Book #1

The First Coronation

The United States has elected the first female President, who comes from the political establishment inside D.C.’s beltway. Katherine Fontaine and her former Vice President husband bring their dysfunctional personal lives, progressive ideas, and an apologist’s agenda to The Oval Office. While China moves to gather power and a terrorist cell plans to make its mark, Katherine learns the U.S. Congress, as well as the general public, will not go along with her agenda, pushing her to act on her pre-election daydream of seizing control of the world’s most powerful nation. Meanwhile, seeing trouble on the horizon, an unlikely leader emerges in a small Kentucky town as he begins to prepare his neighborhood for the impending crisis.

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Reviews

“A realistic story of corruption and terrorism, James’s debut novel reflects well his thirty-one years in intelligence work.”

- Penny Woods,

Freelance Book Reviewer for Kentucky Living magazine

“Although clearly fiction, certain passages bare striking similarities to recent events, and readers will want to prepare for what may soon come.”

- Arlynn McMahon,

author of Train Like You Fly

“Interwoven stories, spell-binding intrigue, and characters who drew me into their world … impossible to put down.”

- Richard Warner,

Ph.D., Emeritus Professor, and author

Sneak Peak

Chapter One
Presidential Election Minus Three Months

Beijing, People’s Republic of China
1430 Hours Local Time

The most powerful man in the People’s Republic of China looked cautiously at the figure bowing deeply before him. He knew this man was his most valuable servant and, conversely, his most dangerous threat. He contemplated the man for several more seconds before speaking.

“Lao, when will our renegade province be returned to China?”

“General Secretary,” Lao said respectfully and very quietly, “there has been no change since our last meeting, however, our special source has revealed a strong likelihood of a Fontaine Presidency. When that happens, our options will be greatly expanded.”

Nodding his head, the General Secretary used a similar quiet voice to say, “And the probability of this extremely dangerous operation becoming known by the Americans? Will this lead directly to war?”

The tension in the air was palpable, with both men knowing the stakes involved, however, it had long ago been determined the rewards were worthwhile.

“The assessment from our handler in Washington and by my own small, hand-picked staff overseeing this operation shows confidence that if she does win the Presidency, as seems likely at this point, the threat will be surprisingly low. I chose the Charm School girl myself and she has proven to be superbly effective.” In hushed tones Lao continued to provide details, which brought a very rare smile to the lips of the General Secretary.

“Keep me informed, Lao.” With that the General Secretary turned and walked away.

Washington, D.C.
2300 Hours EDT

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her silky, black hair as she moved over his chest and lap. His excitement had been growing since he had arrived at the hotel room. In that time she brought him three fresh drinks while she delighted in hearing silly stories from the campaign. As each drink arrived, he was treated to her silk robe beginning to slowly slide open a little more. Her beautiful China-doll skin and imprints of her nipples in the silk made it difficult to focus on what he was saying. His frustrations from the campaign, which poured out over the first fifteen minutes, had resulted in her cradling his head between her magnificent breasts in one of the many special ways she used to make his troubles go away.

After forty-five minutes of eagerly listening to him talk, and he had to admit to himself, he did like to talk, she had plopped herself down in his lap, before quickly and skillfully opening his pants. In his mind, all he could think about was how he would best use her outstanding talents tonight, or maybe he would just let her take those matters in hand without his guidance.

The Mountains of Eastern Afghanistan
1930 Hours Local time the next day

“Great Leader,” Hadi said with sorrow and a hint of fear in his voice, “the men you sent to attack and gather weapons from the Afghan Army patrol failed and paid with their lives. I found their bodies and one badly wounded survivor four hours walk to the West. The survivor claimed they had killed at least two of the soldiers before a drone spotted their positions and was quickly followed by death raining down on them from some type of aircraft. He believed there must have been a Godless American with the patrol that brought about their deaths.”

Hadi bowed his head and looked at the ground as he felt the penetrating gaze of the Great Leader bore into his head. He half expected to feel a bullet plow through his brain, but was surprised to hear only a resigned sigh.

“Hadi,” the Great Leader sighed, “we have not been kept alive by Allah, his most merciful, for this many years only to be killed, a few men at a time, until we are all blood in the desert sands. I will pray and opportunity will come to us. We will bring great glory to Allah and kill many infidels. Allah Akbar!”