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by Alan L. Lee

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Sandstorm is a thrilling debut novel about an ex–CIA agent and a covert operation designed to derail Iran's nuclear ambitions.

Lurking in the shadows, away from any government oversight, a secret partnership has been formed between an Israeli spymaster pulling the strings of the most efficient killing machine the Mossad has to offer and an exclusive


Sandstorm is a thrilling debut novel about an ex–CIA agent and a covert operation designed to derail Iran's nuclear ambitions.

Lurking in the shadows, away from any government oversight, a secret partnership has been formed between an Israeli spymaster pulling the strings of the most efficient killing machine the Mossad has to offer and an exclusive billionaire boys club that wants to dictate the New World Order. In their pocket is a powerful U.S. senator who aspires to the presidency. Success means vast wealth and increased power, and they'll stop at nothing to succeed.

CIA operative Nora Mossa is trained to kill when the situation calls for it. She's also capable of disappearing into thin air. Being efficient, deadly, and beautiful, however, won't be enough to protect her after her mentor Erica Janway is assassinated in her Maryland home. With everyone in the Agency suspect, Nora turns to the only person capable of keeping her alive while she uncovers the truth behind Janway's demise—her former lover and ex–CIA agent Alex Koves. That is, if he will even speak to her.

With danger lurking in every corner of the globe, Koves and Nora must stay alive long enough to piece together the clues to a deadly plot capable of killing thousands in the Middle East. And the clock is ticking….

Optioned to be a major motion picture!

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Detroit Fox News anchor Lee’s debut, the middling first in a new thriller series, introduces Alex Koves, an ex–CIA agent and ex–pro footballer. A former girlfriend of Alex’s, CIA agent Nora Mossa, hunts him down on the Caribbean island of St. Thomas, where he’s enjoying the sun and sand, and asks him to save her life. Alex reluctantly agrees to try to rescue Nora from a group of wealthy industrialists known as the Global Watch Institute, who fear Nora is on to their secret plot, code named Sandstorm, which they hope will invigorate America, change the course of history, and make them all even richer. The action involves arms dealers, Iranian nuclear ambitions, professional killers, CIA traitors, sexual tension, and the Mossad, but also clunky writing (e.g., “We’re like pawns on a big-ass chessboard”) and a less-than-credible meandering plot that leads to a fizzle of an ending. Agent: Sharlene Martin, Martin Literary Management. (June)
From the Publisher

“Lee gets his book going a hundred miles an hour with his hair on fire and barely ever slows down.” —Elmore Leonard, New York Times bestselling author of Raylan

“Death, mayhem, murder, Mossad, nukes, maniac billionaires set on world domination, double- and (of course) triple-crosses, Sandstorm has all the muscle-power of its title.” —Brad Meltzer, New York Times bestselling author of The Book of Fate

Sandstorm is excitement detonated! Taut and terrifying, Alan Lee's debut thriller drops us into the kill zone of possibilities lurking behind real headlines.” —Vince Flynn, New York Times bestselling author of Kill Shot

“The character development here is first-rate, and the story line is intense. What could easily have been just another conspiracy thriller feels fresh and new in the capable hands of first-novelist Lee.” —Booklist

Kirkus Reviews
No slouch with bloodletting, Lee's debut action-adventure novel scatters bodies across Maryland, Italy, Russia and Israel before a quarter of the narrative has expired. CIA station chief Erica Janway was linked to a sexual harassment scandal and brought to Langley. Assigned as a desk jockey until things are resolved, she's shot through the heart by a man in a wet suit. Simultaneously, her protégé, Nora Mossa, is attacked in Rome. Nora knows there's a conspiracy afoot, and she goes underground and flees to the Virgin Islands. There, she pleads for help from her former lover and ex-CIA agent, Alex Kove. Doubtless Lee hopes to hang a thriller series on Kove, his intellectual, multilingual superagent recruited to the Company after a sterling NFL career. While cinematic jump-cuts common to action thrillers and blockbuster films move the story, the dialogue is neither literate nor layered. That said, Lee can render a good line, "The pair fell in unison, as if synchronized dying were a sporting event." Dwelling little on settings other than the mention of landmarks, Lee sends the narrative flying through D.C., Brussels, Kuwait, Crete, Georgia and into Iran. However, Lee's here-and-there-and-everywhere settings and double handfuls of characters sometimes overwhelm action with information. Grab a cheat sheet to track the plethora of players: Alex's cohort, Duncan Anderson, enters the narrative with no history or biography other than, "One black man reporting for duty;" then there's the head of the National Clandestine Service; an ambitious and corrupt U.S. senator; his son, an incompetent CIA agent; a German magnate whose sideline is clandestine arms; and an amoral billionaire intent on altering world history. The plot hinges on nukes for Iran, with U.S. and Israeli schemers conspiring to trick the ayatollahs for geopolitical gain or personal profit. Kove's nemesis from his agency days, Dmitri Nevsky, a former Russian secret agent, also shows up. Conventional action-adventure fare.

