Mark Greaney

The paperback version of Locked On is out! One week until the release of Threat Vector.

Locked On

By Tom Clancy with Mark Greaney

#1 New York Times bestselling author Tom Clancy is back and the stakes have never been higher.

Jack Ryan has only just moved back into the Oval Office when he is faced with a new international threat. An aborted coup in the People’s Republic of China has left President Wei Zhen Lin with no choice but to agree with the expansionist policies of General Su Ke Qiang. They have declared the South China Sea a protectorate and are planning an invasion of Taiwan.

I’ll be on the panel “The Power of Setting” on Friday, October 5th, from 9:00am to 9:50am, and singing books immediately afterward.

Ballistic, the third novel in the Gray Man series, as been nominated for a Barry Award in the Best Thriller category. The award will be given out October 4 in Cleveland, Ohio, at the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame during the Bauchercom Crime and Thriller novel convention.

2012 Barry Awards

Here is a new review for the recently released Locked On by Bookreporter.com

Here is my next project. It will be on shelves December 13th, and I could not be more proud!

LOCKED ON

I’ll be at the Booksellers at Laurelwood at Poplar and Perkins this evening at 6pm for a discussion and signing on my new book, Ballistic. This will be my last local event for the books, so please come on down!

Go to the book page and click on one of the links there to order a copy!

The yacht was called La Sirena, it lay at anchor here seven miles out in the bay, wide of the shipping lanes that ran to the port or the marina, but close enough to shore so that its owner and his entourage could enjoy all that Puerto Vallarta had to offer. It was long and sleek and beautiful, and crowned by a state-of-the-art black Eurocopter helicopter resting on the helipad above the upper aft deck. But Eduardo Gamboa ignored the style of the ship in front of him and focused fully on the substance. After forty minutes under water his night vision was tuned to its peak. With his naked eye he saw two guards on the upper sundeck standing near the bow. He imagined the same number on the opposite side.

Three olive drab pickup trucks turned off the road from the plaza and onto Canalizo, the Gamboas’ street. Standing in the beds and leaning on the cab’s roof in each vehicle were two Mexican Army soldiers with bulky green flack jackets and large black G3 rifles. Behind them in the truck beds were two more armed soldiers facing the rear, their weapons trained on the street. Counting the driver and a passenger in each cab, Court realized eighteen guns and gunners had just arrived on the scene.

“Or the army.” Court repeated, more to himself than to Laura.