This fast-paced thriller that follows a lonely gynecologist who risks
everything for love and his country will engage you until its final,
explosive scene.
Dr. Vince DeLuca would normally take a Tito's straight up with two
olives after a ruptured ectopic pregnancy nearly flatlined a patient.
Maybe follow it up with a one-night stand to chase away memories of the
trauma that's kept his life stagnant for so long.
But when he overhears one of his recovering patients--married to the CEO
of a defense contractor--mumbling about "stingers," "revenge," and her
affair with a mysterious man named Salaam, Vince's PTSD alights. Sure,
it could just be the ramblings of a woman on too much morphine, or she
could be talking about the missing anti-aircraft weapons he read about
and a highly sought-after terrorist.
Vince decides to leave it to the FBI, not suspecting that they would
send him Carolyn, a drop-dead gorgeous, slightly insane CIA agent who
needs his help. Vince is soon thrown into the fray and finds himself
both utterly in love and using everything he ever learned in his medical
career--including how to clamp a subclavian artery with a zip tie--to
help home in on the terrorists' plot, but not before they discover him
and come looking for blood.
