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Category 7

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by Bill Evans, Marianna Jameson

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Kate Sherman is a brilliant young meteorologist who can't understand how she recently missed predicting three major storms—storms that cut into the profits of her employer, Coriolis Industries. Afraid of being fired, Kate throws herself into an analysis of the strange storms—and headlong into the path of a secret plot that may cost her her


Kate Sherman is a brilliant young meteorologist who can't understand how she recently missed predicting three major storms—storms that cut into the profits of her employer, Coriolis Industries. Afraid of being fired, Kate throws herself into an analysis of the strange storms—and headlong into the path of a secret plot that may cost her her life!

Hurricane Simone is a Category 7—the biggest, strongest storm in recorded history—and she's clawing her way up the East Coast. When she hits New York City, skyscrapers will fall. Subways and tunnels will flood. Lower Manhattan and much of Queens and Brooklyn will disappear under more than thirty feet of water. Thousands, if not millions, will die.

Created by secret, cutting-edge weather science, Simone is not just an unnatural disaster—she's a weapon. Kate and CIA weatherman Jake Baxter must figure out how to stop the storm before she flattens New York City . . . and identify Simone's master before he has them both killed.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

“Take a healthy dose of the paranoid scenarios from 24 and governmental intrigues from The West Wing, then spike them liberally with the atmospheric minutiae that armchair meteorologists know and love. Fast-paced storytelling . . . . Satisfying.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Kate Sherman, a plucky meteorologist, and Jake Baxter, a CIA weatherman, are the last line of defense between New York City and a Category 7 hurricane, which was created by a top-secret weather-control weapon. A fast-paced action-adventure that promises a rousing finale and delivers it.” —Booklist

“What would happen if a massive super-storm hit New York City? And what if the storm's ferocity were enhanced by human activity? In the authors' apocalyptic scenario, much of New York would be destroyed. Buildings would topple, tunnels would flood, and the death toll would be enormous.” —Library Journal

“A hurricane is not only possible in New York City, it's happened before. But because no one alive today has been through that experience, people are not aware of the devastating potential. But Bill Evans knows New York, New York weather, and New York weather history.” —Bryan Norcross, CBS News Hurricane Analyst

“A well-researched thriller whose building devastation will keep the reader ‘churning' through the pages.” —New York Times bestselling author Steve Alten

“A most creative piece of fiction. Author Bill Evans certainly knows what he is talking about. Category 7 will have you thinking, the next time you hear the pounding rains and the whipping of the wind. You might be more in awe of nature after reading this book.” —Shelf Life

Publishers Weekly

Evans, a meteorologist for New York's WABC-TV, and novelist Jameson (Big Trouble) pit a posse of diverse weatherfolk against Simone, a storm of unheard-of magnitude that's headed straight for Manhattan in this slow-building thriller. As it turns out, Simone isn't a natural phenomenon but the product of semimad scientist Carter Thompson, who's learned over the years to create hurricanes and move them in whatever direction he chooses. There are so many characters that it's hard to keep track of their diverse agendas, and there's a frustrating wait as the authors meticulously lay their fictional and scientific groundwork. Meteorologist Kate Sherman and CIA weatherman Jake Baxter have a secret, navy-built device to battle Simone-but it must be deployed from inside the storm. Some readers may feel Simone doesn't live up to her billing, but weather nerds should have a good time from beginning to end. (July)

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Library Journal

What would happen if a massive super-storm hit New York City? And what if the storm's ferocity were enhanced by human activity? This is the premise of this debut thriller by Evans, an Emmy Award-winning meteorologist, and Jameson, a writer with experience in the aerospace industry. In the authors' apocalyptic scenario, much of New York would be destroyed. Buildings would topple, tunnels would flood, and the death toll would be enormous. Unfortunately, it takes a long time for both the storm and the overcomplicated plot to develop; instead, the storm serves more as a malevolent background presence grinding its way north while efforts are made to find its cause and stop it. There's a crazed scientist playing God and a conniving President with his own environmental agenda, while the good guys try to solve the problem. Neither a classic disaster novel nor a good tale of political intrigue, this work is a near miss. For larger collections.
—Robert Conroy

