{"product_id":"power-game-isbn-9780399585463","title":"Power Game","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn this sizzling and suspenseful GhostWalker novel by the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eSpider Game\u003c\/i\u003e, two lovers discover there’s no telling who will come out on top.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e When radical terrorists take hostages in Indonesia, Captain Ezekiel Fortunes is called to lead the rescue team. Part of a classified government experiment, Zeke is a supersoldier with enhanced abilities. He can see better and run faster than the enemy, disappear when necessary and hunt along any terrain. There are those in the world willing to do anything for power like that...\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e A formidable spy genetically engineered to hide in plain sight, Bellisia rarely meets a man who doesn’t want to control her or kill her. But Zeke is different. His gaze, his touch—they awaken feelings inside her that she never thought possible. He’s the kind of man she could settle down with—if she can keep him alive...“Lucky number 13 in Feehan’s contemporary paranormal romance Ghostwalker series is packed with heart-pounding action and toe-curling heat.”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Confrontations with old enemies and the discovery of potential new ones throws another big complication into the lives of Feehan’s latest protagonists and all of the allied GhostWalkers. One of the key reasons why Feehan’s GhostWalkers series is so outstanding is its overarching theme of outsiders learning how to trust, love and build relationships. Paranormal romance at its best!”—\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e (4½ stars, Top Pick)\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMore Praise for Christine Feehan and the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling GhostWalker novels\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“The queen of paranormal romance! I love everything she does.”—J. R. Ward, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Romance, suspense, danger, action-packed excitement, hot hot men, and on top of all that, a couple that sizzles all throughout the book...Sexy as hell.”—The Reading Cafe\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I cannot wait to see where Ms. Feehan takes us next.”—Fresh Fiction\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Packed with adventure...Not only is this a thriller, the sensual scenes rival the steaming bayou. A perfect 10.”—Romance Reviews Today\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“One of the best storytellers around!”—\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sultry and suspenseful...swift-moving and sexually charged.”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eChristine Feehan\u003c\/b\u003e is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Carpathian series, the GhostWalker series, the Leopard series, the Shadow Riders series, and the Sea Haven novels, including the Drake Sisters series and the Sisters of the Heart series.1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bellisia Adams stared at herself in the mirror. Beside her was      JinJing, a sweet woman, unaware that the man she worked for was an      infamous criminal or that the woman beside her was no more Chinese      than the man on the moon. Bellisia's hair was long and straight, a      waterfall of silk reaching to her waist. She was short,      delicate-looking, with small feet and hands. She spoke flawlessly      in the dialect JinJing spoke, laughing and gossiping companionably      in the restroom during their short break.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She kept her heart rate absolutely steady, the beat never rising      in spite of the fact that she knew just by the heightened security      and the tenseness of the guards that what she'd been looking for      this past week was finally here. It was a good thing too. Time was      running out fast. Like most of the technicians in the laboratory,      she didn't wear a watch, but she was very aware of the days and      hours ticking by.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e JinJing waved to her and hurried out as the chime sounded, the      call back to work. Anyone caught walking the halls was instantly      let go. Or at least they disappeared. Rumor had it that wherever      they were taken was not pleasant. The Cheng Company paid well.      Bernard Lee Cheng had many businesses and employed a good number      of people, but he was a very exacting boss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bellisia couldn't wait any longer. She couldn't be caught in the      restroom either. Very carefully she removed the long wig and      lifelike skin of her mask and rolled them into her white lab coat.      She slipped off the laboratory uniform, revealing the skintight      one-piece bodysuit she wore under it-one that reflected the      background around her. Her shoes were crepe-soled and easy to move      fast in. She removed them and shoved them in one of the pockets.      Her pale blond hair was braided in a tight weave. She was as ready      as she'd ever be. She slipped out, back into the narrow hallway      the moment she knew it was empty. Acute hearing ensured she knew      exactly where most of the technicians were on the floor. She knew      the precise location of every camera and just how to avoid them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Once in the hall, she climbed up the wall to the ceiling, blending      in with the dingy, off-white color that looked like it had seen      better days. As she moved from the hallway of the laboratory to      the offices the wall color changed to a muted blue, fresh and      crisp. She changed color until she was perfectly blending in and      slowed her pace. Movement drew the eye, and there were far more      people in the offices. Most of them were in small, open cubicles,      but as she continued through to the next large bank of offices,      the walls changed to a muted green in the one large office that      mattered to her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She could see the woman seated, facing away from her, looking at      the man behind the desk. Bernard Lee Cheng. She was very tempted      to kill him, take the opportunity of being so close and just get      the job done. It would rid the world of a very evil man, but it      wasn't her mission, no matter how much she wished it were. The      woman, Senator Violet Smythe-Freeman-now just Smythe-was her      mission, specifically to see if the senator was selling out her      country and fellow GhostWalkers, the teams of soldiers few even      knew existed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There was no way into the office, but that didn't matter. She      moved slowly across the ceiling, hiding in plain sight. Even if      one of the men or women on the floor happened to look up they      would have a difficult time spotting her as long as she was      careful to move like a sloth, inching her way to her destination.      