The Bleiberg Project

The Bleiberg Project


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The Bleiberg Project by David Khara

Are Hitler’s atrocities really over? Find out in this adrenaline-pumping ride to save the world from a conspiracy straight out of the darkest hours of history.

1942, Poland. The head of the SS meets secretly with a scientist in charge of a major Third Reich project.

Present day. After another late night with yet another woman whose name he doesn’t remember, self-pitying golden boy trader Jay Novacek learns that his long-lost father has died, precipitating events that lead him to board a plane to Zurich. He’s got a Nazi medallion in his pocket, a hot CIA bodyguard next to him, and a clearly dangerous Mossad agent on his tail. What was his father investigating? Why was his mother assassinated? Why are unknown sides fighting over him with automatic weapons? Far from his posh apartment, he races to save the world from a horrific conspiracy. Can it be stopped?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781939474063
Publisher: Le French Book
Publication date: 07/15/2014
Series: Consortium Thriller Series
Pages: 243
Product dimensions: 4.59(w) x 8.23(h) x 0.36(d)

About the Author

French author David Khara, a former journalist, top-level sportsman, and entrepreneur, is a full-time writer. Khara wrote his first novel—a vampire thriller—in 2010, before starting his Consortium thriller series. The first thriller in the series, The Bleiberg Project, was an instant success in France, catapulting Khara into the ranks of the country’s top thriller writers.

Simon John was born in the United Kingdom. After graduating from Cambridge University, he stage-managed and produced theatre for two years. A quest for wine, women and goat cheese led him to Paris, where he began working in film production and translation. While his focus has been on translating and subtitling movies, such as Michael Haneke’s Palme d’Or-winner Love and blockbusters Taken 1 & 2, Simon has also translated for Yasmina Réza, the art magazine L’Officiel Art and gardening manuals. After twenty fertile years and 3,713 goat cheese salads in Paris, he is now based in Berlin.

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Stutthof Concentration Camp, 1942.

The other guards gathered around Horst, taking out their cigarettes and lighters in unison. They warmly congratulated their lucky colleague. Horst tried to conceal his happiness, aware that his companions would soon be tormented with jealousy. They eventually dispersed and headed back to their quarters, but Horst stayed alone, his feet planted in the middle of the path. The knowledge that he would soon leave seemed to sharpen his senses. From now on, every breath of this frigid air would bring him closer to Germany and closer to home. He would hate Poland for the rest of his life.
   One day he’d forget the horrors committed here. He took out the photo of his wife and baby from his inside pocket and kissed it. Suddenly, his vision blurred. A sharp noise wracked his skull. Where was it coming from? He tilted his head to the right. Orange flames enveloped his shoulder. The cold gave way to warmth, the world teetered, and he fell face-down. As the life painlessly left his body, Horst saw a trickle of blood run across the ground and over the photograph he was still holding in his burned hand. A child’s bare feet scampered across frozen earth; this was his last vision. Horst Geller, SS man by happenstance, a husband and father swept up in the general madness of war, died November 9, 1942. He was one of ten official victims in an assassination attempt against Heinrich Himmler. The master of the Black Order survived.
   The final solution rolled inexorably onward.

Manhattan, present day, 9:48 a.m.

