Monday, April 14, 2014

DV Berkom


I stuffed the NVGs into my Gore-Tex jacket, making sure the lanyard was secure around my neck, and glanced out the opening at the rapidly darkening sky. I didn’t dare look at the ground.

It was a long way down.

The jumpmaster knelt on the side of the ramp, held onto the aircraft, and stuck his head outside, searching for the drop zone


What if the parachute doesn’t open? I thought.

Then Quinn will deploy the reserve chute, I told myself. You’ll be fine.

But what if that one doesn’t work? I argued.

Then you’ll be dead, so stop worrying.

I kept my gaze trained on the light above us. Red meant wait, green meant go. At this point I wished it would change to green already. Obviously, I had committed to the jump, since I was strapped to Quinn and Artemis.

Okay, committed might be too strong a word. Maybe trapped or forced to jump would be more appropriate. Either way, I couldn’t turn back now.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, reminding myself I was doing it for Lauren and Abby. Maybe if I thought of it as a dream, I’d be better able to function. Yeah, that was it. A dream.

“One minute!”

My eyes flew open. The jumpmaster held up one finger. Panic raced up my spine.

Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. “Thirty seconds!”

No. Definitely not a good idea. My body froze as the voice in my head screamed at me to turn back.

The light turned green. The jumpmaster struggled to his feet under the weight of his gear, thrust out his arm and pointed off the ramp. It was time to go.

Quinn muscled me forward.

Oh, Jesus God. I’m going to be the first one out.

I looked down as my feet reached the edge of the ramp. The wind howled past me through the gaping maw of the opening. It was dark. And cold.

And terrifying.

Every fiber of my being wanted to dig in my heels and throw myself backward onto the plane.

“Can’t we rethink this, Quinn? I can’t—I really don’t want to go.” The panic in my voice was annoying.

“Too late, Kate,” Quinn yelled into my ear as he prodded me toward empty space. “Just fall forward.”


The wind tore the rest of the words from my mouth.

Description for A One Way Ticket to Dead:

After years of running from her ex—a vicious Mexican drug lord—and his subsequent death, Kate Jones is ready to bury the past and try to piece together a new normal. But first there’s a loose end to tie and it involves digging up old ghosts that are best left alone.

Unaware her actions have attracted the notice of a powerful enemy Kate is plunged into a deadly fight for survival, as both her life and the lives of the children of a man she once loved hang in the balance. And, with the possibility of an informant inside the DEA, she doesn’t know who she can trust.

From the emerald green shores of Seattle to the lush Yucatan jungle and unforgiving Sonoran desert, Kate Jones must once again face her past...and hope she survives.


DV Berkom is a slave to the voices in her head. As the author of two bestselling thriller series (Leine Basso and Kate Jones), her love of creating resilient, kick-*ss female characters stems from a lifelong addiction to reading spy novels, mysteries, and thrillers, and longing to find the female equivalent within those pages.

Raised in the Midwest, she received her BA in political science from the University of Minnesota and promptly moved to Mexico to live on a sailboat. Many, many cross-country moves (and several years) later, she now lives just outside of Seattle, Washington with the love of her life, Mark, an ex-chef-turned contractor, and writes every chance she gets.

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1 comment:

DVBerkom said...

Thank you for featuring A One Way Ticket to Dead, Chris!