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Open your eyes. See the truth. Make a choice.


Nearly 30 years ago, the PEACE Project rose from the ruins of a global war to take power over a new America. Providing stability in exchange for absolute authority, the Project controls every aspect of citizens' lives through each of its five units:








Raised in the Project since infancy, eighteen-year-old Zira has been trained as an assassin under the stern guidance of unit E-2's Chairman Ryku. After she makes a careless mistake on an assignment, the chairman partners her with Jared, the best operative in her unit. Their partnership transforms into friendship as they work together and learn to rely on each other. But when misinformation causes a solo mission to backfire, Zira's deepest loyalties and strongest relationships are tested in a place where even a hint of doubt can be perceived as treason.


The life she knows is falling apart, and nothing will ever look the same.



Secrets of PEACE isn’t merely an excellent debut novel by a new author – it’s an excellent novel, period, and an action/thriller that meets any definition of “page-turner.”
- Sci-fi author G. S. Jennsen

With a strong core group of characters and a lovable supporting cast, Secrets of PEACE takes you on an emotional journey that will leave you thinking.
- Sci-fi author E. J. Fisch

The characters are engaging, the pacing is excellent, I was emotionally invested within the first chapter or two. Her focus on complex character relationships adds depth and relatable human emotions that make the story feel real, and true. This book did not disappoint, and I recommend that you get your hands on a copy (like, right NOW!)
- Amazon Reviewer

This dystopian story leaves you invested in the characters and waiting for the sequel.
- Amazon Reviewer



Every step Zira took across the moonlit floor sounded to her like a hammer slamming against a concrete wall.


She took a breath and let it out slow through parted lips. It’s just the adrenaline, she reassured herself. Even if anyone else in the house had been awake—and they weren’t—they couldn’t possibly have heard her. She took a few more deep breaths to slow her heart, which was threatening to force its way out of her chest, then turned her attention back to the door at the end of the hall. She closed the distance in a few quick steps and twisted the knob.


She could see the shadowed outline of her target in the bed at the center of the room. Arion Dreyfus, as successful a businessman as it was possible to be these days. Most of his illicit wealth could be attributed to the drug trafficking operation he ran down the entire Pacific coast—an operation which flourished largely because of his uncompromising brutality. He looked harmless enough sleeping peacefully in front of her now, but Zira’s mission file had contained photographs of his most recent executions. Her upper lip curled as she remembered the violence. She padded across the floor with the perfectly controlled movements of a wildcat and stared down at her prey.


Dreyfus was not alone. Zira didn’t recognize the woman curled up next to him, and her file had said nothing about a wife or girlfriend. A one night stand, then, or an escort of some sort. She probably didn’t even know about the horrors committed by the man sleeping beside her. Or maybe she did. Either way, Dreyfus wasn’t the sort of man you said ‘no’ to if you wanted to keep your head firmly attached to your neck.


Zira considered her options. The Project made allowances for situations where leaving a witness might compromise the mission; she would be within her rights to execute the woman along with Dreyfus. And it would be so much easier.


No. Whoever she was, the woman was innocent. Or at least innocent enough that she shouldn’t have to pay for Dreyfus’ crimes.


Zira slid a suppressed pistol out of the holster at her hip and held it just an inch above the man’s chest. She flicked the safety off with her thumb, took a breath, and held it in as she put two rounds into the drug dealer’s heart.


The woman jolted at the sound, but by the time she understood what she’d heard and looked in the right direction, the assassin was gone. A shrill scream followed Zira as she walked out the front door and vanished into the night like a ghost.

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