Kirkus Reviews
Megalomaniac billionaire schemes to unleash hell via hurricane. Take a healthy dose of the paranoid scenarios from 24 and governmental intrigues from The West Wing, then spike them liberally with the atmospheric minutia that armchair meteorologists know and love. What emerges might be strikingly similar to this clever debut from TV meteorologist Evans, here teaming with romance novelist Jameson (Big Trouble, not reviewed, etc.) to spin a fictional take on long-whispered conspiracy theories about weather as a clandestine weapon. The wizard behind the far-fetched plot is Carter Thompson, a folksy tycoon who plays both sides of Washington politics to further his own outlandish agenda. Using his nonprofit foundation as a front, the secretive industrialist has been amplifying storm cells in unstable areas using an aircraft-based laser beam. The resulting destruction makes good business for his infrastructure recovery firm Coriolis Engineering, dubbed by the press as "Halliburton with a heart." When U.S. President Benson snubs his muddled advice on nuclear energy, Thompson concocts a scheme worthy of a cat-stroking James Bond villain. His plan: to intensify the already massive Hurricane Simone and point it directly at New York's aging Indian Point nuclear power plant. The host of heroes countering the gathering storm include steely-eyed counter-terrorism expert Tom Taylor, earnest CIA forensic meteorologist Jake Baxter and Kate Sherman, a spunky, intuitive scientist who recognizes early that something is amiss with the current climate. This industrious group rallies behind a risky solution to dissipate the storm cell. Fast-paced storytelling and a credible portrayal of Simone's chaotic effectsmostly compensate for characters straight out of central casting. A satisfying, albeit run-of-the-mill thriller about fooling with Mother Nature.

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Chapter One

Rain lashed through the hellishly hot Saharan sky, hurling itself groundward with chaotic fury only to evaporate before it made contact with the dying earth. The newly dry air was sucked up again into the wet layer to repeat its journey until the storm subsided.

An hour later the edge of the desert was as it had been days, months, and years before, revealing no signs of having been changed by the storm. Heat shimmered over still-parched, endlessly shifting sands, sending eddies of fine dust into a sky brilliant with unrelenting light. The very air seemed to glitter as sunlight sparked away from the myriad minute planes of mica and silica particles the earth sacrificed to the sky in convective obedience.

Some of the grains of sand and minerals, the spores and bacteria, had already traveled untold distances. Abandoned by winds long since vanquished, they had lain here for days or decades ready to be lifted once again to the sky. Some particles came from the beds of ancient seas and primeval jungles; others were more recent, formed only a few millennia ago when the earth writhed, heaving rock and ash into chaotic skies as it gave birth to the African lands, the implacable massifs and the dusty plains encircling them.

Smaller than dust and immeasurably light, the particles were swept upward and overland, floating westward on the hot winds, taking with them the harsh and timeless lessons of the desert. Without will, without desire, they hovered over dunes as the airstream steadied. Silent travelers, they dipped to the earth and rose above it, blinding eddies in a river of wind, and swept over scoured plains that kept untold secrets, that hid the treasures and the miseries of civilizations long dead.

As they entered the dense, sticky air above the city, the microscopic particles of dirt and minerals, of pollen, fungi, and bacteria, of long-dead plants and creatures, began to cluster. Unavoidably, they collided with the irresistible, heavy carbonaceous particulates that humankind hurled into the sky. Since humans had discovered fire, they’d mimicked the actions of the earth itself, sending ash and smoke heavenward with abandon, dulling the atmosphere, dirtying it.

The wind kept the particles aloft, leading them on an endless, nomadic flight, its mission inexorable, its duration eternal. They’d blown through refugee camps and over embattled lands, embracing the death and desperation that rose in the unholy heat on the fetid air. They swept across wasted fields and villages, depositing remnants of times both better and worse and lifting into their midst both the hope and the destruction that lay beneath them.

