Oodles of actionnow that's what I call a thriller. Sizzling hot! Stephen Coonts, New York Times bestselling author of The DiscipleDavid Hagberg is a proven master of the thriller genre and Senator Byron Dorgan brings a unique, insider's view on politics and the world. Together they've woven a complicated tale, told deceptively simple, that will leave you wanting more. Plenty of sizzle in this page-turner. Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling author of The Jefferson KeyCombining masterly writing skills with deep knowledge of their subject, authors Dorgan and Hagberg serve up a unique, thought-provoking and, above all, ceaselessly exciting novel about today's hidden security threat: our willingness to overlook evil in our addiction to foreign energy supplies. The pace will make you sweat, the plot will make you think, and the peril is very real. Ralph Peters, New York Times bestselling author of Cain at Gettysburg and The War After ArmageddonDorgan and Hagberg have written an edge-of-the-seat thriller about energy that will stretch your imagination and keep you guessing until the very last page. Former U.S. Senate Majority Leader Tom DaschleThis book hits the bull's-eye on our energy challenge. How to end our addiction to foreign oil by finding new ways to produce energy here at home while at the same time protecting our environment? Blowout combines a healthy imagination about an energy future with fast-paced action. Former Governor of New Mexico and U.S. Energy Secretary Bill RichardsonAbout the AuthorSENATOR BYRON L. DORGAN served as a U. S. Senator and Congressman for North Dakota for thirty years before retiring in January 2011. He was Chairman of Senate Committees and Subcommittees on the issues of Energy, Aviation, Appropriations, Water Policy and Indian Affairs. Senator Dorgan is the author of the New York Times bestseller Take This Job and Ship It and Reckless!: How Debt, Deregulation and Dark Money Nearly Bankrupted our Country (And How to Fix It!).DAVID HAGBERG is a former Air Force cryptographer who has traveled extensively in Europe, the Arctic, and the Caribbean. He has published more than twenty novels of suspense, including the bestselling Allah's Scorpion, Dance with the Dragon, and The Expediter. He makes his home in Sarasota, Florida.Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.1FIFTEEN MILES SOUTH of Medora in the North Dakota Badlands the panorama was nothing short of stunning, otherworldly, ancient, atavistic in a way in its appeal. The late afternoon was cold, near zero, a light wind blowing down from the Montana high plains when the forty-five-foot Newell Motorcoach, towing an open trailer with three rugged ATVs, topped a rise and pulled off to the side of the narrow gravel road.Barry Egan stepped out, walked a few yards farther up a gentle slope, and raised a pair of Steiner mil specs binoculars to scope out the broad valley that ran roughly north and south through the middle of the Badlands Little Missouri National Grassland. In the far distance he followed the tall, razor-wire-topped fence marked U.S. GOVERNMENT RESERVATION: VISTORS BY PERMIT ONLY to a group of buildings low on the horizon to the east.Another man got out of the coach, dressed like Egan in an elk hunters camouflage Carhartts, boots, and stocking cap, and took up a west flanking position down the road. For now he was armed with a .338 Winchester Magnum big game hunting rifle, with three-hundred-grain cartridges that had enough stopping power to put down a grizzly, or even a polar bear.Egan, a man in his late twenties, was good-looking in a narrow-faced but sincere way; his dark eyes and the thin line of his mouth sometimes showed happiness, and when it happened everyone within shouting distance seemed to relax. All the conflict went out of the air, and people felt good, even confident.But it was mostly an act, because Egan had been angry for as long as he could remember; at first because his stepfather had come back from the first Iraq war a changed, angry man, who beat on his wife, and then when life seemed to be getting at least tolerable, the old bastard had gotten himself shot to death inside a refinery in Texas, leaving his wife and son to fend for themselves in what was a tough old world.Like father like son, Egan thought as he lowered the binoculars and turned back to his outriders and grinned. After all this trouble, doesnt look like much after all, does it?Craig Moose Swain, by far the largest of the five operators Egan had brought with him, laughed out loud. He was a former Delta Force corporal whod gone a little overboard during what was supposed to be a preliminary recon mission in a mountain valley near Asmar on the Afghan-Pakistan border, killing a family of eight, including the father and five brothers, none of them armed. Hed been given an other-than-honorable discharge and had wandered around the Soldier of Fortune, American Firster, and Super Patriot organizations before finally winding up in Bozeman, Montana, where hed appeared in Egans radar, moving in and around the New Silver Shirts, Christian Identity, and Sovereign Citizen movements. A player. A soldier for God.Tonight? he asked.Supper time, Egan said. Eighteen hundred hours. Itll be dark by then.Moose, whod loved every minute he spent in Afghanistan, had been scoping a narrow plume of smoke rising in the southwest, lowered his rifle. That it, Sarge? he asked.Egan turned his binoculars to where Moose, with what Egan called his Strike Force Alpha team thousand-yard stare, was pointing, and studied the dark smudge being shredded by the wind, and shook his head.Campfire, maybe a cabin fireplace, or something from the Badlands Roundup Lodge, he said. Shouldnt be no smoke from Donna Marie, unless they screwed up.Wed go anyway?Like the others he liked blowing up things and killing people. He didnt know why, none of them could articulate their passion with any degree of clarity, not even Egan, who except for Gordy Widell, their seventeen-year-old computer hacker, and Dr. Kemal, their microbiologist, was the brightest of the lot. But a lot of the people Egan knew growing up in Upper Peninsula Michigan were crazies who hated the governmentany government from Washington to the mayor and his cops in Marquetteand knew that it wouldnt be long before the anarchy that was coming