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By Alan L. Lee

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Copyright © 2013 Alan L. Lee
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ISBN: 978-0-7653-3494-7


Erica Janway reflected on her past because she had no future.

Forty-eight years of living, most of them good. A decent childhood. No serious health issues other than a brief fondness for alcohol. The usual amount of bad dates before the right one showed up. She was proud to have served her country with honor, no matter what some of the assholes at the CIA thought. She'd get a black star chiseled into the white face of Vermont marble on the Wall of Honor at Langley. Her husband, Paul, was the rock of her foundation and the main reason the drinking stopped. There was plenty more to reflect upon, but she was out of time.

The ominous figure clad in a dripping wetsuit stood motionless a few feet away in her Annapolis, Maryland, kitchen. She knew his presence was of her own doing. She hadn't been able to keep her nose out of things. When they'd reassigned her from station chief in Moscow back to Langley, she'd been able to deal with the indignity only for so long before it had really pissed her off. Working from a desk, she'd searched daily for trouble, and once she'd stumbled upon it, resisting the temptation to dig further had been impossible. She'd wanted to take her suspicions up the ladder to her superiors but had lacked concrete proof. Plus, she could ill-afford another blemish on her record.

As a puddle formed on the tile, Erica figured he'd been watching her for a long time from the inlet off the Chesapeake Bay, the water's edge just a chip shot away. She'd been on the deck for most of the evening and hadn't heard or seen anything unusual.

Erica stared at the 9 mm pistol pointed at her chest. "If it's money you want, I only have about sixty dollars in the house." She was trying to buy time. She knew he wasn't here for money. Common criminals didn't walk around with silenced weapons. She coyly eased toward the knife holder on the counter.

The intruder, of course, recognized what she was trying to do. He almost wanted to give her a fighting chance. While watching from the water, he'd discovered there was something playfully amusing about her. She hardly came across as the cold-hearted threat she was portrayed to be. But he'd never been given a reason not to trust his handler's orders.

He focused his weapon squarely on Erica's heart as she stood next to the knife holder. She didn't bother to make the attempt, knowing it was futile. She prepared herself as best she could. There was nothing to say that would alter her predicament. The thought that she would not die in vain gave her a degree of comfort. She'd prepared a package to be sent in the event that something happened to her. They would have no way of knowing that.

She decided not to scream. There really was no point. The house was hidden away behind ample foliage down a path. One of the attractions about the property had been its privacy.

Erica closed her eyes, thinking of Paul. She heard the muffled thump as a bullet left the chamber and tore through her heart.

* * *

On his way out, Janway's executioner paused to look at several notes she had scribbled on a notepad while sitting on the deck. As he read, he observed that some were pertinent to why he was here. In the lower right-hand corner, framed by subconscious doodling, were two letters firmly repeated a couple of times. They meant nothing to him, but as he tore the pages away, he decided he'd make sure "NM" was run through every database of Janway's life. At this point, there could be no loose ends.


Maneuvering her way through the throng of people choking the Spanish Steps should have awakened her to the fact that she'd been aimlessly walking the streets of Rome for quite some time. She'd passed countless cafés, bars, and clubs, the nightlife openly beckoning. Nora Mossa was oblivious to it all.

