Following are brief synopses of the novellas published thus far by NorthCoast Press, along with ordering information:
The Wilderness Affair: "Don't tell me you dragged me all the way down here to show me one of your new stereo speakser? Napoleon chided.
His partner frowned. Solo was not going to ruin his moment. "What you are looking at is a prototype of an axial virtual cathode oscilator."
Join our two favorite agents as they move through the Oregon wilderness. Benton Anderson has disappeared on what should have been a routine hiking trip for this seasoned outdoorsman. Anderson used to work for U.N.C.L.E., and, while going through his things, his daughter found a note to contact the agency should anything happen to him.
Is Thrush involved, or is this simply as it appears: an unfortunate accident? Through the many plot twists, you will learn that there is no such thing as coincidence and not everything is as it seems....or is it?
The Kiwi Affair: Derrick Wade was running for his life. He knew if he could just get to the beach, he might still have a chance. He had to get the word out. If he could only make it to the boat....
On this Affair, join our boys as they fly to New Zealand where they join forces with Dr. Maggie Shipley, a research totanist, in the hopes of figuring out why Thrush is so interested in the local flora. And why are all the locals, both sheep and human either dead or dying?
In January, 1946, Alexander Waverly, late of British Intelligence, recruited 13 uniquely qualified men to be the first Enforcement agents of a newly organized, multi-national security agency called U.N.C.L.E. One of them was a man Waverly had run intelligence operaations with during World War II, a dashing wealthy playboy gambler named Nate Cassidy.
Affable, incorruptible, a master of manipulation, over the years Cassidy became the unofficial dean of the field agents, a friend of Illya Kuryakin and the mentor of Napoleon Solo. Indeed, it was Cassidy's idea to pair them together.
But now it's 1968 and Cassidy is dead, murdered by Thrush with a bullet to the head in the middle of the desert outside Las Vegas. And even though he always counselled Solo not to allow personal relationships to interfere with his duty to U.N.C.L.E., it seems Cassidy has left behind a loose endÑa longtime mistress tucked away in Switzerland named Lili toussaint, once known as Seraphine.
Lili's existence has been a secret to everyone but Waverly, but now Thrush knows as wel, and without Nate to protect her, she's a target for kidnapping or worse. Solo and Kuryakkin are sent to protect her and as the story alternates between the present day peril and Nate and lili's adventures during WWII, Solo must come to terms with the contradictions of his spiritual godfather, a man he thought he knew, and re-examine his feelings about what it means to be an U.N.C.L.E. agent.
"Sir, we've discovered someone trying to access the personal files of Alexander Waverly. Not the computer files, but the boxes of items stored in the vault." "I want the identity of this subjectÑ" "We have him in custody, sir." Napoleon took one look at the oddly-familiar face and felt the rush of thirty years go by, as if he was meeting his partner for the first time. He sat back in his chair, pulling his wits back to 1986. "I'll question him alone."
Napoleon reached over to his console and flipped a switch. "I need you in my office now."
"Really, Napoleon, aren't you being a bit autocratic? If you want me to buy dinner, you might try a more humble approach." There was humor in Illya Kuryakin's voice. "Besides, I'm rather busy right now...."
Napoleon sat back in his chair and studied the nervous young man. "Does your mother live in London?"
The bright blue eyes blinked and a bewildered frown wrinkled the young face. "My mother? Uh, she's in New York on business right now, but she does live outside of London, yes."
Napoleon smiled an enigmatic smile as his office door whooshed open. "Congratulations, Tovarish, it's a boy."
Join us in the much awaited sequel to The Father's Day Affair, where we take up the lives of Maggie and her son Peter, now himself a member of the U.N.C.L.E. Some of the devils of their pasts have not been banished. Will Illya be there for Maggie now as he was so many years ago? and this time, will career come before love?
You asked for it and now it's here.....a collection of some of the best from Linda Cornett! the stories included in this collection are of a wide ranging variety, including both gen and slash tales of the exploits of our fvoirite spies, Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin, those Men from U.N.C.L.E.
Some of the stories included in this anthology are: The Trainer, La Famiglia, Human Kindness, Partners, Survived By, She Waits...a total of 24 yummy stories in all!!
If you have been looking to complete your collection, look no further.
Napoleon escorted the ladies past the doorway and led the way to the bar. Behind its gleaming surface, two identical, shart-eyed women waited side-by-side beneath a pair of matching bobcats. The women had dark braids coiled tightly on their heads and white lace collars wrapped around their throats. napoleon put their age somewhere between forty and seventy-five.
"Miss Beaupre?" He used his smile. "Would you please provide these ladies with a refill of....whatever they're drinking?"
"Don't got no wood alcohol, one Miss Beaupre began.
"...but we can find some sloe gin I bet," the other finished.
That sounded good to the redhead, who blew him a kiss and fell in line for the drink. Napoleon scanned the room. He didn't find what he was looking for.
"Dis here be yours, cher." Beaupre passed him a glass. He sipped it cautiously. Bourbon, thank heavens.
