The Enemy
A red-hot political thriller from a blue state author.
Buried among the thousands of financial transactions he reviews each day, analyst Randy Duncan finds a secret web of laundered money financing the assassination of the President, which, in turn, will lead the country into war. Can Randy and his law-student daughter Clare follow the money and stop the enemy in time? In a political thriller worthy of Dan Brown, Richard Condon, and Allen Drury, award-winning novelist Larry Bograd charts a political thriller sure to keep you reading and leave you sleepless wondering and worried about who really controls America.
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EXCERPT
Stupid, arrogant! thought the Warden. Turn your back on a panther? You’re lucky to be alive. But then he looked at Kitra and her companions’ faces. Their expressions were a mix of horror, shock, and satisfaction.
The Warden smiled. Well done, Dox! That couldn’t have gone any better! Not only were the cats awake, they almost tore your arm off. You just doubled my asking price! Well done, thought the Warden as he helped the Minotaur back to his feet.
“Are you alright?” the Warden asked as he looked at Dox’s shredded arm. “I can get you something for the pain. We’ll need to stitch that up.”
Blood gushed from several large gashes in the beast-man’s forearm, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. “I’m fine, master. The pain is gone,” answered Dox.
“You’re making a mess, Dox; go get that cleaned up.”
The beast-man nodded. He grabbed a cloth, wrapped his wounded arm, and left the tent.
“I must have him,” said the war maiden.
“Excellent! Now, we only need settle on a price, and the beast is yours. The one with the four white socks, correct?” asked the Warden.
The war maiden didn’t even bother looking at Kai or the Warden as she answered. Her gaze was still fixed on Kelor. “I said I want this one. The one with no fear,” said Kitra as she pointed to Kelor.
I knew you were going to say that. The little pain put on too good of a show. I could make a fortune with him in the arena, thought the Warden. “Are you sure, my lady? As I mentioned before, the panthers can be a stubborn and ill tempered race, this one most of all… as you can clearly see.”
Kitra stood up and faced the Warden. “I want him. He’s perfect,” she said as she pointed at Kelor. “Let’s be done with it; I have other duties that require my attention.”
The Warden forced a smile as he ushered the group back to the receiving area of the tent. Fine, have it your way, but it’s gonna cost you, he thought.

Ooh sounds like an intense one! thanks for sharing. :)
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