She recalled seeing on television — maybe on the National Geographic channel or during Shark Week — that several species of shark had to keep moving or they'd die. She could relate. Obligate ram ventilators. That was the term. They had to swim forward in order to force oxygen-containing water through their mouths and over their gills. The shit you remembered at the weirdest times, she thought.

Like a great white, she wanted to rip something apart. Not necessarily to feed, but to get rid of the rising aggression overtaking her system.

She'd been waiting on a phone call that had never come, and now, the deadline had passed. Nora fought back the urge to vomit. Not getting that call meant that in all likelihood, her friend and mentor, Erica Janway, was dead.

Not caring about the risks, she took as many shortcuts as possible back to her Piazza Navona neighborhood. Three blocks past the Pantheon, she was at her apartment building. Instead of taking the elevator, Nora climbed the steps of the thirteenth-century building to the second floor. She leaned against the thick wooden door of her apartment after shutting it, taking a long, deep breath. She took a moment to focus on what she had to do next. Erica and the CIA had trained her not to panic. Procedure would help clear her mind. She was on her way to the bedroom when the faint smell of lavender and sandalwood tickled her nostrils.

She ducked just in time.

The move thwarted the man's attempt to wrap a beefy arm around her neck, leaving him nothing to grasp but air. His momentum forced him to take an extra step, leaving him slightly off balance. Nora pivoted to his left side and put all her weight behind a punch that nearly doubled him over. He cringed but countered with a sweeping right hand. Again, she managed to avoid the effort. She took advantage of an opening to deliver a pair of sharp strikes just below the rib cage. She then took a step and knocked him forcefully backward with a kick to his midsection. He crashed into a table, nearly falling because he only tried to brace himself with one hand. Nora understood why when she located the knife in his right hand. Judging from how he tried to attack her from behind, she was sure it was sharp enough to slice her throat open in a single pass.

The next move was easy to anticipate but difficult to defend in the relatively close quarters of her living room. Nora backpedaled, her arms searching behind her while she kept the rapidly advancing man in front of her. He was within arm's length when she grabbed a dining room chair. As his right hand zigzagged forward, searching for flesh, she brought the chair around, punishing his arm, dislodging the knife in the process. His quickness and recovery caught her by surprise. His left hand shot out and wrapped around her neck like a python, squeezing tighter and tighter. He lifted her up and shoved her against the wall. It was nearly impossible to get air into her lungs. Nora couldn't loosen his grip, but she clenched her left hand and swung down onto the bridge of his nose as if trying to chop a tree trunk. She felt cartilage break as he quickly released his grip, trying to regain his equilibrium through watery eyes. Nora kneed him in the crotch and then used her knuckles to deal a blow that shifted his larynx. He staggered to the ground, clutching his throat. Nora went to retrieve the knife, knowing she had to hurry. Fighting through the pain, he attempted to pull out a gun, but the attached silencer's bulk wouldn't easily clear his jacket. Nora picked up the knife and, without thinking much about aim, let it fly. A hurried shot sailed a few inches past her head. The knife, however, found a target. All five inches of the blade sliced through the man's left eye into brain matter. His body went limp after a few erratic jerks.

He was professional enough to not carry identification, but he had made the mistake of wearing cologne, which had given his presence away. It made her wonder if he had been out on the town when called away to go do a job. The body lying on the floor confirmed one thing for sure. She had to hurry. What if he wasn't alone? And even if he was, he would be expected to report: when he didn't, someone else would definitely come to see why.

She scurried from room to room in the apartment, making on-the-spot decisions about what was essential. The options were narrowed by what could conveniently fit in the small piece of luggage sprawled open on top of the bed. Several times she stepped over the dead man's body as if it were an apartment amenity. Washer. Dryer. Corpse.

"Take the black dress!"

"No time!"

"There's plenty of time. Take the black dress!"

"No time!"

"Take the black —"

"Damn it. Shut up!" The irritated utterance startled her, especially since the words surfaced from deep inside her head, which at the moment was running a marathon of emotions. Nora stood perfectly still until her nerves settled.