This morning, like every other morning, I’m hung over. My brain is fried. I’m a piece of shit. My head is pounding, and as I grope for aspirin on the bedside table, the lamp falls to the floor and breaks. How did that get there? When I sprinkle two pills into my palm, I feel better already. I toss them back and swallow them dry—water’s for pussies. I bury my head in the pillow. I don’t know what time it is, and I don’t give a damn. There’s a nagging sound, like something continually falling—or a lot of little things. My mouth tastes like tobacco. I’m a human ashtray.
   I identify the sound. Water. A girl is in my shower. What’s her name again? I don’t remember, and I don’t give a shit either. If she’s taking a shower, she’s leaving soon. Fine by me. Everything is fine by me, as long as I take the hits. There’s one thing left to do, but I don’t have the guts. I just want to be done with it once and for all. I could use a rope or jump off a building, but I’m a coward. So until I find an easy way out, I’m killing myself one day at a time. It’s the same thing in the end.
   She comes through the room, and I open an eye to see what she looks like. Small, brunette, tight. Not bad. She doesn’t look at me and probably doesn’t know my name either. But now I remember hers. Rachel. Is it Wednesday? Rachel was Tuesday. Actually, no, I don’t know her name. She makes an incredible amount of noise for somebody getting dressed. I hear her saying something from the other room. My face is still in the pillow, and I can’t understand. Probably “see you later.” Sure. See you never.
   Finally I’m alone. I open my eyes. The fog in my head is gone, but it took its sweet time leaving. Ten in the morning, and I’m late for work as usual. That bitch splashed water all over the bathroom! I hate that. It’s a holdover from the days when I liked everything to be neat and in its place. I mop up the floor with a towel and get in the shower. The warm jets of water massage my body and gradually wake me up.
   I’m thirty-one. I’m an asshole trader who works for a piece-of-shit Wall Street firm. I’m just a nobody, but I still seem to have a name: Jay Novacek. I turn off the water and grab a pack of cigarettes that’s been left beside the sink. I couldn’t just leave it there all alone, poor thing. I light one, because if I’m going to stick with my two-pack-a-day habit I have to get cracking. I look in the mirror and have to admit that I’m pretty well-built, though the memories of college sports and my occasional squash matches seem pretty distant now. I’m a good-looking guy. Girls say so, anyway. Blue eyes and a square jaw—they like that. The mirror steams up, and I can’t see myself anymore. Thank God.
   10:20. I’m smoking my third cigarette and sprawled on the beige leather couch in the living room. A steaming cup of coffee rests on the glass coffee table. Coffee is the only way I’ll make it through the day. If everything goes well, I’ll be dressed in ten minutes and in my office before eleven. Miracles can happen.
   I hate my apartment. It reeks of money—big, empty and cold. Did I ever like this shit? Leather? Glass and black lacquer? Abstract scribbles and splatters by painters more fashionable than talented? I guess the answer is yes. I recognize my personality only in the plastic Spiderman and Doctor Doom figurines on top of my stereo system.
   I take another drag. I’m a piece of shit who can’t even remember what he did last night. But I do remember every detail of one day by heart, to the point that I play it in my mind again and again. How long has it been? Six months? My memory of that day is as vivid as the coffee cup in front of me. I close my eyes and replay the events of that day for the umpteenth time…
   I’m at the office. In front of me are six computer screens, blinking everywhere, with graphs, curves, trends, numbers. The world’s economy in a nutshell. On the other side of the Earth, people get up, work, pay back their loans, do their best to scrape by. But to me they don’t live. They produce. And what they produce makes me rich.
   It’s Monday morning, and Dow Jones has collapsed. My friends are all trying to sell, but I’m buying everything that comes past. At the market’s close that afternoon, the results are unprecedented: an eleven-point gain. I’m a star. I’ve just made a billion dollars for my firm, and fifty million of it is mine. Nobody’s hotter than me. My boss is on cloud nine. My clients call, one after another, to thank me for what I’ve done. Champagne in the boardroom with the decrepit senior partners, conservative assholes, every one. The associates join us, and we pass the bottle around. When it’s empty we go to dinner—French and expensive. You do what you have to do. The other traders watch us go by like masters of the universe. They throw me dirty looks. They can go screw themselves, the losers. In the elevator we joke and slap each other on the back.
   Up until then everything was going fine. The sound of the doorbell snaps me back to the present. 10:23. Shit! Who the hell could it be? Whatever. Go on, asshole, ring all you want. He’s a persistent asshole. I drag myself to the door. This apartment is way too big. I slide back the deadbolt and turn the knob. Two huge military men are standing ramrod straight in the hallway. They’re wearing their best brass, white gloves, hats, the whole nine yards. Even their medals are out, and these guys have a few. I’d say the first guy, the older one in front, has about fifty. His clone, twenty years younger, has nearly as many. They would seem to serve a purely decorative function.  
   “Mr. Corbin?” (Nobody’s called me that for at least twenty years.)
   “Mr. Corbin is my father. I’m Jeremy Novacek.”
   The penguins don’t even flinch. “Jeremy Novacek, we’re here to present our sincere condolences on behalf of the armed forces of the United States of America. Your father, Air Force Lieutenant General Daniel J. Corbin, passed away. It’s an honor to present you with this flag, as well as your father’s military decorations.” They give a military salute—rigid but clean. I’m not sure what to do. They don’t look like they want to come in and kick back. I salute in return. It seems to work. They turn to the left and leave in step with each other. I push the door shut and stand there. I’m holding a flag folded in a triangle and a box of metal scraps stamped with eagles and stars.
   My old man is dead. I lean against the bar in the kitchen, grab a bottle of cognac and throw back a gulp. News like this calls for a celebration. Today’s program has just changed: first the office and then a train to Poughkeepsie. I ought to tell my mother that Lieutenant General Corbin finally decided to kick it.


