Tor Maddox Series by Liz Coley
Genres: Thriller, Young Adult
INTRODUCING Tor Maddox, a heroine for our times
“I know that one day, I’m going to have to live in the real world. I’d like it to be a decent one.” - Tor
Book I Tor Maddox: Unleashed
When sixteen-year old Torrance Olivia Maddox, self-confessed news junkie, figures out that the mysterious and deadly New Flu is being spread by dogs, she has one question—if the danger is that obvious to her, why hasn’t the government revealed the truth and taken action?
Her search for the answer will take her farther than she ever imagined. But then again, she never imagined that man’s best friend could become public enemy number one, that men in black might show up in her cozy suburban neighborhood, that she’d spend her sixteenth birthday as a teenaged runaway, and that her effort to save one dog would become a mission to save them all.
Book 2 Tor Maddox: Embedded
Life has been way too quiet for Tor Maddox since her fifteen minutes of CNN fame. Then agent-in-training Rick Turner reappears with what sounds like a simple assignment—to embed herself as his eyes and ears in her own high school. When she agrees to keep tabs on high school state swim champ Hamilton Parker for the Feds, she is plunged into the deep end of a sinister plot. Knowing that freedom, justice, and lives are at stake again, Tor jumps in feet first, but has she gotten in over her head this time?
When observe and report becomes kiss and tell, Tor’s first mission may blow up in her face.
Book 3 Tor Maddox: Mistaken
Grab a flotation device and welcome aboard for more shenanigans, villainy, and romance.
Eight leotards and a ball gown—that’s what Tor Maddox packed for her summer ballet intensive in New York. Pity she never arrived. Kidnapped once by the good guys and once by the bad ones, Tor finds herself involved in a high seas adventure featuring princesses and pirates, a wedding ring, and the guy she thought she’d never be allowed to see again, junior man-in-black Rick Turner.
EXCERPT
Down the street, a door slammed. An engine revved.
Rick’s head whirled, tracking the noise, and I
took advantage of the distraction to change the subject. “We’re going to
Ensenada tomorrow,” I reported. “His dad has a business meeting, so we’re going
along for the scenery. Okay? Enough progress?”
His frown surprised me. “Mexico? That’s not
exactly safe territory right now.”
“You know—”
“Yes, I know you’re a black belt. But still—”
“That’s not what I was going to say,” I
interrupted. Only a red belt, actually, but I wasn’t going to say that either.
“It’ll be fine. His dad’s bodyguard is meeting us there. Besides. I’m just
doing what you told me to. Get close to the son; keep an eye on the dad.”
He breathed loudly. “So you are. You’re right. You
appear to be exceeding my expectations.”
“Rick.” I didn’t quite know what to say after
that. I refused to feel guilty. Nothing to feel guilty for…yet.
He pulled a ball point pen out of his pocket.
“Okay. Take this along with you. Please?”
“Wow. A pen. How…thoughtful?” I twirled it in my
fingers.
“It’s a camera,” he explained.
“Really? Coolio.” I couldn’t stop the grin. My
first spy camera! “But I do have my phone, you know.”
“This one is a little special. GPS tracking, voice
recorder, infrared, and sixty megapixel image. No matter where you shoot from,
we’ll be able to blow up the smallest corner of the shot.”
Awesome. “So what am I supposed to be shooting?”
“Use your judgment. The restaurant, the beach,
anyone Parker senior talks to. That kind of thing. There are a couple safety
features as well—flashlight, screamer, taser, death ray.”
I nearly dropped the pen. “Nice. How do I activate
the death ray?”
A dimple appeared in his left cheek.
Spit. “You were kidding, right?”
His lips twisted in a smile. He flicked a moth
from its perch on his sleeve. “Only half. This is last year’s model. No death
ray.”
I punched him in the arm. “Sure. Whatever.
Instructions?”
He passed me a small piece of paper from his other
pocket. “When you’ve memorized this, please destroy it.”
I stuffed it in my pocket. “I’m terrible at
manuals and on-line tutorials. Can you just show me?”
“Of course,” he said. “Though I find it hard to
believe you’re terrible at anything.”
I held the pen up to my eye. All I saw was pen.
“All I see is a pen. Now what?”
Rick spun me to face the street lamp, stepped up
behind me, and reached around my shoulders to steady the pen. “That’s upside
down,” he said. “Not that it really matters.”
I spun the pen point down. “I knew that.”
His hands closed over mine. “Site through the O in
the brand name. See if you can center it on the light.”
Pulling the pen close enough to squint through it
brought Rick’s thumbs right up against my cheek. I did my best to ignore the
way I felt pressed, enfolded, snuggled even, between his warm chest behind me
and his forearms resting on mine.
“See it now?” he asked. “I don’t think you’re
aiming high enough.” He rested his chin on my left shoulder and tilted the pen.
His eyelashes tickled my left cheek.
I forgot to breathe until he did it for me, the
warm air blowing down my neck, more of a shuddery sigh than a normal
exhalation. I melted and froze solid all in one moment. I knew if I turned my
head about one inch to the left, I could create a whole lot of trouble for both
of us. For just a millisecond, I calculated whether it was worth it.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
In 2013, Liz Coley’s psychological thriller Pretty Girl-13 was released by HarperCollins in the US and UK. Foreign translations have been published in French, Spanish, German, Portuguese, Swedish, Norwegian, Russian, Czech, Slovakian, and Chinese (simplified and traditional).
Her independent publications include alternate history/time travel/romance Out of Xibalba and teen thrillers in the new Tor Maddox series: UNLEASHED, EMBEDDED, and MISTAKEN. Her short fiction has appeared in Cosmos Magazine and several speculative fiction anthologies: The Last Man, More Scary Kisses, Strange Worlds, Flights of Fiction, You’re not Alone, and Winter's Regret.
Liz lives in Ohio, where she is surrounded by a fantastic community of writers, beaten regularly by better tennis players, uplifted by her choir, supported by her husband, teased by her teenaged daughter, cheered from afar by her two older sons, and adorned with hair by her cats Tiger, Pippin, and Merry.
Liz invites you to follow her as LizColeyBooks on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook, and visit her website at LizColey.com.
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