Uncommon valor in the line of duty and unconditional devotion in the name of love are the salient qualities of the daring men and women who risk it all in the heart-pounding thrillers of New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Brockmann. Crafted with precision and power, her characters come alive with a depth of emotion few writers have achieved. Now, with Breaking Point, Brockmann breaks even further through the pack and delivers a stunning payload.As commander of the nation's most elite FBI counterterrorism unit, agent Max Bhagat leads by hard-driving example: pushing himself to the limit and beyond, taking no excuses, and putting absolutely nothing ahead of his work. That includes his deep feelings for Gina Vitagliano, the woman who won his admiration and his heart with her courage under fire. But when the shocking news reaches him that Gina has been killed in a terrorist bombing, nothing can keep Max from making a full investigation-and retribution-his top priority.
FBI hostage negotiator Max Bhagat fell in love with Gina Vitagliano while rescuing her from a terrorist hijacking. Now she's been abducted, and he must rescue her again. With a ten-city tour, which (not surprisingly) includes an appearance at the Romance Writers of America convention. Three Brockmann romances have been chosen as the RWA #1 Favorite Book of the Year. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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Excerpt from Breaking Point by Suzanne Brockmann
FBI Headquarters, Washington, D.C.
June 20, 2005
It was a fabulous day. Blue sky. Low humidity. Not a lot of traffic this time of morning. Green lights at every intersection. A parking spot within javelin-throwing distance of the office building.
The elevator opened at the touch of the button and he rode it, express, all the way up to his floor. The doors opened again, and he got a good look at himself in the foyer mirror.
Dressed to shine in his favorite black suit, with a new shirt he'd bought himself as a present, Jules Cassidy was not your average, run-of-the-mill FBI agent, that was for sure. He pocketed his sunglasses and adjusted his tie, then headed down the hallway with a spring in his step.
When you look good, you feel good. No doubt about them apples.
Laronda's reception desk sat empty, but Max Bhagat's office door was tightly closed.
As early as Jules had come in today, his boss, the legendary FBI team leader known as "the Max" to his younger, more irreverent, and slightly less original junior subordinates"but never, ever called that to his face" had come in even earlier.
Although, to be honest, it was equally likely that Max had merely stayed extremely late.
Not that anyone would ever be able to tell the difference. Max didn't do rumpled, even when staying up for seventy-two hours straight. In fact, he could be sat on by a hippopotamus in a bizarre zookeeping accident and the first thing he would say after regaining consciousness would be, "Somebody get me a clean shirt."
The man kept at least two complete changes of clothing in his office, not to mention a series of electric razors in his desk drawer, his briefcase, his car's glove compartment, and probably one or two places Jules didn't know about.
Hey now, ho now! Max wasn't the only one in early today. That was definitely gourmet coffee that Jules smelled brewing. Max may have been a brilliant negotiator, but the man was severely coffee-making challenged.
French vanilla. Lordy, lordy, Jules loved the French vanilla. Even though he hadn't gotten into the office before Max or the mysterious
coffee brewer, it remained, indeed, a glorious, promise-filled day.
Jules stopped at the kitchen cubby and"thank you, baby Jesus!" found his favorite mug already squeaky clean in the drying rack. The container that held the ground coffee beans was empty, but there was enough for one more generous cup in the pot on the warmer.