A tech billionaire seeks revenge that will kill millions... but first he plans to take out the half-Japanese secret agent who is a thorn in his side...

A philanthropist and visionary in the computer world, Gargamel Tossert is the last person authorities would suspect of bombing a Los Angeles skyscraper-connecting California's internet to the rest of the world. Unfortunately for him, Kiki Claymore is right on his trail. Why? Because Tossert has brainwashed Kiki's old roommate, Aislinn Rousseau, as his own agent of evil.

But when Kiki is forced to secretly escape the United States, all because of Tossert's actions, she refuses to stay undercover. Kiki demands to infiltrate Tossert's network, and rescue Aislinn from his influence. The trail leads to a secret bunker under Katarina, a historic neighborhood of Stockholm, Sweden.

With the unlikely help of the Hell's Angels, Kiki races against time to save her friend. And stop Tossert's plan to bring the world to its knees-by destroying every automobile built in the last twenty years with a deadly computer virus.

From inside the novel...

"One more thing, for the next forty minutes you can't stand up, okay?"

Kiki looked to the ceiling. There wasn't much room anyway. "Why not?"

"We're only flying twenty feet above sea level. Less than the height of a normal suburban house. At that altitude the uplift is so fragile that even the slightest variation in weight could send us into the water. So head to the restroom before we take off."

"Below the radar," said Tin Man. "But after forty minutes they have to gain altitude. The pilot loses the ability to judge distance. Over the water there's nothing for perspective. The chance of a crash increases."

"Until Mei turns off the smoking sign, okay?" said Digby.

Kiki sat back in her seat as the man in the polo shirt helped Digby raise the stairs and lock the door. Ground crew directed them onto the tarmac. After fifteen or so minutes the plane took off. At first they climbed, then came down again. Kiki looked out the window. The ocean was so close you could almost touch it.

KA-PLUNK

The jet wobbled violently. Then stabilized. Salt spray splashed against Kiki's window.

"Sorry about that," came Mei's voice over the intercom. "Something was in our way."

Kiki looked out as the jet shot past a cruise ship. No more than a hundred feet away.

The very same boat which had woken her that morning.

Kiki Claymore never asked to be recruited into a top-secret group of female spies. But when espionage runs in your family, it's only a matter of time...

The women of Task Force Ten aren't happy about their newest recruit, Kiki Claymore. She doesn't like taking orders, is terrible with a gun, and probably got the job through her family. Worse, a mole is relaying their every move to a group of international terrorists.

Kiki feels in over her head, and wants to quit. But it turns out her instincts are better than she thinks. While the rest of Task Force Ten plays it safe, she dives into the middle of the action. A great idea. Until she ends up an accomplice to terrorist thugs. Ready to un-leash a nuclear holocaust over Europe.

Romance, conspiracy and international intrigue have a new name... and that name is Kiki Claymore. Don't miss any of her thrilling adventures in the enigmatic world of global espionage

From Inside The Novel...

Digby waved the remote. "Let the arm go around you."

Kiki shot him a suspicious look, but she still nodded.

The robot stretched its arm over. Then it positioned its body to lie beside her. It felt like an awkward date in high school. "Hey baby," came the robotic voice.

"Why don't we spoon?"

Kiki burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" asked Digby. He wasn't amused.

"Yeah, baby, what's so funny?" said the robot.

Kiki laughed even harder.

"This is the most significant advance in mankind's history. It is the result of years... no, decades of hard work. It has not been perfected just for you to get the giggle fits."

Kiki calmed down. "Okay, are you serious about this? What the hell is it? I thought robots were used to build cars and microwaves."

Digby stood up. He looked like he was about to give a speech. "This is the world's first robotic sexual harassment simulator."

Kiki rolled her eyes. "It's a sex robot. Built by nerds in Japan. Who are afraid to talk to women."

"It's a simulator. It's used for training our intelligence agents on how to take advantage at the right time."

Kiki took a closer look. The thing was certainly creepy.

"It's programmed with over three hundred different sex-hungry male personality types. From Syrian diplomat-" Digby pressed a button on his remote. "To City of London hedge fund manager."

Only one woman can stop a Doomsday machine, menacing the earth from 50,000 feet... ...and that's Kiki Claymore

Daedalus. A top-secret drone program. Completely self-sufficient, it has been hijacked by a group of terrorists. They want to turn it into a flying nuclear bomb-aiming it right at New York City. Their leader? The most recent ex-boyfriend of a young woman named Kiki Claymore.

She's the latest recruit of Task Force Ten-an ultra secret group of NATO secret agents. Her mission: find her former lover and stop him at all costs. The only problem? None of her fellow spies trust her. Is she on a mission to stop the man who broke her heart? Or will she betray her NATO colleagues to keep her love alive?

From faking her way through the red light district of Barcelona to a deadly shootout at mission control in Cape Canaveral-Kiki Claymore is on assignment to stop the only man she's ever loved. Before he unleashes a holocaust that will kill millions.

From Inside The Novel...

This is where things got a bit weird. Meisner was still wearing a towel-Kiki saw Tatyana's hand disappear under it. An instant later the man's face shot up in agony: "AAAAhhhhhhhhhaaaaaa...what are you doing?"

Tatyana had latched on to one of his more delicate parts. "You don't like my technique?" she asked.

"Uh-uh."

"We want to know," said Tatyana, "who you've been ferrying."

Meisner squirmed. "What do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about."

Kiki saw Tatyana's wrist make another twist. Kiki leaned down. She was face-to-face with the guy. "Look, I don't like what she's doing either, but this is going to go on until she gets what she wants. We know who you are, what you do, and we've been reading your e-mails for the last six weeks. We've got a pretty good picture of your activities, and your friends. We don't care what you're doing. We don't want to have any contact with you, at all. But we're looking for someone, who you escorted to the airport this morning. We know you don't know his name. We just want to know where he was going."

Meisner was silent.

Kiki leaned in and whispered. "She's ripped them off before. Never on purpose. But accidents happen, you know. But that was in Minsk."