HUNTING THE KOBRA by Tracy Cooper-Posey
Project Kobra Book 1.0
Romantic Espionage Thriller
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.
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Could not put this book down! So we’ll written! Lots of twists and turns. Thank you for the entertainment!
Nonstop action with a great story and good characters and many twists and turns. You won't be able to put it down.
Exceptional, fast paced and extremely well written. It takes you through grief, trust, love and different turns I am sure the characters did not even see coming. A must read for the first in this series. Tracy Cooper-Posey knows how to keep the reader in suspense. Excellent Book.
Hunting the Kobra was a great novel I could not put it down and it had a great storyline with interesting twists and turns
This book was captivating! All the twists, great storyline, kept me guessing, I could not put it down. Very believable and put you in the main character's shoes. Can't wait to read the rest of the series.
What a great book. I didn’t want to put it down.
Very well thought out and written, I just could not wait to turn each page. One of the best books that I have ever read. Well done.
Hunting The Cobra is an action packed booked that keeps keeps you guessing from the very beginning. It has lots of mystery, action, passion and you never know who to really trust in the book. Quinn is the main woman in the book and you can just imagine how you would feel if you were in her shoes. Absolutely, brilliant writing. I highly recommend this book.
Held me from the first sentence. Looking forward to the remainder of this new series.
What a great read!
Tracy Cooper-Posey has a way of grabbing your attention from the first few lines and holding it. I was completely emersed in the story line and characters, following Quinn into a thrilling new world of intrigue and adventure. I took every step with her into some harrowing situations, watching with fascination at her ability to maintain her composure in meeting each thrilling challenge.
Personally this is what I’ve come to expect from this author and I can’t wait to see what’s in store for Quinn and the trouble she will likely find herself in.
I highly recommend this book, but beware, you’re likely to become a TCP addict like me!
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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.