The Alex Hunt Adventure Thrillers Series Book Bundle
The Alex Hunt Adventure Thrillers Series Book Bundle
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Start The Alex Hunt Adventure Thriller series, with book 1: The Rhapta Key, and travel to exotic locations around the globe from your favorite armchair!
Solve ancient mysteries and discover long forgotten relics while you expose clandestine conspiracies along the way!
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When fear stands between you and your enemy, what do you do?
Raised by two archaeologist parents, Alex Hunt was quite familiar with the dangers that come with adventure. But when death tragically claims her mother’s life, she vows to never partake in another one.
Until years later, her father mysteriously disappears.
Ill-equipped to face her fears, and as life’s irony often has it, the duty falls upon Alex to solve the mystery and find her missing father.
Tasked to go with her, the inexperienced Sam Quinn joins her on an action-packed adventure through the treacherous African Savannah, where an abundance of danger, fear, and heartache confront them head on. As they come face to face with sabotage, crime, and betrayal that will test their inner strength and will to survive, the pair takes on an enemy they never saw coming.
If you enjoy reading wholesome romantic adventure fiction full of mystery, twists and turns to keep you guessing until the very end then you will love this inspirational, fast-paced adventure thriller series!
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Chapter One Look Inside
Chapter One Look Inside
COPYRIGHT © URCELIA TEIXEIRA - EXCERPT FROM THE RHAPTA KEY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Based on the true legend of Rhapta
About 2000 years ago, Rhapta was speculated to be the first real metropolis of Africa. The famed lost city was substantially known for its abundant produce of tortoiseshell and metal weapons among traders.
Rhapta soon became one of the wealthiest cities in the world and was mentioned in the Greco-Egyptian writer, Claudius Ptolemy's book Geography.
The fact that he captured his findings in his writings proves that they knew of the city's existence as far back as AD 50.
But approximately 1600 years ago, at the peak of its existence, the entire city suspiciously disappeared.
The city vanished without any trace and with it took bounds of artifacts and architectural insights.
For years, archaeologists, scholars, and divers have been baffled by its disappearance.
The exact location is not known. However, it is believed to have been somewhere off the coast of Tanzania, near Mafia Island.
A recent accidental discovery by a diver in 2016 has the world excited with the prospect that he found Rhapta.
At present, they are in search of artifacts or any proof that the suspected ruins are conclusively ruled to have been the lost city of Rhapta.
"Dad! I can't hear you! The line isn't very clear. Dad? What's going on? Hello? Dad, are you there?"
The crackling noise on the other end of the phone stopped for a brief second. Alex listened as the single gunshot resounded over the phone line.
"Daddy? Dad! Please say something. Dad? Hello?"
Her legs went numb beneath her body. With her phone still in hand, she fell to the floor, unable to breathe.
She shut her eyes and mumbled a prayer out loud.
Her mind was a wicked flurry of questions. She had no idea what just happened. Convinced it was all in her head, she raised the phone to her ear again.
"Daddy?" she called, sounding like a five-year-old, her voice trembling.
"Hello? Alex? Is that you?"
The voice startled her and ejected her off the floor. "Hello? Who's this?" She pressed the phone firmer to her ear.
"Alex, it's Eric. What did your father say to you?"
"What? Nothing, what do you mean? Where is he? I need to speak to him!"
"They took him, Alex! You need to find help! They shot me, and—"
"What? Who took him? Eric! WHO TOOK HIM? Hello? Are you there? Eric! Dad! Is anyone there?"
But Eric was silent and the all too familiar crackling sound at the other end of the phone echoed in her ears once again, blocking out any chance of hearing anyone speak. The sudden click and deafening silence confirmed the line had gone dead.
Her heart pulsed in her ears. The sequence of events that had just taken place was too hard to digest. With the phone still gripped in her hand she slumped to the floor, her legs folding numbly beneath her body. Paralyzed with fear, not knowing what had just happened, tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto her phone's screen. Her shaking fingers scrolled through the menu on her phone as she searched for the last incoming number. Defeated she stared at the words: number unlisted. It was as if someone had punched her in the stomach. She banged the phone against her head forcing her brain to straighten itself out and in a moment of clarity realized whom she should call for help.
