Uhm...not sure where to start to convey all the ways this struck me as ludicrous. I read it because it was recommended in the Suspense part of The Ultimate Reading List. I probably should have been warned it wasn't for me when I saw blurbs praising it by Vince Flynn of Term Limits and Glenn Beck. But hey, as it turned out, it wasn't that it was outre right-wing that turned me off, but that when it comes down to it I'm the kind of gal who believes Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone to assassinate President John F. Kennedy. I find it easy to believe US Senators could be corrupt and in league with a filthy rich industrialist prepared to suborn them. I find it very easy to believe in politicians who are hiding sexual proclivities that would appall their constituents. What I do find hard to believe is that to defeat a bill in Congress they'd conspire to assassinate Secret Service agents and kidnap the American president and frame the surviving agent for murder. What I do find hard to believe is a US Senator who to cover up a homosexual affair orders a hit on his lover.
Not impossible to believe the above mind you--just hard. It doesn't help that this book is abysmally written in a style I find headache inducing. We're talking head-hopping, intrusive dialogue tagging, jarring frequent F-bombs, designer label name-dropping and awkwardly constructed sentences that don't flow--added to that is a Barbie Doll "gorgeous" love interest and indestructible Marty Stu ex-SEAL Olympic-class skier protagonist Scot Harvath. The characters are onion-skin thin and the plot ridden with unbelievable coincidences. This is the kind of book I wish I could give negative stars to. It's not just I "didn't like it"--I hated this book and found it painful to read far into it.