"Thank you." He leaned against the bar. "Tell me," Napoleon glanced between them, "are you both Miss Beaupre?" He worked his smile again-the likable young rake. The sisters stared back-not fooled for an instant.
"Gauche," said the one on his right.
"Droit," said the one on his left.
"Nobody call us Beaupre but dem yats," Meaning the born-and-bred locals.
Napoleon took a ten-dollar bill out of his wallet. "I was wondering whether you've seen a man with a moustache tonight?"
Gauche slid the bill behind the bar. "No moustache, cher," she told him
Oz and Willow have graduated college and are about to be wed. But little does the young lycanthrope realize that his world is about to be irrevocably altered by the arrival of a mysterious mage who promises that she has the power to change the lives of all werewolves for the better.
Spike and his mate, Druscilla, learn of the witch's plan, however, and decide they must derail it before it can go too far. Angel too, is caught up in the proceedings, forced to choose whether he should help his own kind or turn against them as he always has since regaining his soul. Not to be outdone, the rogue slayer Faith decides it's time to return to Sunnydale and wreak her special brand of havoc.
What if you could go back in time? What would you do; what would you change? Who would you kill?
Thrush has stolen the US government's prototype time machine and is about to return to 1946, to when Alexander Waverly and his brother-in-law meet over lunch to discuss the formation of a new law enforcement agency: U.N.C.L.E. It doesn't take a genious to figure out what their plan is. Kill Waverly BEFORE U.N.C.L.E. is formed, and everything that comes after will never have happened!
What they don't consider are two hitchikers mucking up their well-thought-out plan. Two U.N.C.L.E.'s who tag along for the ride of their lives. Or, to make matters worse, one of their own with other ideas as to how to best utilize his time in the past to make changes for his own personal gain.
Join us as we travel from the present (1986) to 1946, to 1975, and round and round. There's only one thing for certain: Toto, I don't think we are in Kansas anymore.....
The signs were good tonight, the lines of power strong. Huetlatolli could sense the waves of energy forming in the very air. In the distance the eerie scream of a howler monkey sounded. Ignoring it, he looked up at the clearing sky to gauge the time. The rain had ceased and through the broken clouds, the full moon with its bright rabbit-shadowed face was only half-high on the horizon. This was good. Uiii, there was still time to both reach the Well of the Moon and to perform the ceremony. Stepping up his pace, he padded hurriedly along the wet trail toward the sacred cenote. He still had time to summon the champions that his people so desperately needed.
He let his mind shoot his message of need like an arrow to the men he had faith the gods would summon on his people's behalf. "Come. . ."
So starts another adventure of Illya Kuryakin and Napoleon Solo. Both agents are captured by one Viktor Karmak of Thrush and taken to Central America, deep in the jungle, to act out a legend and thus ensure Thrush a stronghold in the area.
But, you know what they say about the best laid plans. . . especially where Solo and Kuryakin are concerned!
Colin Jones pushed back his ash blond hair and wiped the sweat from his brow. The machine hummed. He knew he was close. The hum grew higher in pitch as he tapped several commands into the keyboard. Then, in the center of the floor, seemingly suspended in mid air by a large metal arch, the blue light grew and swirled. It almost filled the arch.
Although Colin was inside an underground lab in the middle of the city, on the other side of the swirling blue light he could see a white sand beach and people moving about. He picked up a coffee mug and tossed it into the light. To his astonishment it landed on the sand. Before the light faded away, he caught a glimpse of a woman picking up the mug and staring toward him.
He smiled. Thrush was going to be very pleased with his new invention. Yes, indeed.
When men start appearing out of thin air, blowing up buildings around the world, the men from U.N.C.L.E. are called upon to discover how they are doing it. But, they are not alone in the hunt, and much crossing and double crossing ensues as the machine is stolen right out from under the noses of Thrush
Ethan Rayne looked both ways before crossing the street and heading into the dimly lit alleyway. He didn't care for such a public meeting place. It bespoke either recklessness or stupidity in his contact; neither trait appealed tohim in an associate. Still, Tomaric had instructed that they meet at the stroke of midnight at the deep end of the alley. Ethan had done his homework as any cautious man should, and he'd learned that the alleyway formed a cul-de-sac. A perfect place for an ambush, and Tomaric must have known Ethan would realize it. "Great need often entails great risk," Ethan muttered to himself as he hopped over the wide puddle at the alley entrance and started his way down the darkened lane.
"Rayne," the vampire's voice rasped.
"Tomaric," Ethan responded. "Fancy meeting you here."
Tomaric spat, "No small talk. You have it?""Right here. And you?"
Tomaric briefly flashed something metallic in his hand. "As agreed."
"The Eye of Agrimatto," Ethan murmured. He could almost feel eldritch power seep from the small amulet. This is no fake.
"You realize I cannot let you have such a priceless vampire artifact. Even for the price you paid."
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "The Watcher's Council database? If anyone's been cheated here, it's me. What if I told you I have something else I'd be willing to give you in exchange for my life?"
I'm always open to negotiation," the vampire hissed. "What is it?"