Mountains rose before the particulates, precipitating many to the earth, sending others ever higher. Lakes and rivers beckoned, swelling the air with moisture unknown to many of the particles for countless ages.

Some fell. Some remained aloft, continuing their traversal of savanna and desert, plantation and city.

Eventually, the particle plume reached the sea. In a startled tumult it dispersed, broadening its sweep, extending its reach, no longer limited by the boundaries of a landmass beneath it. Like a heat-dazed serpent uncoiling under sudden shade, the pale gold shimmer of dust unfurled a lacy haze above the deep blue waters of Africa’s western coastline. Its elegant leading edge undulating toward the lush distant lands of the Caribbean and the Americas, the golden filigree of ancient dust was visible from space. Thousands of unseen eyes began to watch it, waiting and wondering what effect it might have on distant shores and distant lives.

Chapter Two

May 31, 4:57 p.m., eastern coast of Barbados

“Did you cut every one of my classes?” Richard Carlisle—senior meteorologist for a major TV network, professor emeritus of the meteorology department at Cornell, and generally mild-mannered Southerner on the receding edge of middle age—stared at his former student with undisguised disbelief. He might have laughed if his safety weren’t at stake.

Barely sparing it a glance, Richard pointed, straight armed, to the breadth of paned glass behind him. The window framed the limitless expanse of the Atlantic Ocean from the steep, rugged cliffs dropping below him to a horizon nearly obscured by an encroaching, churning late-afternoon sky. Thick layers of cumulonimbus mamma clouds resembled sinister, undulating bubble wrap as they stretched across the water.

“In case you were asleep at the wheel that semester, Denny, what’s brewing out there is called a tropical storm. The sustained wind speed is fifty-five miles an hour and gusts are hitting seventy-five. Does that mean anything to you, son?” He paused. “Let me refresh your memory. A person can’t remain vertical against anything stronger than that. And you want me to go out there—on a rooftop terrace—and do my stand-up? Are you plumb crazy?”

He would have preferred to say something stronger, but there were too many between-shift waitstaffers bustling through the rooftop dining room of one of Barbados’s most luxurious oceanfront hotels on the eve of hurricane season. The island, the easternmost in the Caribbean and arguably the first that would feel the effects of the season’s weather, was facing the upcoming storm season in typical Caribbean style, with a languid shrug.

Twenty-four-year-old Denny Buxton, Richard’s former student and current assistant producer, grinned with the unique idiocy of someone who has seen just enough of life not to realize he hasn’t seen nearly enough. “Dude, c’mon. The Weather Channel guys do it. Hell, Jim Cantore is somewhere on a beach right now getting his ass sandblasted six ways ’til Sunday.” Denny paused. “Okay, how’s this? We’ll tie you down. I saw some of those loop things in the floor that they use to tie down tents.”

Richard continued to stare at him, dumbfounded. The kid was a fool. Unfortunately, he was also right. Viewership spiked during bad weather, but doing something crazy never hurt.

Denny’s idiot grin never faded. In fact, it grew broader. “You want to do it. Holy shit, man, I can’t believe it. You’re gonna do it.” Laughing, Denny exchanged an exuberant high five with the cameraman, who was not much older and no more sensible.

Richard looked over his shoulder at the wall of windows and the dark, glowering bank of cumulonimbus clouds beyond it. The smooth, caplike pileus cloud had stabilized, as the last radar report had indicated it would, and the storm hovered over the ocean, threatening to come ashore at any moment in a rush of wind and hot rain.

The storm would be fast and furious, probably gone within an hour. Not overly dangerous, it would wallop the coastline, annoy the residents, and scare the hell out of the tourists, dousing the hardiest, or foolhardiest, among them who remained outdoors. After the rain ended, the island would return to being steamy and still, the weather a suitably sultry backdrop for its summer season.