Given the circumstances, she shouldn't have allowed herself to even entertain the frivolous thought of packing the black dress. Just taking a moment to consider it was stupid and a gross misuse of valuable time. Granted, it was a Versace that accentuated her figure in head-turning fashion. At over twelve hundred dollars, it was the single most expensive article of clothing she'd ever purchased. Still, it wasn't worth dying over. From here on out, every move required extreme thought and caution.

Nora Mossa had to disappear.

Nora Mossa had to become someone else.

She had two fake identity kits supplied by the CIA. She'd pack them but had no intention of using either. There was a third, kept totally off the books. Hiding behind a fictitious identity wouldn't guarantee safety, but it would buy time. And she needed time to figure this whole mess out and decide whom she could trust. Someone would have to be responsible for bringing her back in.

Erica Janway was missing, maybe for two days by now. A package had been waiting for Nora when she returned late from a date last night. It was addressed to Vivian Ward. Seeing the name had nearly made her heart skip a beat. "Vivian Ward" was Julia Roberts's prostitute character in Nora's favorite chick flick, Pretty Woman. It was also her code name designating extreme danger. She had immediately ripped the package open, revealing a series of notes and a letter addressed to her from Erica. She focused on every word. Erica was not a person prone to paranoia. She instructed Nora that if everything was okay, she'd phone her by noon Eastern Time the next day to alleviate her fears. Nora barely slept that night as she contemplated what it all meant. She wanted desperately to hear her friend's voice. She hoped that this was just a precaution the two of them would laugh about one day while getting caught up. She had nervously stayed in her apartment, keeping a close eye on the comings and goings on the street below. By early evening, she couldn't bear to stare at the clock any longer, so she went for a walk. No return call had come in the time allotted. In that scenario, Erica had been specific in her instructions.




The sound of her suitcase shutting echoed throughout the bedroom. She had been stationed in Rome for just over a year and was beginning to like the sound and feel of calling it home. Sadly, that was about to end. Satisfied that nothing essential was being left behind, she headed for the door and exited. With the key about to lock away a part of her life, she paused for reflection. She stomped her feet and hurriedly went back into the apartment. When she emerged in the hallway, slung over her arm was the black Versace dress. There were some things a woman just couldn't do without.


The jet's turbulence jolted Nora awake from what was a deep, fatigue-induced sleep. Her journey from Rome had begun with good intentions and meticulous preparation. She had spent an entire day at a hotel on the outskirts of the city, perfecting her look. She was no longer a blonde with hair that fell below the shoulders. Her hair was now brunette and short, fuller at the top and cropped neatly around the ears, sloping in toward her neckline. The eyes were also different. Gone were the light green opals, replaced by vibrant blue contact lenses. Her passport matched her newly acquired French accent as well. Nora wasn't ready to embrace where circumstances were taking her, but there was little choice. Her life was inexplicably in danger. Her friend was missing and likely dead. But why? What had Erica uncovered? Some of the answers would come from the package Erica had sent. That information would have to be sorted out, and Nora knew she couldn't go at this alone. She needed help, and that meant turning to someone capable of handling the situation — but more importantly, someone she could trust. That list was regrettably very short. If she had followed protocol after the attempt on her life, an emergency number should have been dialed immediately. Arrangements would have been made to bring her in safely. But Erica worked for the CIA as well, and there had to be a reason why she hadn't alerted her superiors. Nora prayed the person she had to contact would help. They hadn't been on speaking terms for years. An association and romance had both ended badly, and each had vowed not to see or speak to the other again. Now, she felt that same man was the only person capable of helping her. How could she convince him to help when, years ago, in a similar situation, she had doubted him? This was a man who used trust and faith as huge measuring sticks. He didn't suffer fools gladly. He was capable of being kind and gentle in one setting and highly lethal in the next. She once loved him dearly. If he wouldn't help, she felt her days might be numbered.

She was traveling under the name Nathalie Tauziat, French national, born in the seaport city of Calais. She was unmarried, an only child, making a good living as a corporate headhunter, a job that often required lots of travel as the stamps on her passport indicated. Given the stress of her job, it made perfect sense to pamper herself with a vacation. Plus, the name also belonged to a former professional tennis player. If questioned, the name would pass casual inspection, drawing perhaps a polite smile from a knowing customs agent who might have remembered a moment at Roland Garros Stadium. The age and physique of this Nathalie Tauziat would end any speculation on the spot.

