did you think you got here?”

She paused. “A fake passport…”

“You look surprised.”

“It’s just… I didn’t think there was such a thing as fake passports. It seems so 007.”

“And you never cheated on your taxes, either, did you?”

“Of course I didn’t!”

He tilted his head again. “You are a mass of contradictions, aren’t you?”

Quinn brushed at the thin foam mattress on the lounger, so she wouldn’t have to look at him directly. “I am perfectly straightforward.”

“Or perhaps you would just like to be.”

Quinn flung her leg over to the side of the lounger and got to her feet. Snow crunched under her boots. “Forget about teaching me how to climb,” she told him stiffly. “I don’t need the aggravation.”

He caught her elbows, almost hauling her off her feet as she went past him.  “You need to forget about your oatmeal life and embrace the duality you’ve been hiding away from. You’re going to need it now.” His voice was very low.