“C’mon. Let’s mosey. We’re on in thirty.” Denny and the cameraman pushed through the door, and into the wind.

Richard took a deep, resigned breath and followed them onto the roof.

“We’ll just do the teaser out here. If it gets too bad, we’ll go back inside,” Denny yelled over the howling wind.

“A decision only a moron could make,” Richard drawled under his breath.

Denny squinted at him and mouthed, What?

Richard smiled tightly. “I said, ‘Good idea.’”

Denny nodded. “You stand there,” he shouted, pointing to an open area that afforded no protection from the elements. “That way if you get knocked over, you won’t fall over the edge.”

Shaking his head, Richard moved to his marks and grimaced against the wind as Denny gave him the countdown with his fingers. As the producer’s last finger folded into his palm, Richard flashed his on-camera smile.

“Hello, America, from the not-so-sunny Caribbean. On the day before the official start of the hurricane season, we’re already bracing for a close encounter with the second named storm of this year. In what is already shaping up to be a remarkable hurricane season, I’ll be providing you with a bird’s-eye view of Tropical Storm Barney from the coast of beautiful—” He stopped speaking as he saw Denny’s eyes widen and his jaw sag.

Microphone in hand, Richard glanced over his shoulder. His gut clenched as he watched the bloated, menacing clouds exploding over the open ocean with the unholy force of a mid-air detonation. Furious plumes burst in all directions and the sea’s dark, choppy swells erupted into a frenzied expanse of boiling, churning whitecaps thundering a crazed ambush on the suddenly puny cliffs and the beach at their base, fifty feet below.

Faster than his mind could register what was happening, the wall of wind hammered at Richard, knocking him to the floor and sending him skidding headfirst into the stone skirting wall that surrounded the roof. As unconsciousness rushed over him, Richard remembered the last time, the only time, he’d witnessed anything like those clouds.

The South China Sea in 1971.

Those storms hadn’t been pretty.

They hadn’t been natural, either.

Copyright © 2007 by William H. Evans and Marianna Jameson

Meet the Author

Bill Evans is a multiple Emmy Award-winning, nationally renowned senior meteorologist. He has appeared on Good Morning, America and Live with Regis and Kelly. Evans has received the Outstanding Meteorologist Award from the National Weather Service and has hosted the National Hurricane Conference.

Marianna Jameson is the author of Big Trouble and My Hero. Her extensive experience writing for the aerospace, defense, and software industries allows her to bring an insider's edge to Category 7

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Category 7 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
CATEGORY 7 is an enjoyable weather-based thriller, although it took me awhile to get into the story, due to all of the unfamiliar terms. Once I got through it, though, I found myself immersed in the story.

The basics: a meglomaniac decides to take revenge on the President by using his creation, the ability to control the weather, to send a massive Category 7 hurricane towards New York City. Panic and devastation ensue, and it's up to a small-town weather reporter and a CIA operative to stop both the hurricane and the bad guy.

