Escape is a sexy romantic thriller with a focus on the dangers of a nuclearized Middle East.
When Harvard student Layla Rose Wallace and her Saudi boyfriend are kidnapped in Dubai and taken to Iran, a deep-cover Mossad agent is activated and given a mission. He is ordered to either get Layla out of Iran, or failing that—kill her.
Cyrus Hassani is an assistant to the deputy director of Oghab2, Iran’s secretive intel organization with authority over their nuclear ambitions; he is a Mossad mole, gorgeous, sexy, and dangerous.
Fiery, auburn-haired, Layla Wallace is an art history doctoral candidate at Harvard, when on vacation she and her Saudi boyfriend are kidnapped in Dubai and taken to Tehran. As the daughter of a renowned nuclear physicist, she is a perfect target
When Cyrus first lays eyes on the feisty redhead, he knows he’s in trouble. When they are running for their lives, he’s fighting not only a powerful adversary who’s vowed to destroy him for his treason, but an impossible attraction to a woman he’s struggling to resist.
Their escape from Iran seems impossible as all routes close, with their hunters in hot pursuit. Cyrus must overcome not only deadly assassins, but the passions that have lain dormant within his cold heart from years of living as a spy. Can Cyrus and Layla survive and escape from Iran?
Can a spy and a student find love? Time is running out.
You shall not stand by while your fellow’s blood is shed. Leviticus 19:16
Cyrus Hassani could kill an opponent twenty-five different ways with his bare hands. It was as simple to him as sautéing an omelet or making love to a woman. He considered delivering a death blow, cooking, and lovemaking a triumvirate of artistic accomplishment. If asked, he would admit to being a master of all three. It had been a long time since he’d felt anything resembling an emotional connection to anyone. God, country, and family were meaningless designations holding no significance to him. His whole life centered on his work and his mission. He’d lived in the shadows so long that everything he did was suspect, even to himself. A Russian Spetsnaz commando completing his patrol of the deck grunted an acknowledgement to him, which he ignored. Fuck him. He had far more pressing issues to consider, like the fact that Russia and Iran were forming a new alliance.
Salty spray dampened his face. He gripped a cigarette between his thumb and index finger and leaned against the railing. The Russian warship Uglich knifed through the inky, black swells of the Caspian Sea toward the Port of Bandar Anzali, Iran. The moonless night provided the perfect cover for the secret shipment in its hold, a prototype for laser technology known as Silex, an innovation in processing uranium. Laser excitation miniaturized nuclear-fuel-cycle facilities, reducing cost, space, and time involved to manufacture highly enriched uranium. Iran’s mullahs were prepared to back their threatening rhetoric by building a nuclear arsenal.
The cargo represented a new relationship between Russia and Iran, a partnership that furthered Iran’s race to become a nuclear power. His task as an assistant to the deputy director of Oghab2—Eagle2—the Islamic Republic’s nuclear watchdog and most secretive department within the Ministry of Justice, was to deliver that precious cargo to the Fordow Nuclear Enrichment Plant.
The bow of the ship forged ahead through heavy seas, bearing technology that would further destabilize and shift the balance of world power. His eyes were locked on the twinkling lights of the port that lay in the distance. Shivering, he pulled his collar up against the chill. He could only imagine what lay ahead, which only made his mission more crucial.