""I realized the world we live in rose up from the ashes of war, and was built on the corpses of sixty million victimes. I wanted to write about it and used entertainment to make it more bearable.""

""Hidden behind the fast-paced, action-packed, entertaining thriller lies a tribute to those who lived through the war and suffered from it.""

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The Bleiberg Project 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you like thrillers with action, humor and history, this book is definitely for you ! If you are not familiar with this kind of book, you should try it anyway, you might be surprised. With an effective plot, some charismatic characters (likeable or despicable, just pick your fave), a strong historical background and contemporary issues, Khara wrote a story about consequences of past crimes and experiences that are still haunting people nowadays. Khara is not only a great writer with a wonderful and efficient sense of adventure, he's also a serious author who gathered material about historical circumstances, his novel is pure fiction, but also based on real historical facts. Thanks to his amazing sense of action, Khara takes us to a trip from the worst years of the 20th century, until today, keeping up the suspense using repeated flashbacks.
ArtikelUnbekannt More than 1 year ago
The Bleiberg Project isn't just an excellent thriller, it is a breathtaking journey to the most fascinating secrets of the modern history. A truly addictive story, full of suspense and twists, with engaging - or terrifying - characters ready to dive into the heart of darkness. Keep in mind David Khara's name because you'll most likely hear from him in the future. Now, enjoy the ride.
Delmare5 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. I could not put it down and read it over two days. I especially liked being able to look up cities as I read so that I could follow the action closely.. Fun!
ereader4 More than 1 year ago
A good mystery keeps us captivated to the last page. The best mysteries leave us begging for a sequel. After meeting Mossad assassin Eytan Morg  in this fast-paced thriller, I can't wait to spend more time with him. Author David Khara skillfully masters both characters and story line in "The Bleiberg Project."
ponkle More than 1 year ago
I received a ARC of this book and wasn't sure how it was going to be especially since translated from the french.  I was pleasantly surprised, it was great. Something I've always wondered about , What if the Nazi's had done ___? This was one of those thrillers I couldn't put down. It had elements of surprise, twists and history all wrapped into one. If you enjoy Dan Brown or any of that genre you will certainly enjoy this.
Dialmalor More than 1 year ago
Big thriller with bigs characters with a fabulous storyline. David Khara is THE new page-turner writer. Don't begin the book in evening if you want to sleep this night.
smeethsaysfashion More than 1 year ago
'The Bleiberg Project' by David Kara is a mystifying thriller. It follows one mans journey, as he tries to discover who his father was and  how he was connected to a Nazi conspiracy. It's fast paced, nonstop action, which makes 'The Bleiberg Project' extremely difficult to put down. So make sure you give yourself plenty  of time when you start reading it!  David Khara has a wonderful writing tone, it is like no other thriller writer, and yet it takes the best from some of the best, such as John Grisham and Clive Cussler. The characters in 'The Bleiberg Project' are wonderfully developed. By the time you reach the end you will feel as if you know them, and  that you have built a true connection with them. I'm so glad that this is just the beginning of David Khara's 'Consortium' series. I just cannot wait to read more spellbinding action and meet some more of his fabulous characters. If you like thrillers, you'll love 'The Bleiberg Project'. If you don't like thrillers, read 'The Bleiberg Project' and then you will like thrillers. I definitely recommend that you read this book, when it becomes available on the 30th April 2013. 
Anonymous 3 months ago
SoSo. Won't read another .
anne-martin More than 1 year ago