The flight was roughly on schedule: the landing gear touched down at Charles de Gaulle airport two hours and ten minutes after takeoff. Nora had over six hours to burn before she had to return to the airport for a flight to JFK in New York. She decided to get lost in the mix, so after storing her bag in an airport storage locker, she opted to take the suburban express train into Paris. She took the train all the way to the Cluny–La Sorbonne station. She looked particularly comfortable as she exited the station with only her purse in tow. She'd changed clothes during the flight, and the effect allowed her to blend in well with the hundreds of young women who walked around the Sorbonne University campus. She sat on a bench, pulling out a paperback novel she'd purchased before boarding her flight. From time to time she scanned the surroundings from behind dark sunglasses, relieved to discover there was nothing out of the ordinary.

* * *

On the flight to New York, Nora's mind refused to shut down. She landed and found a hotel near the airport. Unable to sleep much, she studied Erica's notes once more. It was all just a collection of names, dates, and financial documents that appeared to be a complex set of monetary transfers between foreign banks. Two words circled in the notes with a question mark stood out in the middle of one page — Nuclear capability? Following it was a list that read like a who's who of National Security nightmares: The Middle East? Iran, Pakistan, Syria, North Korea? China? CIA??? The names of individuals didn't register with her. Two were Arabic. Others were Asian, German, Russian, and American.

Early the next morning, she boarded her flight at the last moment. Nora was sure her body was going to make her pay for all this travel, but it couldn't be helped. Perhaps there would be a moment to rest where she was now headed.

It was both comforting and nerve-racking to hear the pilot announce that the plane was making its final descent for landing. There were a number of possible outcomes ahead. The absolute worst of all, she couldn't bring herself to think about. It would take all her powers of persuasion to elicit help from the person she was going to see.


