The Taste of Fear

The Taste of Fear

Jeremy Bates

Language: English

Pages: 360

ISBN: B00JKN41ZS

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


IN THE JUNGLE NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM

American movie star Scarlett Cox and her husband, hotel tycoon Salvador Brazza, head to Africa to get away and resuscitate their ailing marriage. When robbed of their money and passports, they seek help from the U.S. Embassy in Dar es Salaam on the very day Al Qaeda chooses to bomb it. In an eyeblink they are taken hostage and whisked across the border deep into the Congo, one of the last truly wild places left on earth.

Battling terrorists, deadly wildlife, and cannibalistic rebels, Scarlett and Sal must find a way to survive in a violent, primeval world. And the only person who may be able to save them is the assassin sent to kill them.

˃˃˃ PRAISE FOR JEREMY BATES AND HIS BOOKS:

"Thriller fans and readers of Stephen King, Joe Lansdale, and other masters of the art will find much to love in this highly recommended, action-packed read." - Midwest Book Review on Island of the Dolls

"An understated horror story that will remind readers what chattering teeth sound like." -Kirkus on Suicide Forest

"[A] short, sharp shocker...Bates writes persuasively from Brian's adolescent point of view, making the horror of his youthful reminiscences that much more intense." - Publishers Weekly on Black Canyon

"Jeremy Bates has written a great book that would make a great Hollywood screenplay!" - Suspense Magazine on The Taste of Fear

"Bates takes an intriguing premise to shocking lengths, revealing the outcome only in an epilogue. A graphically violent story with building suspense and a moral about where weaving such a web may lead." - Booklist on White Lies

"The Catacombs is a thrilling descent into the unknown, peeling back the dark layers like a rotting onion, tears running down your face as you try to climb your way out. A hypnotic story of buried truths, disfigured creatures, and lost histories told with an authoritative voice full of heart and insight." - Richard Thomas, Bram Stoker nominated author on The Catacombs

"Jeremy Bates doesn't miss a trick, teasing and misleading, ratcheting up the tension as the heroine...loses traction on a slippery slope of deceptions." - Glenn Kleier, New York Times bestselling author on White Lies

"A horror story like none other...makes for a read that will delight horror fans who want their novels steeped in psychological suspense as well as action." - Midwest Book Review on The Catacombs

"A success!" - Hellnotes on Suicide Forest

˃˃˃ PRAISE FOR THE BOOKS IN THE WORLD'S SCARIEST PLACES SERIES (SUICIDE FOREST, THE CATACOMBS, HELLTOWN, ISLAND OF THE DOLLS):

"Definitely gave me chills reading this late at night which hasn't happened since I was a 13 year old teenager reading Stephen King's, It, for the first time." - verothehero

"Move over King and Koontz there's a new talent in town." - judy pfanner

"I had to stop reading at certain points because he was freaking me out. That only happens to me with one other writer--Stephen King." - Lyn Lutrzykowski

"I think of early Clive Barker, without the guts." - H. Kelly

"Suicide Forest is up the with Joe Hills Heart Shaped Box." - Lola Cain

"Scariest book I've ever read" - Jamie Dobbs

"If you like Greg Olsen or Jeffrey Deaver, Jeremy Bates is a great new talent." - Lnh

"If you like Greg Olsen or Jeffrey Deaver, Jeremy Bates is a great new talent." - Lnh

"I found it rivaling some of Stephen King's and Dean Koontz's early works---high praise indeed." - Diana D

"If you enjoy Richard Layman, you'll love reading Jeremy Bates" - Anna W.

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same symptoms as excitement, the only difference being willingness. “I would like Salvador Brazza’s itinerary.” She didn’t move. He nodded to her computer. “Go on, lass. Go print it off.” Still didn’t move. He slapped the counter. “Go on!” That broke her paralysis. She hurried to her desk and fiddled with the mouse. Her hand shook badly. The older of the two men said, “You don’t need a gun, man. Put away the gun. We’ll give you whatever you want. Just take it

which supposedly offered the most privacy. The villa was perched up on ten-foot stilts. She wondered if that was to give the guests a better view of the crater, or to keep the wildlife out. Wilson held the door open for her. She stepped inside to teak walls, hardwood floors, and a domed banana-leaf ceiling. She eyed the king-size bed with the purple bedspread and massive carved headboard and decided it would suffice. On the plane from LA to Tanzania, Sal had told her there had been no

with our guy.” Sal’s blood boiled at the mention of the man who’d tried to kill him. The fact that this particular man was rich and powerful himself, revered as a god in parts of Asia, made the attempted assassination only slightly less insulting. “Put him on,” he said. Raspy breathing sounded on the other end of the line. “Hello, Don,” Sal said. Silence. “I want a name.” More silence. “Danny!” Seconds later: “I’m here.” “I told you I wanted

during the jungle warfare part of his SAS training in the jungles of Belize, he had been on patrol and came across a group of Mayan Indians searching for a little girl who’d been missing from the village for two days. He lent a hand with the search, and shortly thereafter they discovered a large boa with an ominous bulge extending its middle section. They cut the snake open and found the missing girl inside, curled into a fetal position, partly digested. Not exactly a nice way to go. As the

half lift with his shoulder, helping her up and over the low window ledge. Then she was running to the portside railing, straddling it, leaping to the river below. She hit the water with a splash and was immediately enveloped in darkness. For a moment she had no idea which way was which. Panic swelled inside her. She swung her head from side to side, her hair trailing in front of her eyes. A foot brushed the bottom and she knew up from down. She looked up and saw what she thought was the dark

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