the first book of the trilogy enables you to meet Eytan, who was victim of Hitler's experimentation as a young man in 1942. Today, he is still a young man, the experiment was a success. If you are familiar with adventure/action books, you probably have heard of it. If not, try it, and you may (like I did) discover the first books of action I enjoyed. Why? because there is an underlying note of humor always present and because the characters are so amazingly human you get to care for them.   Because, too, in our crazy world of perpetual progress, a small voice in your head says: and if it were possible? You will notice how the author avoids any gory descriptions, any bloody scenes or horror moments. That is a real plus for me. We all know about Mengele or other doctors who tried insane and cruel things under Hitler.  One of their desires was to create the uebermensch, the perfect human, to be either the perfect soldier -then with accent on strength and physical power, or the perfect gene pool, to create perfect little Aryans. Well, Eytan has it all. Power, force, intelligence... And that makes many people interested in him.Jay is a New York trader, desperate, suicidal because his life has no meaning, when he learns that his father has been murdered and left him the key to a safety deposit box. He flies to Zurich to learn what is there...
MariaD1 More than 1 year ago
I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher via NetGalley for a fair and honest review. I received no additional compensation for my opinion of the reading material. I rated the book 5 out of 5 Stars and a Recommended Read. A thriller which takes readers between the present and World War II, The Bleiberg Project by David Khara, is simply “Magnifique”. Colorful characters, good dialogue and a conspiracy dating back to World War II, kept me turning the pages from start to finish. Filled with action, danger, the nature of man’s humanity, or lack thereof, and the possible redemption of a tortured soul, Mr. Khara’s book is in my opinion a must read for any reader who enjoys this genre. Beginning with a scene from World War II, Mr. Khara takes us to present day Manhattan, where he introduces us to Jeremy Corbin, aka Jay Novacek, a privileged, successful Wall Street Trader. Who it just so happens is waking up from another night of drinking and womanizing. Showcasing Jay’s currently less than stellar attitude towards life, and his job, Mr. Khara quickly lets us know that nothing is quite as it seems. The pace picks up as Jay learns of his estranged father’s death, his father’s secrets and the part his mother played in keeping him in the dark.  Mr. Khara does a great job developing Jay’s character from the start; while difficult to like at first, I was able to quickly connect with him and understand his situation. I understood why he changed his name from Corbin to Novacek and why he felt the way he did towards his dad. Suffering from issues of his own, Jay is a tortured man who is not at peace with life but can’t bring himself to end it either.  As the story progresses and Jay finds himself trying to put together the clues his father left him, he is helped by two people who work for the CIA and have a vested interest in what he discovers. Also aided by Eytan Morg, a “giant” bald headed man and a Mossad agent who at first seems to be out to hurt him, Jay flies to Europe to open a safety deposit box his father left him. As their journey progresses, and Jay and the agents helping him take control of his father’s files, they find themselves being pursued by enemy agents and in danger of losing their lives.  Will Jay and his protectors uncover the truth about the “Bleiberg Consortium” and its ties to the Nazi’s? Has the consortium behind Hitler’s rise to power continued to plan and experiment in preparation to “reshape” the world once again? You’ll have to read The Bleiberg Consortium to find out. I loved it and can’t wait to read the next book in this series.
BasingstoneBook More than 1 year ago
This is a good book, starting slow it builds up pace as the author introduces the characters and gets on with the plot. Nazi experimentation is chasing city trader Jeremy Corbin's family through history to the present day where he finds an unexpected friend in a Mossad assassin who along with his CIA minder battle to stay alive. Well worth a read.
reececo331 More than 1 year ago
It sounds like an interesting idea, the Nazi party has done research on radiation and the effects on the human body. Blieberg a Jewish scientist wants to continue research in the area. Looking to make a ultra human or superman.What would the implications be today it the experiment worked. How would it change history if the subject escaped. This book is a thrilling look into the ideology of this occurring. And how they can expose the Consortium and end the evil they want to inflict on the world. Very good job at an action adventure book. 
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