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Meet the Author

ALAN L. LEE is a broadcast journalist with thirty-plus years in the business. He's interviewed former president Jimmy Carter as well as cabinet members and senators, and has developed an insider's knowledge of the intelligence community, which helped fuel his passion for writing thrillers. A graduate of Purdue University, Lee anchors the morning news for Fox in Detroit. Sandstorm is his debut novel.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
In the ever changing world of action and suspense novelists, first time author Alan L. Lee proves that he has staying power. From the first page to the last, Sandstorm will always keep you guessing. If he is sipping drinks in the Caribbean or traveling across the globe, Alex Koves shows us he is not one to be played with. Calm cool demeanor until the situation call for otherwise, and there is plenty of, "Otherwise" situations in the this book. The very descriptive details the author injects into this book makes one feel as if there are not reading the book, but watching, being a part of the action! There were many surprise twists in this book that no matter how hard you try, you can not guess as to what will happen next, (which was a refreshing change) I was waiting for this book to come out. I read it quickly! I am anxious for Alan Lee to finish up the second book because there is some unfinished business that needs to be taken care of! Great Job Alan!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Grab yourself a rum and coke and pull up a lounge chair, this is the kind of book that urges you to sink your feet into the sand and escape for a while. Alan Lee's debut novel Sandstorm is a great summer read. The spy thriller moves quickly, grabbing your attention on the very first page, adding a few beats to your heart rate and a few volts of electricity to your brain, waking up your sense of curiosity. Like a good puzzle that you can't stop working until you solve, Sandstorm is hardly work at all, it's more like a guilty pleasure. Lee's story flows and his characters are easy to like and hate. The clock is ticking as a hot CIA operative named Nora Mossa becomes the target of a group of exclusive billionaire boys and an Israeli spymaster. They want her dead and she she doesn't know why. Her quest to survive leads her to uncover a multinational conspiracy whose main objective is to arm Iran with nukes. Thousands of lives in the Middle East depend on Mossa's ability to survive and TO solve the clues to this deadly plot. She can't do it alone and the now rogue agent is forced to team up with her former lover and ex-CIA agent Alex Koves. He's a man's man with biting humor. In fact, Koves is the kind of man most men wish they could be: World class athlete, handsome, smart, funny and with the ability to have any women he wants. Reading Sandstorm lets you be that guy, if just for a while. Lee does a masterful job of taking you inside his character's heads, without over explaining motive or history. The dialogue is quick-witted, and I found myself laughing out loud several times throughout the book. The chemistry between the virile Koves and the leggy Mossa had me making another rum or coke or two. My wife enjoyed the benefits too. I also found myself turning the pages as quickly as possible to find out what happens next. The level of suspense hung with me after I put the book down. It didn't make turn on the light in a room, but did make me look closer at the shadows. For me, that's the right balance: More about intrigue with the thrill of fear. The novel takes you to exotic and historic places around the world, without the annoying layover hangover. As a married, father of two, Sandstorm offered me the kind of escape that I can afford on my schedule and pay scale. In the end I recommend this book for one giant reason: It's FUN. If you're taking a summer vacation, pack Sandstorm for a complete escape. Can't physically get away? Give your self a weekend getaway and stretch out for a good read that takes you places. Kudos to Lee on his first novel. I look forward to the sequel.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great debut!!!!! Please hurry and write more!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I honestly bought this book to fill my FOX2 news library...I.E. Lee Thomas and Charlie LeDuff...I was surprised at how great this book actually was/is. From beginning to end absolutely no disappointments.... and the ending...shall I say GREAT... I'm looking forward to more books by one of my favorite anchors. So here's hoping that Mr. Alan L. Lee gives us (his loyal fans) more great books to read. I just thought he was a great and funny anchor, who knew he'd a great novelist as well... Fan for life, THIS GAL.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jason Bourne, watch out! Alan L Lee's  sweeping spy thriller "Sandstorm" is on the loose, and the action is engaged cover to cover. Lee's rich characters provide sturdy ballast to hold the sail tight in the wind of adventure, and each page keeps on giving.  Lee's pen creates rich scenic environments, not by taking tangents from the story, but rather cleanly creates the "where" within the thrust of the adventure. The detail is so clean, the mind's eye creates a fully loaded action film. But unlike a typical DVD, "Sandstorm" offers no place to press the pause button. You'll find the book remains in your hands as you feel your way to the kitchen for a snack. But while at the 'fridge, grab an extra snack for later...it's likely you won't want another interruption.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Action builds chapter by chapter to a phenomenal ending.  I really like the strong women characters in this book. Love the fact this story is so topical with world events. More of Alex and Nora please!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Engaging from beginning to end. Interesting storyline with the right amount of action. The characters are well developed with believable dialogue. A good political thriller with a bit of a twist without being over the top. I was truly suprised by who I found myself rooting for near the end. This book definitely leaves you eagerly awaiting more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Alan Lee's debut thriller "Sandstorm" is an outstanding first effort in the crowded field of skilled authors. Once I started reading, I had to pace myself so I could thoroughly enjoy this man's work. If you've ever eaten a rich dessert you know the feeling I'm talking about! This one has it all: tension, intrigue, behind-the-scenes plotting and misdirection, people putting their lives (personal & professional) on the line for what they believe in...all very cleverly crafted into what I predict will be a very successful thriller. Alan Lee can stand alongside such stalwarts in their field as Flynn, Baldacci, Thor, Metzler, and Coonts!