"This," Ethan spat, breaking a thin water balloon against the vampire's face.
"Holy Water! You bastard."
"It's hardly worse than what you had planned for me." He slammed the stake home, and the vampire vanished in a cloud of dust. The jewel case skittered to the ground. He examined the CD and smiled. "This is Billie Holliday's greatest hits."
So starts another novella by Oshram. Faith is in a coma and the Watcher's Council wants her dead. Ethan "rescues" her and brings her back to life with the promise she will have first crack at killing Buffy. After she helps him bring an ancient demon across, of course. Come join the intrepid gang as they try to stop Ethan and protect Buffy from the only person strong enough to actually take her on and possibly win.
"This cannister of film was delivered to U.N.C.L.E. this afternoon," Waverly said. "It was addressed to you, Mr. Kuryakin."
As the film played out, a man's face came into focus, making Illya tense. "Surprised, mr. Kuryakin?" The camera panned back, revealing a hooded figure. The hood was pulled off to reveal a wide-eyed woman with duct tape over her mouth. The camera then moved in closer as two thugs pulled the helpless woman to her feet. Illya drew in a sharp breath.
A madman from Illya's past, before he became an U.N.C.L.E. agent, has resurfaced, and he's determined to take up where he left off so many years ago. This time, however, Illya Kuryakin and all who know him, are in grave danger from one of the most sadistically evil men around. And the men from U.N.C.L.E. only have 42 hours to locate him and stop his vengeance from taking another innocent life.
July 17, 1998. . .
She closed her eyes and inhaled. "I want you. Here. Now."
"What? On the beach?."
She nodded yes, green eyes aflame. She began to unbutton his shirt.
"Outside?" Alec asked as she started pulling the ends of his shirt out of his pants. "Meg," he said. "It's really late. It'll be light soon."
"So?" "So?" he repeated. "So, someone might see us," he finished, kissing her.
"Someone already has," a voice said behind them.
The couple whirled around, caught completely off guard. He didn't know what he expected, but certainly not the creature that stood no more than twenty feet from them. He felt Meghan slip behind him, uncertain.
"We don't want any trouble," he continued. "Really."
The creature cocked its head to one side. "I want to see you dead."
"No!" creamed Meghan. "We haven't done anything to you!"
"You exist, that's enough." The creature shook its head as it drew a weapon. Powerful legs launchd the creature through the air. Alec tried to defend himself, but it did him no good. The creature crashed into him, buying the sharp stake directly into his heart. Alec gasped in pain, then exploded into a cloud of dust.
Meghan screamed again, starting to run. The creature flashed a feral smile and threw another stake at her, piercing her from behind. As she looked down at the stake protruding from her chest, she burst into ashes that slowly fell to the ground and melded with the sand.
"Maybe next time they'll think twice before dining out," Buffy said as she picked up her stakes and headed toward the boardwalk.
"The sky was getting grayer, streaked with bands of pink and violet, making the stars shine less brightly through the open roof. Illya Kuryakin closed his eyes and drifted once more into the back recesses of his mind, pulling down a mental shelf to shield himself from the pain."
What would happen if Thrush was unstoppable? What if they had a serum that, when injected into a wound, would cause a quickening of the healing process, thus enabling once mortally wounded agents to regenerate and be back in the field before U.N.C.L.E. knew what hit them?
"Any questions, Mr. Solo?"
Sam Beckett blinked and looked at the elderly gentleman who had spoken to him. He was momentarily disoriented from the effects of Quantum Leaping. One minute he could be milking a cow the next behind the wheel of a race car. This time he sat at a round table, apparently in the midst of a business conference, for a younger, blond man sat beside him. A triangular yellow badge was pinned to his lapel and Sam tilted his head to see if it bore any sort of identification, but all he could see was the number 11.
So starts yet another adventure for Sam, one in which he has to discover the mole in U.N.C.L.E., while keeping his own identity from his "partner," Illya Kuryakin, a man more atune to subtle changes in character than the normal person would be. But, one leap is not enough this time. It isn't long before Sam has leaped into Illya, turning the tables, and seing things from a different perspective.
Thrush is again recruiting young geniuses into their evil fold. Sam's name comes across Illya's desk, and it sounds oh so familiar. He goes to play bodyguard so that in the future, the young Sam will be able to leap back ot the past and save both his and Napoleon's lives. To blend in with the farm folk, our favorite Russian spy has to pretend he's an immigrant hoping to build a better life in America.
"Can you describe this. . .uh. . .craft, Mr. Kuryakin?"
"Yes, sir. It's metallic, disc-shaped, perhaps twenty-five meters in diameter. The lights are diffused. There has been no sound, no air turbulence. I haven't the faintest idea what's keeping it up there. . .wait, it's moving toward me now. Some sort of antenna is descending from the underside. It's getting brigher. I think it's going to land in the road."
"Mr. Kuryakin, you are to get away from there at once."
"Sir? Communications reports that Mr. Kuryakin's communicator has gone dead, but no sign off was received."
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