She positioned herself outside the office over the door. Muting      the sounds around her, she concentrated on the voices coming from      inside the office.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cheng faced her. Even if she couldn't hear his every word because      he'd soundproofed his office, she could read lips. He wanted the      GhostWalker program. Files. Everything-including soldiers to take      apart. Her stomach clenched. Violet's voice was pitched low. She      had the ability to persuade people to do what she wanted with her      voice, but Cheng seemed immune.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She wanted money for her campaign. Maurice Stuart had named her      his running mate for the presidential election. If elected, she      planned to have Stuart assassinated so that she would become      president. Cheng would have an ally in the White House. It was a      simple enough business deal. The origins of dark money never had      to be exposed. No one would know.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Violet was beautiful and intelligent. She was poisonous. A      sociopath. She was also enhanced, one of the original girls Dr.      Whitney had found in orphanages and experimented on so that he      could enhance his soldiers without harming them. She used her      looks and her voice to get the things she wanted. More than      anything, she wanted power.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cheng nodded his head and leaned forward, his eyes sharp, his face      a mask. He repeated the price. Files. GhostWalkers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bellisia remained still as Violet sold out her country and fellow      soldiers. She told him where to find a team and how to get to      them. She also told him there were copies of the files he wanted      in several places, but most were too difficult to get to. The one      place he had the best chance was in Louisiana, at the Stennis      Center.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cheng responded adamantly, insisting she get the files for him.      She was just as adamant that she couldn't. He asked her why she      was so against the GhostWalker program.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bellisia tried to get closer, as if that would help her hear      better. She wanted to know as well. Violet was one of them. One of      the original orphans Peter Whitney had used for his own purposes-a      \"sister,\" not by blood but certainly in every other way. She'd      undergone the same experiments with enhancing psychic abilities.      With genetics, changing DNA. There was no doubt that Whitney was a      genius, but he was also certifiably insane.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Violet's murmured response horrified Bellisia. The woman was a      GhostWalker snob. Superior soldiers were fine. DNA of animals was      fine. Enhancement met with her approval, but not when it came to      the latest experiments coming to light-the use of vipers and      spiders. That was going too far and cheapened the rest of them.      She wanted anyone with that kind of DNA wiped out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There was a moment of silence as if Cheng was turning her sudden      burst of venomous hatred over and over in his mind, just as      Bellisia was. Bellisia could have warned Violet that she was      skating close to danger. Violet was a GhostWalker. Few had that      information, but with that one outburst, she'd made a shrewd,      extremely intelligent man wonder about her. He had a GhostWalker      right there in his laboratory.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Violet, seemingly unaware of the danger, or because of it, swiftly      moved on, laying out her demands once again. The two went back to      haggling. In the end, Violet began to rise, and Cheng lifted a      hand to stop her. She sank down gracefully, and the deal was made.      Bellisia listened to another twenty minutes of conversation while      the two hashed out what each would do for the other.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bellisia calculated the odds of escaping if she killed the senator      as the traitor emerged from Cheng's office. They weren't good.      Even so, she still entertained the idea. The level of the woman's      treachery was beyond imagination. She despised Violet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A stir in the office drew her attention. Guards marched in and      directed those in the smaller offices out. She glanced into the      hallway and saw that the entire floor was being cleared. Her heart      accelerated before she could stop it. She took a slow breath and      steadied her pulse just as the siren went off, calling everyone,      from the labs to the offices, into the large dorm areas.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Lockdown. She couldn't get to the restroom to retrieve her      uniform, lab coat and wig before the soldiers searched, nor did      she have enough time remaining before the virus injected into her      began to kill her. She also couldn't remain in one of Cheng's      endless lockdowns. He was paranoid enough that he had kept workers      on the premises for over a week more than once. She'd be dead      without the antidote by that time. Cheng would be even tighter      with his security once the clothes and wig were discovered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She began the slow process necessary to make her way across the      ceiling to the hall. She couldn't go down to the main floor.      Soldiers were pouring in and every floor would be flooded by now.      She had to go up to the only sanctuary she might be able to get      to. There were tanks of water housed on the roof that fed the      sprinkler systems. That was her only way to stay safe from the      searches Cheng would conduct once her clothes were found. That      meant she had to take the elevator.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cursing mentally in every language she was fluent in-and that was      quite a few-she hovered just above the elevator doors. The      soldiers would go into the elevator and that meant she had to be      very close to them. The men were already on alert and gathering in      front of the elevator. The slightest mistake would cost her.      