temptnfate13 More than 1 year ago
Alan L. Lee’s Sandstorm, is a fantastic debut novel. What more could you want in an action suspense book then CIA agents, an Israeli spy, a Mossad agent a United States Senator and a billionaire who all appear to be immersed in an Iranian nuclear operation.  The series introduces readers to Alex Koves a former CIA agent and an ex-pro football player. His ex girlfriend and current CIA agent Nora Mossa, hunts Alex down to the St. Thomas islands where he’s enjoying a much needed vacation, begging him to save her life.  Agreeing to save Nora from a group of industrialists who believe Nora is onto their devious plot; Alex embarks on a wild mission to save her. They will need to overcome their present and past if there is to be a future together. Add in a Israeli spymaster who controls the Mossad's most lethal assassin and the adventure begins to take hold. Set in the backdrop of Sandstorm takes place against the real life United States and Israel dealings to keep Iran from building up its nuclear abilities.   Sandstorm grabs the reader from the first page to the last for one wild thrilling ride.  This book is filled plenty of twists and turns that keep will keep its readers engaged until the last page, and have them wanting to come back for more.  Its pages are filled with believable characters and plot lines that make it shine in a sea of action thrillers.   Action thrillers are not my typical genre but as Alan L Lee is a local author I was simply drawn to wanting to check this title out. I found it to be a well written book that kept me engaged in the story right through the last page and wanting to read more. I cannot wait for the follow up to Sandstorm! Free ARC provided by Netgalley for an honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well written and a very current story line. Alan Lee was a great news reporter but an even better novelist. Looking forward to his next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well researched with good character development. Looking forward to more from Alan Lee. Nice work.
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PolishPat49 More than 1 year ago
This book was along the lines of the genre I read. It holds the attention of the reader with good character development. It appears the author left room for possible sequels. I sincerely hope he intends to keep turning out such quality of work. I also appreciate his vocabulary level. Will buy more of his work.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Extremely well written and a fast paced novel. Am hoping his next book is released soon. Tosim.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
For mr. Lee's first book, I was truly impressed.  I love the political thrillers and Mr. Lee's book kept me interested the whole book.  If you like Vince Flynn, Brad Thor or any int that gender, you will enjoy this book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
After reading Sandstorm I thought back to my reading of first time novels by authors such as Thor, Baldacci, Flynn, and Coulter. I must say that it ranks right up there with those more widely known authors. If you are looking for a book that has you from page one then Sandstorm if for you. I look forward to a second novel by Alan L. Lee
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A dazzling debut thriller that captures you immediately and refuses to let go until the very end. This is everything you want a thriller to be: complex intrigue, foreign locales, and characters that live with you long after you finish the last page.  From the snow white beaches of St. Thomas to the sand dunes of the Middle East, join Alex Koves and Nora Mossa as they race against time to stop Operation Sandstorm from being fulfilled. To do so, they must battle the demons of their past while they face great evil. I am hoping that this is first in a series.   Alan Lee is a talent to watch! 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Absolutely dynamite debut thriller that literally kept me up nights hanging on what happens next. The characters were so clearly defined, I had my own visuals of all of them physically and the emotional connection you hope for. I am a tough critic and at the very least a hard sell when it comes to thrillers, but this one had me closing it already waiting with baited breath for the next in what I hope will be a long series. Cannot recommend it highly enough! Kudos Alan Lee!!!!
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Eva-Marie More than 1 year ago
From beginning to end, Sandstorm was fast-paced, thrilling, and really kept my interest throughout the entire book. The mini chapters I thought were an interesting way to present the book...but it worked in this case. There were many different characters involved in the storyline and by having shorter chapters, it made it easier to understand what was happening with each one and how they were all connected. The ending was a surprise...certainly not what I had expected. But...isn't that the point? It has left me wanting more from Mr. Lee and eagerly awaiting a sequel to Sandstorm. Maybe a movie version isn't too far behind...?!?!?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought the book was outstanding. I found it hard to put down. It kept me reading well past the time I should've gone to bed. He keeps the characters moving and your mind racing as to what will happen next. I can't wait to read his second novel, I'm sure it will be as thrilling as his first.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
SANDSTORM by Alan L. Lee is a great read. I read a lot of books, about 2 a week. SANDSTORM is a GREAT novel from page one. This is a book that will grab your attention and hold it throughout the entire story. The characters are ones you want to care about and want to succeed and the villains you can’t help but like but in I hope they get what they deserve type setting. The plot mixes US Government, the CIA and the Middle East all together in a new manner and with great detail and interest. If you want an exciting new thriller – pick up SANDSTORM by Alan L. Lee and plan to spend the next several hours reading nonstop adventure, intrigue and a plot which will have you guessing until the end. Fantastic book with great details as to characters, locations and plot lines. I LOVED it. Kevin - NJ
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely love this book. Well written, thrilling and a true page turner. A perfect summer book and highly recommend. I've been raving about it to all my friends.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read...tried to keep till this weekend for vacation, but did not make and already read it and it was a very good read. Mr Lee you did great!!!