Reviews


"A top-notch thriller."

Bill O'Reilly

"Brad Thor at his best— an action-packed political thriller rooted in historical fact that blurs the lines between reality and fiction."

Glenn Beck

"Rocks from page one… I didn’t put it down until the last page. If you are a fan of Brad Thor, this book is one not to miss.”

Men Reading Books

"A relentless, action-packed political thriller complete with everything readers have come to expect from one of the best authors in the game today."

The Real Book Spy

"An adrenaline ride through labyrinthine worlds of espionage and international intrigue."

TownHall.com

"Thor’s most complex and ambitious entry in the series yet, ushering him onto the hallowed ground of literary thriller master John le Carré... A classical hybrid that combines the traditions of both Alistair MacLean and Frederick Forsyth."

Providence Journal

“As usual, Brad Thor proves he’s the ultimate thriller writer.”

Suspense Magazine

"Foreign Agent is Thor’s best yet”

Hugh Hewitt

"One of those books you end up staying awake until 2am reading"

Brit + Co

“Make sure you clear your calendar before you start… it’s impossible to put down.”

The Daily Caller

"Thor keeps FOREIGN AGENT brimming with intrigue and high-level espionage games”

Bookreporter.com

"Another fantastic thriller pulled right from today’s headlines"

The Gazette
Foreign Agent

Foreign Agent

by Brad Thor

The Story

Terrorism in Europe has spun out of control. The United States has decided on a dramatic response. Now, the CIA needs a very special kind of operative.

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Brad Thor—
a brilliant thriller as “current as tomorrow’s headlines.”

Scot Harvath has exactly the skills the CIA is looking for. He’s a former U.S. Navy SEAL with extensive experience in espionage. Working for a private intelligence company, he will provide the CIA, and more important, the President, with absolute deniability.

But deep within the Russian Caucasus, Moscow also has its own special kind of operative. As a child, Sacha Baseyev endured an unimaginable horror. Today, he lives and breathes for only one reason—to kill. And he will kill as many Americans as it takes to accomplish his mission.

When a clandestine American operations team is ambushed near Syria, all signs point toward a dangerous informant in Brussels. But as Harvath searches for the man, he uncovers another actor—a rogue player hell-bent on forcing America’s hand and drawing it into a confrontation deadlier than anyone could have imagined.

As the attacks mount, and terror is brought to the very doorstep of the White House, Harvath finds himself in the race of his life. From Vienna, Brussels, and Berlin, to Malta, Jordan, and Syria—he will push himself beyond the edge in order to confront one of the greatest evils the world has ever known.

Filled with action, intrigue, and edge-of-your-seat suspense, Foreign Agent is a nonstop thrill ride that reaffirms Thor’s position as the “master of thrillers.”

Chapter Excerpt

At six foot four, two-hundred-seventy-five pounds, Ken Berglund was a massive sight to behold. He had a thick, blond beard and sleeves of tattoos up both arms. “T-bones are almost ready,” he called out.

A cheer arose from his teammates in the courtyard, and from the women who had gathered around the old stone slab being used as a dining table. Someone fired up a Charlie Daniels song on their iPhone as more beers were pulled from the cooler. It was a perfect night for a cookout. Above the abandoned desert fortress, the stars shone in the blue-black sky, a cool breeze blew away the lingering heat of the day, and for a moment you could almost forget where you were.

That was until you noticed the modified M4 rifles kept within arm’s reach, or the .45caliber pistols the men carried at their hips. As soon as you saw those, the illusion was shattered. Nobody gunned up that heavy for dinner unless they were in a war zone. Which was exactly where they were.

Ashleigh Foster, though, had downplayed the danger. She had spun the trip to her two girlfriends as something out of Lawrence of Arabia—a weekend at a romantic desert castle surrounded by nothing but sand and the occasional camel. Of course, as a CIA collection management of cer, she knew better. Stationed at the U.S. Embassy in Amman, she saw the intelligence on a daily basis. In fact, it was her job to sort it, encrypt it, and send it all back to CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia.

No place in Iraq was safe—and that went double for Anbar. ISIS may not have pushed this far into the province yet, but it was only a matter of time.

Ashleigh’s girlfriends knew better too. As embassy staffers, they were kept up to speed on the security situation not only in Jordan, but also in neighboring Iraq and Syria. What they were doing was dangerous.

But danger had been part of the weekend’s appeal. It was an adventure, and adventures were supposed to be exciting. And what could be more exciting than partying at a CIA safe house for two nights?

They had snuck out of work early on Friday, stopping back at their apartments only long enough to pick up clothes and four enormous Yeti coolers (borrowed from an embassy storage room), filled with all sorts of food including steaks, ice cream, beer, and even donuts.

With a carefree attitude better suited to a trio of college co-eds headed off on spring break, they hopped into Ashleigh’s Toyota Land Cruiser, turned up the music, and pointed the SUV toward the Karameh border crossing.
Less than three hours later, they flashed their diplomatic passports and were waved through both the Jordanian and Iraqi checkpoints. Just beyond, Ashleigh’s boyfriend and two of his teammates were waiting.

A former U.S. Army Ranger, Ken Berglund worked for the CIA’s highly classi ed paramilitary detachment known as SAD, or Special Activities Division.

He and his six-man team had been sitting in the crumbling desert fortress for over a week. They were waiting for the CIA to green-light their insertion into Syria to snatch an ISIS HVT, or high-value target.

Berglund’s team was already running low on supplies when Langley informed them that the target had changed locations again and there’d be another delay. The CIA wanted to keep the target under surveillance for a few days to see who he was meeting with. They’d decide what to do after that.

Hurry up and wait. It was par for the course for operators. If Langley wanted to delay this mission, that was their decision. In the meantime, though, Berglund had made a decision of his own. Why not make their resupply a little more interesting? He and Ashleigh hadn’t seen each other in months. When he asked her, she jumped at the chance. As long as she hit the road by Friday prayers, she’d be all right. There wasn’t much to worry about between Amman and the border. She’d have her weapon with her and if she needed to rock out with her Glock out, she could hold her own.

Her father, who was ex-military, had taught her how to shoot at an early age. On top of her extensive CIA training, she practiced continually and took great pride in outshooting any man dumb enough to underestimate her.

It was one of the many things Berglund loved about her. Not only was she this hot, south Florida stunner, but she was also her own woman—unafraid, unapologetic, and unaffected by who or what other people thought she should be.

Her father, though, had his own plans. He hadn’t wanted her getting anywhere near the Middle East, and had exerted great pressure to keep her back in the United States. But Ashleigh being Ashleigh, she had found a way to get what she wanted.

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