The White Iris is the third book and final book in the Harvester Series. While all three books can be read and enjoyed on their own, reading the three books in order will add to your reading enjoyment.
Book One, The White Carnation, begins the hunt for a serial killer kidnapping pregnant women, murdering them, and then vanishing with the newborn infants. But there is much more to the crime than the detectives on the case can possibly imagine.
Book Two, The White Lily, continues the hunt, but the Harvester is angry, determined to reclaim what he sees as his, not caring how many have to die for him to achieve his goal.
About The White Iris
Time’s running out for Special Agent Trevor Clark and his FBI task force. They’re no closer to uncovering the identity of the Prophet, a dangerous serial killer who has been murdering new mothers and vanishing with their infants. If Trevor can’t unlock the clues, the killer’s threats to unleash what the FBI suspects is biological warfare could mean death for all of them. His only recourse is to swallow his pride and reach out to his former fiancée, the CDC’s renowned virologist, Dr. Julie Swift.
Two years ago, Julie ended their engagement after Trevor abandoned her when she needed him most. Now, faced with the possibility of the greatest epidemic since the Spanish flu, she has to put her faith and her safety, as well as that of countless others, into the hands of a man she doesn’t trust. Can they set aside their differences to stop the Prophet, and in doing so, will they find the love they lost?
From the streets of Boston to the wilds of Alaska, this thrilling conclusion to the Harvester Series takes several turns you won’t see coming!
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Excerpt from The White Iris:
“Ellie, I’m telling you, there are two virus samples missing,” Julie whispered into her phone. “I came down here to secure a new specimen, and they’re gone. I checked the sign-out sheet. No one’s working with them. They should be here.”
“Be reasonable, Jules, there’s absolutely no way two virus samples can walk out of the CDC, and you know it, especially since we got that terrorist alert from the FBI two weeks ago. It would be easier to carry a gold ingot out of Fort Knox. It wouldn’t be the first time someone skipped protocol because they were in a hurry. Hell, we’ve both done it. It’s probably one of your own team members. Look, I’ll be back within the hour, and Brad should be back by then, too. If you feel this strongly about it, take it to him. Someone needs their knuckles rapped. I’ll back you up.”
“But I can’t go to him,” Julie wailed. “I’m logged in here under your name.”
“My name?” Ellie yelled loudly enough that Julie pulled the phone away from her ear. “Why on earth are you logged in under my name? How is that even possible?”
“When you left my office to go to the dentist, you grabbed my badge instead of yours. They were side by side on my desk. I didn’t realize it until that Ebola specimen arrived, and I had to sign for it. I couldn’t just leave it lying around. I expected to be in and out without a problem. This is what happens when I act on impulse.”
“Breathe, Julie. Exactly what’s missing?”
“Two influenza A samples: an H1N1 derivative, not the one the team and I used for this year’s vaccine, and an H5N1. I have a bad feeling about this.”
“For Pete’s sake, settle down. The FBI directive was a heads-up, not an imminent threat warning. Brad’s been like a cat on a hot tin roof for the last couple of weeks, ever since you two met with Trevor. What the hell did he tell you?
“Nothing that has any bearing on this,” Julie said, hoping Ellie couldn’t hear the lie in her voice. “You’re right. I’m making a mountain out of a molehill.”
“Not you. If there’s one thing you don’t do, it’s jump to conclusions, so if this scares you, I’ll tell Brad I found them missing. Take a picture, and I’ll show it to him. Good enough?”
Julie sighed. “Yes, thanks. See you in an hour or so.”
Using the camera on her cell phone, Julie took a picture of the two empty slots, making sure the photograph was clear enough to see the sample numbers. Three days ago, there’d been a power outage in this part of the city. The authorities had blamed it on one of the many suicidal squirrels responsible for such things each year, and from what she’d learned, Georgia had more of the idiotic rodents than a lot of other states.
What if it hadn’t been a squirrel, but a carefully organized theft? She couldn’t get Trevor’s prophet out of her head. The two missing flu viruses were among the most dangerous because they killed healthy people, not just the sick and infirm like most flu viruses did. Delivering them might be a problem since both were spread by direct contact, but if the man was determined to kill millions, releasing either one of these pathogens would do the trick.
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Amazon bestselling author Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada. She is of French-Canadian descent. She’s always been an avid reader of all types of books, but with a penchant for happily ever after romances. A retired educator, Susanne spends her time writing and creating adventures for her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.
Not content with one subgenre, Susanne writes romance that ranges from contemporary to sci-fi and everything in between.
When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traveling to interesting places she can use as settings in her future books. In summer she enjoys camping with her grandchildren and attending various outdoor concerts and fairs. In winter, she likes to cuddle by the fire and watch television.