New Release: Drone (+ rave reviews)

Some red-hot raves:

“Superb! This will appeal to Buchman’s many fans.”
– Booklist, starred review

“Tom Clancy fans open to a strong female lead will clamor for more.”
– Publishers Weekly

“The best military thriller I’ve read in a very long time. Love the female characters.”
– Sheldon McArthur, founder of The Mystery Bookstore, LA


Drone – new series, Miranda Chase #1

military technothrillernot the heroine you expect.

 A US Air Force C-130 transport plane, bearing top secret cargo, lies shattered in the Nevada desert at Groom Lake. China’s prototype fifth-generation jet fighter goes missing.

Far above, a US supersonic, stealth drone flies a very lethal Black Op. The CIA, the US military command, and the secretive National Reconnaissance Office are all locked in a battle for control of the nation’s future.

Miranda Chase, the National Transportation Safety Board’s air-crash savant, lands in the center of the gathering maelstrom. Burdened with a new team and a polarizing personality, she must connect the pieces to stay alive. And she must do it before the wreckage of her past crashes down upon her and destroys US-China relations forever.

Drone

Drone

Author:
Series: NTSB, Miranda Chase, Book 1
Genre: Thriller
Tag: Novel

The lead NTSB investigator—trapped between a stealth drone and a hard crash. The heroine you never expected.

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Meet Miranda’s Team: Jeremy Trahn

No woman is complete without her team…even if she doesn’t know them.

military technothrillerAn excerpt from Drone:

A young man with Vietnamese features stepped right in front of her.

You’re Miranda Chase? Oh my God! I can’t believe it.” He grabbed her hand and began shaking it. “I’m Jeremy. Jeremy Trahn. Systems specialist. I can’t believe I’m on your team. When the security guy driving me here told me who I was meeting, I didn’t believe him. No way, just no way. But here you are. I’ve read every single one of your investigation reports.” His English was accentless and so fast that it was hard to follow.

Her hand was still tightly clasped between the two of his.

“All the way back to that first Cessna 152 that flew into the powerlines by Boeing Field in Seattle and ended up dangling upside down for hours. I’ve taught you everything I know. No. Wait. Everything I know I’ve taught… You know what I mean. I’m— I’m…speechless.”

“All evidence to the contrary,” Holly remarked drily from somewhere behind her.

Miranda’s attempts to recover her hand weren’t working.

“It’s amazing. I’ve been so hoping to just meet you or even attend one of your lectures. And now here I am assigned to your team. This is too perfect to be true. I’m Jeremy. Jeremy Trahn. Did I already say that? I’m just so excited to be here that I can’t begin to tell you. Such an honor to—”

Holly reached out and casually took Jeremy’s forearm.

“Ow! Hey!” His clasp relaxed suddenly, as if his nerves had been switched off.

Miranda recovered her hand and Holly let the man go.

“I think she got the idea, mate.”

“Sorry, it’s just—” Jeremy wrapped his other hand protectively over where Holly had seemed to barely touch his forearm.

“Honor and privilege and all that rot.” Holly turned to Miranda. “So I’m guessing that you’re some kind of hot shit crash girl in addition to facing down generals. I seriously like that. Want to get married? Not that I’m into girls, but I bet you’re a gas to hang around with. What are you?” She addressed the last to Jeremy.

“Systems specialist: electrical, fuel, hydraulics, you name it,” he rebounded with his full enthusiasm even as he rubbed at his arm. “Oh and weather. I’m always fascinated by the interaction of processes whether it’s electronic, fuel-based, or even atmospheric conditions. MIT at sixteen for computer systems. Though I went to Princeton for a double doctorate: fluid dynamics and advanced system topology modeling. Then I—”

Holly reached out toward his arm again.

Jeremy clutched it to his chest and stopped talking.

Meet Miranda’s Team: Mike Munroe

No woman is complete without her team…even if she doesn’t know them.

military technothrillerAn excerpt from Drone:

Mike Munroe stepped up to the two women after the general was out of hearing range.

“What is wrong with you two? Are you trying to get shot?”

Holly, the blonde Australian who had been on his flight—apparently asleep from the moment she hit the seat until the helicopter’s skids touched the ground—arched an eyebrow at him. Clearly practiced to put men in their place, he didn’t bother reacting to it.

The petite brunette on the other hand ignored him completely as she carefully labeled the scrap of metal she’d bagged.

“I mean seriously. The man had a revolver.”

“That’s not a revolver. It’s an M17; a Sig Sauer P320 to civilians. Nice upgrade from the M9 your Army boys used to carry,” the Australian was emphatic.

“He was going to shoot you.”

“Not with a revolver, he wasn’t, mate. Because he didn’t have one.”

Mike considered kneeling down and pounding his forehead on the sandy soil.

“You’re NTSB?”

The blonde turned her back on him to show the NTSB emblazoned across the back of her vest that he probably should have noticed sooner.

“How’d you get here from Australia?”

“Decided to hop a ’roo and try something new. ATSB, Australian Transport Safety Board, sent me over for cross training.”

“Here,” he tossed her a tube of sunscreen. She was fair-skinned enough to burn in minutes. She tossed it back right at his face. Only his quick reaction time managed to save his nose. Normally women appreciated his thoughtfulness.

She then pulled out a ball cap as if that would save her ears, neck, and other exposed areas. She made an unruly ponytail through the loop of the cap. The woman looked as if she’d hacked off her hair with a knife. Maybe the big one strapped to her thigh.

Her cap was yellow and green and announced the Australian Matildas.

“Who are they?”

“Hallo! Best soccer team in Oz? Well, not yet, but they will be. Catch a clue, pretty boy. There’ll be a quiz at end of week.”

“It’s already Saturday.” And dammit, that reminded him that he’d had a hot date lined up for this afternoon: 5K run, dinner at Basta, and hopefully some serious sex afterward. At least he had before they’d mobilized him out of Denver a couple hours ago. He checked his cell. No reception. No way to reach her. Alejandra—even her name was sexy—was gonna be pissed, probably past recovery. This sucked in so many ways.

“Better get studying then, hadn’t you?” Holly was enjoying herself too much at his expense, so he ignored her.

The brunette was drifting away, turning back toward the wreck. “Excuse me, is one of you Miranda Chase?”

The brunette turned back to look at him with narrowed eyes. Then she opened them incredibly wide—but not as if she was surprised. More as if she was seeing how wide she could make them. She didn’t speak; instead she tapped her badge.

He glanced down and read her name.

Mike held out a hand. “Hi. I’m Mike Munroe, your operations and human-performance investigator.”

“You’re not Evelyn,” Miranda narrowed her eyes again. Was she angry that he wasn’t?

He made a show of glancing down at himself. “No, I don’t seem to be. At least not today.”

“He could be an Evelyn,” Holly inspected him from head to toe as if he was a dead fish. Usually ladies liked what they saw when they looked at him. Alejandra certainly had.

“I’m not.”

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