Like I said, this really is an entertaining and enjoyable thriller, and once you learn the weather-related jargon, you'll be in for a really good story.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved the story as it has screenplay and movie written all over it. The poetry is great, the characters are real, and the whole book is just as compelling as anything out there. Weather manipulation, both private and governmental, flying tv news trucks, and a mad man billionaire, makes for a great summer beach read!! Can't wait for the movie and book #2!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put this one down. Living in Florida, I've seen the wrath of hurricanes up close and personal, and this novel had me on the edge of my seat. A diabolical billionare who is bent on destroying his political adversaries by destroying the eastern seaboard with a monstrous hurricane -what a concept! I'd never considered weather manipulation before, but now I'm wondering... The characters are smart, sophistocated and complex. What a great author team! It's so rare and refreshing to read a book that challenges one's vocabulary!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Combine government conspiracy, a mad scientist and brilliant meteoroligists saving the day and you have the recipe for a great novel. I found the story to be riveting. Details painted a vivid picture in my mind as I read the novel. While the number of characters in the beginning seemed overwhelming, each one played their part to bring about a brilliant conclusion. I would highly recommend this book to anyone that loves a great suspense, mystery, save the world type novels.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Its a good idea for a book, but it really did not meet my expecations. I did not get all the crazy subplots.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good read
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Koolgooseygramma More than 1 year ago
A fun read. I read this while a tropical storm was raging outside! The weather added to the suspense of this book! A fun read!
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book to support Bill, who happens to be my local weather guy back home. I have yet to figure out where Jake and Kate came from, elle, etc, etc. It's too many characters to keep up with. It was a very slow read, and took up till about pge 200 to finally get interesting. I forced myself to finish it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you¿re looking for a high octane thriller, this isn¿t for you but what category 7 does offer is an entertaining answer to a ¿what if¿ no one ever really wants to have to face. Category 7 may be best summed up by the lesson in the classic tale the tortoise and the hare-- slow and steady wins the race. This novel builds momentum like a storm cloud rolling in-- deliberate and methodical. By the time, the hurricane finally hits, the reader is invested in figuring out how Kate and Jake will survive the heart pump ride through the worst case scenario. As a professional journalist, I know Kate and Jake. The characters are realistic depictions offer a behind the scene glimpse into the mundane, often dry world of television. The ending leaves open the possibility for a sequel to find out what happens to several key characters. It¿s a new tale that I look forward to reading.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Granted this is Bill's first novel to be written, but I found it very drawn out and very little excitement. I was waiting and waiting for the Categoy 7 hurricane to hit NYC and read all the descriptive damage, but there was hardly any. Seemed very repititious with the story and so political.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Name: Dawn Colors <p> Age: 15 <p> Gender: Female <p> Looks: Orange hair with red highlights. Green eyes. Pale skin. Pink rose lips. Wears a sunshine yellow short dreen. Yellow flats. <p> Personallity: Shy. Musical. Smart. Sweet. Loyal. <p> Other: loves to sing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Name Violet// gender female // Age 18 // personality meet me //spieces half dragon half elf// appearance long black hair with avpirple and silver streak in it. Blue eyes. Purple and silver dragon wings. Pointed ears. Normally wears a purple black and silver tshirt with a raven on it and fadded jeans. // history long story. // living family Adelina Serafina Lyric sisters known to be alive. Zayele and Neela also sisters left a long time a go am not surr if they are alive. // Now the bio us done so click the X in the right corner.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Name: Eleas Greenbow Age: no comment Rank: Hunter Crush: perhaps in time Personality: stubborn, easily made happy, kind and gentle. He doesn't really have a dark side Appearance: light flaxen hair, ocean blue eyes, tall, slim, and wears mostly sapphire or emerald colors. Rather good-looking Weapon of Choice: a broadsword Other: just ask
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Name:Lilly Genivia...........Apperance:blonde hair green eyes blue headband on and has a blue dress on always wears a black cape............Gender:Girl..................Age:17...............Personallity:shy..............crush:damion..............Family:dead.........Rank:idk..............History:dont want to talk about it
Waiting_4_more More than 1 year ago
I bought this book not based on the writer, but on the title, the book illustrations and the cover story. VERY, VERY, VERY DISAPPOINTING. Really glad I only paid $5.98 plus tax
smitty81 More than 1 year ago
This book was pretty lame. A classic dont judge a book by its cover example. The short review on the book makes you think its a good book about some crazy weather..........its not really though. I thought it would be a lot like "the day after tomorrow". It was a pretty slow book clear up untill the end. Last part of the book wasnt to bad. In my opinion, the book was more political and goverment conspiricy then weather. I would never read this book again nor would I recommend it to anyone.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Do not spend a dime on this book. Drivel, pure and simple. Characters were flat, the premise quite silly. I was hoping for more scientific trueness here,meteorological information and basis. This would be good on the Hallmark channel. Couldn't make it past the first 50 pages.