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The year is 1981. The Osirak nuclear facility will become operational in a few weeks. Can British spy Nikki Sinclair stop an Armageddon of unimaginable horror and destruction from engulfing the Middle East?
Sinclair is sent on a mission that will be fraught with danger, deception and betrayal. Unexpectedly she encounters her ex- lesbian lover, Dvora Bar Zahavi who is an agent for the Mossad. Is this a coincidence? Or are dark forces gathering around Sinclair? Sparks fly again, and Sinclair’s emotions are twisted and torn, can she trust Dvora? Can she trust her own side? Or perhaps no one at all?
Sinclair begins to understand that she is little more than a pawn in a dangerous, international political game of physical intimacy.
This high stakes action packed, grand panoramic espionage thriller is set in five countries and over three continents. Loosely based on a true story, code named Operation Opera by the Israelis, this thrilling book by Jaye Rothman will intrigue and entertain you.
˃˃˃ “Oil, the bane of the Western World. Don't you agree Sinclair?”
“As for Saddam, his plan is to wipe Israel and Iran off the map. Chirac used his influence opening doors for Saddam that would normally have been closed. Saddam has acquired tonnes of highly toxic organic compounds ”" nerve gas. Now that he’s started a war with Iran the whole region is a tinderbox. Chirac and Hussein have a marriage made in heaven. Both get what they want. Bugger the rest of the world.”
˃˃˃ Chapter 6
"Don had seated himself in his car and was about to turn on the ignition when, suddenly, a figure opened his door. He looked up and was surprised to see a striking looking woman with dark hair standing there.
“Don, is it?” She spoke with an accent he couldn’t place.
“Yes, that’s right. Do I know you?”
“Where’s the microfilm?” He saw a glint of a knife.
Don stammered. “In the cigarette packet.”
He saw the flash of the knife, but was unable to call out, as she had her hand over his mouth in a flash.
˃˃˃ Chapter 9
"Impulsively Sinclair reached out to Dvora, and pulled her close. She kissed her, feeling Dvora’s response, which lit a fire deep inside her; seven years of loneliness evaporated, in that one moment. All the nerves in her body were quivering; her arms tightened further round Dvora’s waist. She could feel the curves of her body pressing against her, and she could feel Dvora’s all consuming heat. Oh, her heat. That’s what she had missed most of all ”" her heat and passion. Dvora encircled Sinclair’s neck with her arms."
˃˃˃ Chapter 31
Sinclair hurriedly put the projections back in the safe, but she wasn’t quick enough. The door opened. It was Harcourt! He stood in the doorway, partly illuminated by the light of the desk lamp. He walked towards the desk and faced her. “Chère Nikki. A spy caught in the act. That’s enough to send you to a firing squad here or perhaps the hangman’s noose. Who are you working for? The British, the Israelis? Perhaps the Yanks?” Harcourt’s voice was hard, and his eyes bored into hers.
Sinclair chose to say nothing. She touched her stiletto for reassurance.