I’m delighted to welcome Aussie author Susan Horsnell to my corner of the world today. She’s here to tell us about her new book WHEN EAGLES SOAR.
My name is Kyan Miller and I have the ability to change into an Eagle and soar above the Earth.
Yep, you heard right – an Eagle.
A curse placed on the family in 1626 resulted in all the male members of my family having this unusual ability from the age of sixteen.
I work for the Government in Covert Operations. I can obtain information other operatives cannot. This mission is one of my most dangerous to date. The US is being flooded by Cocaine from South America and the Governments of these two countries are working together to put a stop to it. They have been receiving valuable intel from two US operatives. Until …. one operative is found dead. The other is missing – Analia Rogers has neither been seen nor heard from for three days, we don’t know if she is dead or alive. I have been sent into the Alvarez family’s drug compound to find answers.
I’m on an inflexible deadline, in three days’ time, the compound will be blown to smithereens but there are details the Governments aren’t aware of which could place their forces in danger. Can I get the word out in time to prevent them from being slaughtered?
What I find inside the compound has my anger soaring to nuclear levels.
Am I in time?
Is there anything I can do?
And, who has betrayed us?
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The small café is located on a side street away from the center of town and prying eyes. A bell tinkles as I step through the door from the bright exterior to the dimly lit interior. I give my eyes a moment to adjust and spot my friend and handler seated at a table tucked away in the back corner.
“Señor?” (Sir) A pretty girl with flowing black hair and piercing blue eyes greets me.
“Do you speak English?” My Spanish is perfect as is my Russian, French, Mandarin and German but I prefer to converse in my native language.
“Excellent. I have a friend waiting here.” I indicate the back table. “Can you please bring me a black coffee and the menu for lunch?”
The girl hurried away, and I weaved through the tables toward my handler. He stood, and we shook hands before sitting.
“As prompt as ever, Kyan.”
“Would you accept me any other way, Carson?”
Carson remains quiet while a coffee is placed in front of me and the girl hands us each a menu. It takes only moments for us both to request the Paella and the girl again leaves us alone. I sip at my steaming hot brew.
“Did you look through the folder?” Carson inquires.
“Yes, and I headed up this morning to check the area. I had another look at the information before coming here. I’m guessing you want me inside the compound?”
“Yes, but not for the reasons you think.” Carson hands me a USB which I tuck into the pocket of my jeans. “This one will be tricky but I know you have the ability to pull it off. In fact, you’re the only one who can.”
“You have me intrigued.” I sip at my coffee and lean back as a plate of Paella is placed on the table in front of me. Taking the fork in my hand, I scoop up a generous amount and transfer it into my mouth. The food, as always in these South American countries, is superb. Carson is studying me closely.
He places his fork down, wipes his mouth on the snowy white napkin and sits back in his chair. “I’m worried about this one, Kyan.”
Carson Vaughan, my friend and handler for the past six years is a tall, distinguished looking gentleman in his early sixties. He’s been at his job for over thirty years and if he says he’s worried about a job, operatives should be scared shitless, which is what I am now. I have never known the man to show the slightest concern, let alone worry. He was Dad’s handler before he became mine and my father insists Carson is the best and coolest-headed man in the business. I lay down my fork and sit back in the chair, my appetite is now non-existent.
“Tell me what is going on, Carson.”
He indicates my pocket. “It’s all on there. You know I can’t force you to accept a job, but if you don’t take this one, we’re up shit creek with no boat – feed for the Caiman’s and I lose two operatives.” Carson stands and I rise with him.
We shake hands and he strides from the café. I sit back down and proceed to play with my food, deep in thought, gut pinching and nauseous.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Susan Horsnell and I write Sweet Western Historical Romance under my own name and Hot Contemporary Romance, M/M and BDSM under my pen name – A.L. Simpson.
I grew up in Sydney and moved to Queensland as an adult. I am married with two sons. Apart from writing, Critters are my passion. We have one Jack Russell Terrier called Caellagh (Kelly) and a very opinionated 26-yr-old Cockatiel.
Travel, walks, and the beach are my three most favorite things to do. My hope is for readers to enjoy what I have written as much as I enjoy writing it.
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