Although she could blend into her environment, it took a few      seconds for her skin and hair to change. Her clothing would mirror      her surroundings, so she would have the look of the elevator over      her body but her head and hands and feet would be exposed for that      couple of seconds.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Heart pounding, she slowly edged over to the very top of the      elevator. Should she try to start blending into that color now, or      wait until she was inside with a dozen guards and guns? She had      choices, but the wrong one would end her life. Changing colors to      mirror her background was more like the octopus than the      chameleon, but it still took a few precious moments. She began      changing, concentrating on her hands and feet first until she      appeared part of the doors. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A ping signaled that she only had seconds to get inside and up the      wall to the ceiling of the elevator. She waited until soldiers      stepped into the elevator and slipped inside with them, clinging      to the wall over their heads. The door nearly closed on her foot      before she could pull it in. The men crowded in, and there was      little space. She felt as if she couldn't breathe. The car didn't      have high ceilings, so they were mashed together and the taller      ones nearly brushed against her body. Twice, the hair of the man      closest to her-and it was just her bad luck that he was      tall-actually did brush against her face, tickling her skin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She rode floor to floor as men got off to sweep each, making      certain that all personnel did as the siren demanded and went      immediately to the dormitory where they would be searched.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The last of the soldiers went to the roof. She knew this would be      her biggest danger point. She had to exit the elevator right      behind the last soldier. It was imperative that all of them were      looking outward and not back toward the closing doors. She was a      mimic, a chameleon, and no one would be able to see her, but once      again it would take precious seconds to complete the change in a      new environment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She crawled down to the floor and eased out behind the last man,      her gaze sweeping the roof to find the water tanks. There were six      banks of them, each feeding the sprinklers on several floors. She      stayed very still, right up against the wall until her skin and      hair adjusted fully to the new background. Only then did she begin      her slow crawl across the roof, making for the nearest tank while      the soldiers spread out and swept the large space.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Up so high the wind was a menace, blowing hard and continuously at      the men. They stumbled as it hit them in gusts. She stayed low to      the ground, almost on her belly. She stopped once when one of the      soldiers cursed in a mixture of Mandarin and Shanghainese. He      cursed the weather, not Cheng. No one would dare curse Cheng,      afraid it would get back to him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cheng considered himself a businessman. He'd inherited his empire      and his intellect from his Chinese father and his good looks and      charm from his American movie star mother. Both parents had opened      doors for him, in China as well as the United States. He had      expanded those doors to nearly every country in the world. He'd      doubled his father's empire, making him one of the wealthiest men      on the planet, but he'd done so by providing to terrorists, rebels      and governments classified information, weapons and anything else      they needed. He sold secrets to the highest bidder, and no one      ever touched him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bellisia didn't understand what it was that drove people to do the      terrible things they did. Greed. Power. She knew she didn't live      the way others did, but she didn't see that the outside world was      any better than her world. Maybe worse. Hers was one of discipline      and service. It wasn't always comfortable and she couldn't trust      very many people, but then outside her world, the majority didn't      seem to have it much better.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The cursing soldier stopped just before he tripped over her. She      actually felt the brush of the leather of his boot. Bellisia eased      her body away from him. Holding her breath. Keeping her movements      infinitely slow. She inched her way across the roof, the movements      so controlled her muscles cramped in protest. It hurt to move that      slowly. All the while her heart pounded and she had to work to      keep her breathing steady and calm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She was right under their noses. All they had to do was look down      and see her, if they could penetrate her disguise. She watched      them carefully, looking out of the corners of her eyes, listening      for them as well, but all the while measuring the distance to the      water tanks. It seemed to take forever until she reached the base      of the nearest one. Forever.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She reached a hand up and slid her fingers forward using the setae      on the tips of her fingers to stick. Setae-single microscopic      hairs split into hundreds of tiny bristles-were so tiny they were      impossible to see, so tiny Dr. Whitney hadn't realized she      actually had them, in spite of his enhancements. Pushing the setae      onto the surface and dragging them forward allowed her to stick to      the surface easily. Each seta could hold enormous amounts of      weight, so having them on the pads of her fingers and toes allowed      her to climb or hang upside down on a ceiling easily. The larger      the creature, the smaller the setae, and no seta had ever been      recorded that was small enough to hold a human being-until Dr.      Whitney had managed unwittingly to create one.","brand":"Berkley","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301999431909,"sku":"NP9780399585463","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780399585463.jpg?v=1767735013","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/power-game-isbn-9780399585463","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}