While the rules of the genre require our hero to of course prevail in
the end, Bai Tide supplies real suspense and real stakes along the way.
You'll enjoy going along for the ride. —Karen Burns, Amazon Reviewer
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About the Book
Title: Bai Tide
Author: Erika Mitchell
Genre: Espionage Thriller
After the events of Blood Money, CIA case officer Bai Hsu is assigned to a high-security private school for what he’s told is an easy assignment. Just a few months after he arrives, a hostile operative with ties to North Korea tries to break in to a school event, with motives unknown.
As his investigation progresses, he unravels a plot that, if not stopped, will result in the untimely and murderous deaths of tens of millions of people.
Bai Tide is Bai’s greatest challenge yet. A mission that will take him from the windswept beaches of San Diego to a whiteout blizzard in the foothills of Pyongyang, and make him question everything he thought he knew about working in the field…and about himself.
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Praise for Bai Tide
“BAI TIDE is a classic spy tale with
blisteringly original characters set against the up-tempo backdrop of North
Korean-American relations. Erika Mitchell turns the Asian theater of operations
into her personal literary playground for fashioning a no-holds-barred thriller
that reads like a post-modern combination of Frederick Forsyth and John Le
Carre with just enough Len Deighton sprinkled in for good measure. A thinking
man’s, or woman’s, page turner that revs in the red from artful beginning to
crafty climax.”
–Jon Land, USA Today bestselling author of Strong Darkness
“Bai Tide starts with a bang, then
escalates. An intriguing espionage thriller with a protagonist who’s a cross
between Bruce Lee and James Bond, it was pure entertainment from the beaches of
San Diego to the snow covered North Korea countryside. Devoured it in a
sitting. I’m looking forward to more sleepless nights from Erika Mitchell.”
–Robert Dugoni, NY Times and #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of My Sister’s Grave
“High octane action combined with the
slow burn of great, unforgettable characters. The kind of book that demands to
be read in a single long burst. Almost impossible to put down. This one will be
on your mind long after you’ve finished it.”
–Ted Kosmatka, 2010 Asimov’s Readers’ Choice Award-winning author of Prophet
of Bones.
Enjoy an Excerpt from Bai Tide
Agnes’s office at the end of the hall was largest of
all and afforded a stunning view of the dormitory, classrooms, and most of the
thirty acres of property the school owned. I sat in one of the
frigid-from-the-air-conditioning leather armchairs in the corner and pressed
the blinking yellow light on the secure teleconference device that sat on the
table to my left.
The projected image of a man I’d never met lit up the
wall in front of me. He was seated behind a desk, typing on a keyboard
off-screen. He kept typing for a few seconds after I picked up the call, then
clicked his mouse before looking into the camera.
He cleared his throat. “Mr. Broccoli, I presume?” He
sounded American, appeared to be in his late fifties, and had the lean look of
a man who’s stayed active his whole life.
“It depends. Who are you?” Maybe my reply seems rude,
but you learn quickly in the intelligence community that a stranger is a
potential enemy until proven otherwise.
“Nice James Bond reference. I like your sense of
humor.” He smiled, revealing even white teeth and crinkling blue eyes. He had a
good haircut and a nice tie, so I distrusted him out of hand. Government work
doesn’t generally pay well enough to afford ties like that.
“Glad to hear it.”
“My name’s Arthur Peters. I work with the State
Department.”
I resisted the urge to gulp. Mr. Nice Tie Nice Eyes
didn’t just work with the State Department. He was the Under Secretary for Arms
Control and International Security Affairs. He was one of those
behind-the-scenes guy who knew the secrets’ secrets, and it made me very, very
nervous that all my poking around had attracted his attention. This meant
something big was burbling in the watchdog section of the State Department and
it had something to do with the jackhole who’d tried to blow me up.
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