any day would finally arrive and their only way out would be when Adolf Hitlers grandson came back to lead the resistance.Hed fit in up there, with the groups in Wyoming and the Posse Comitatus in Montana, in his estimation all of them Jesus-crazy out of their skulls, and with his Team Alpha who hed recruited and trained over the past ten months and eighteen days.But the one thing the old man had taught him before hed gone off to Texas was to be practical. It sure as shit aint easy out there, kid. So if you got any talent dont give it away. Sell it. A mans gotta make his way in the world. Theres no free lunch. Remember it. And hed cuffed his stepson, already a grown man, so hard on the left ear that to this day Barry was partially deaf, so he always had to turn his good ear toward whoever was trying to tell him something. It was a nuisance, but he remembered the old bastards words. And the Iraqis hed guarded and sometimes tortured at Abu Ghraib thought when he cocked his head like that he was listening to some hidden earpiece, getting his orders from some general back in Washington.They didnt screw up, Egan said. Were going in at nightfall.He scanned the horizon out toward what the government called the Dakota District Initiative where supposedly the worlds most secret and most powerful extremely low frequency, or ELF, radio station ever to be built had been under construction for several years. When it was finished, sometime this month, actually this week before Christmas, radio messages could be sent to anyone anywhere in the world, atop or inside mountains, in the deepest gold mines or at the bottom of any ocean where only deep-sea bathyspheres could go.Supposedly. But Egan knew better, and he was being paid what for he and the others was a fabulous sum of money to destroy the place and everyone in it; to stop, he was told, the poisoning of the entire atmosphere. In reality, the money was only secondary to him. Blowing up shit and killing people was the game. Payback.Nothing moved for as far as he could see. This was the end of North Dakotas special elk hunting season to cull the overpopulated herds on government lands, and in the eight days theyd been wandering around out here theyd seen almost no one else. A few other hunters, and one morning a rancher whod come up to take a look at their license.Egan had shown the man their permit and the rancher was not happyhed never much cared for out-of-staters, hunting permits had always been issued mostly to localsbut he was convinced, and hed left, not realizing just how close hed come to dying.Satisfied that nothing was coming their way in the waning afternoon, Egan and his outriders went back into the motor home that had been custom-designed and outfitted for them down in South Carolina, no expense spared, and shipped to a rental agency up in Billings that sometimes did business with the Posse.In its original C2 configuration the Newell had three major spaces starting at the front in the salon with seating and dining space for ten people just aft of the drivers position, with its state-of-the-art GPS receiver, and collision avoidance radar automatically linked to the braking system, as was the FLIR system, or Forward Looking Infrared detector. Behind that was the galley and head plus another small lounge. And at the rear what in the original model was called the Special Villa Section was a large space of pull-down bunks and a long conference table.All of the interior was done up in marble and thick carpets and stainless steel appliances and expensive leather upholstery with Tempur-Pedic mattresses and wide-screen HD plasma TVs, everything top-shelf. And everything apparently legitimate for seven well-heeled elk hunters.Egan, Moose, Widell, Dr. Mohammed al-Kassem Kemal, the Sudanese-born Pakastani who was on just about every terrorist watch list in the world, and the two girls, just as batshit crazy as the rest of them.Brenda Ackerman, short, dumpy-looking, except for her oval face with wide-open, innocent-looking brown eyes, whod served on a small-town Mississippi police force until she was eased out when it was suspected but never proven that she had organized an old-fashioned KKK lynching of an elderly black farmer. For a time afterward she had worked as a truck driver and then a roustabout on Alaskas Prudhoe Bay oil fields, until shed killed a man whod called her a dyke in a bar fight and ran to Upper Peninsula Michigan to be with Ada Norman whom shed met on the Internet.Ada was a raging skinhead neo-Nazi who believed that Hitlers grandson was alive and ready to rise up for the cause. At forty-two she was almost eight years older than Brenda, but shed been trained well by her militia group and could put a respectable pattern on a pistol range target at two hundred fifty inches, firing a Glock 17 at better than one round per second. She was Brendas backup driver.We go at eighteen hundred, Egan told them.The girls at the front of the rig looked up as did Widell from his computer. Dr. Kemal, who hated everything Western because the CIA had killed his parents whod fought alongside Uncle Osama, had come from the back with a book in his hand and he blinked rapidly behind his spectacles. Like the rest of them he was a very good shot, especially with the Kalashnikov, the rifle hed been raised with.Are we quite alone, Sergeant? he asked.Yes, Egan said. Everyone check your weapons and munitions, and get something to eat, could be a long night.Widell wen... how do i read books for free with prime Blowout
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. After a s-l-o-w start, it gets betterBy SharonI read this one because I so enjoy David Hagberg's books. If I hadn't already read Gridlock, I probably would have given up on this one. Too much detail in scientific, political and environmental issues. After far too long, the plot began. I was glad to see characters I met in the later book. Less distractions in the second book, so be sure to read that one.0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Five StarsBy Kindle CustomerHard to put down1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. Well Done!By dan atkissonOutstanding ,well written, an interesting thought provoking read.Some companies and government officials are dangerous.Fear and money everything seems to come down to these two items