Her fingers fumbled with the phone as she dialed the only person she could think of. Several times the phone threatened to slip through her trembling hands which were now shaking uncontrollably. Just calm down, Alex. Keep it together, she thought.
"Archaeology faculty, how may I direct your call?"
"Hello? Professor Keating, please? It's an emergency."
"Who may I ask is calling?"
"Alexandra… Alex, Professor Hunt's daughter. Please, I need to speak to Professor Keating now! Please hurry. It's a matter of life and death."
Pacing the small room, Alex swallowed hard in an attempt to wet her parched throat. She waited anxiously as the call transferred.
"Alex? What's wrong?"
"Professor! I didn't know whom else to call. I don't know what to do. I… they, they took him, and Eric got shot and…"
"Whoa! Stop for a second. Calm down, Alex. Take a breath. You're not making any sense. Who was taken, and who shot who?"
"My father, they took my father, and I can't make out if they shot him or, maybe they shot Eric, but I heard a gunshot and…"
"Okay slow down, Alex. Where are you?"
"I'm at home. Dad called but I couldn't hear him clearly, and then Eric spoke saying they took him and then they shot him. You have to find him, Professor!"
"Bugger. I knew your dad was up to something. Okay, make a cup of strong tea and sit tight. Let me make a couple of calls and see what I can find out, but for now, try to keep it together. I'll get to the bottom of this as soon as I can."
"But, Professor, I…" The line went dead in her ear.
"Hello. Professor," she repeated, but he had already put the phone down.
Irate, she threw the phone against the door. The back shot off and the battery slid underneath the couch. She swore under her breath at her stupidity and knelt down next to the couch to retrieve it. Her fingers fumbled with the battery and cell phone cover as she popped it back together.
"What have you gotten yourself into, Dad, and where are you?" she said out loud clicking the cover in place.
Chewing her thumbnail she walked back and forth between the kitchen and the sitting room. Her clothes felt too tight all of a sudden, and she found it hard to breathe. Her thumb left her mouth and fiddled with her now constricting medical bracelet on her wrist.
The thought of losing her father was too much for her to bear. Memories of her mother's death whirled through her mind. She frantically searched her desk for her pills and swallowed two, closing her eyes as she waited for the bitter sting to disappear and the medication to take effect. The prescription bottle in her hand stared back at her. The pills had become her lifeline.
Outside, the rain gently tapped on the windowpane. She walked over and traced the soft raindrops down the cold glass.
How could this happen again? she thought. When her mum died, her entire world fell apart. It had been so long since she felt the rain on her face. If her father never returned she would have no choice but to go outside again. The thought of it left her cold. She couldn't face that. She wasn't ready.
She paced the room again and fought against her taunting thoughts. She couldn't breathe. Not even with the exercises Dr. Jones gave her when situations like this called for it. Her chest felt tight, and her body appeared to be doing its own thing.
She reached for her phone and checked if she might have missed a call or message alert. She didn't. There were no missed calls and no messages. Disheartened, she realized she'd go crazy waiting for the professor to get back to her. She hurried over to her father's large messy desk in the corner of the room. Her hands hastily thrust the piles of papers onto the floor.
She rummaged through the desk with vigor. He always left her a note or a clue when he went on a mission. It had to be there somewhere. She paused, taking a couple of deep breaths as she continued the silent conversation in her head. He left three, maybe four days ago. He couldn't have gone far.
With trembling fingers, she sifted through the loose papers on his desk but her search returned no note or anything else of significance. Nothing––aside from a few student term papers, a couple of unopened letters, and a map.
Annoyed, she paced the room back and forth between the door and the desk trying to convince herself that he was fine. She recalled their last conversation.
He had made a flippant comment about setting off to find the truth that would set them both free from the past.
But there was no truth to be found. The reasons would never be clear, at least not to her.
Feelings of him being in serious trouble gnawed at her insides. Something was wrong. She was certain of it.
A loud knock jolted her back to reality. She scrammed toward the front door almost tripping on the loose rug on the floor. She barely had the chain off and a drenched Professor Keating pushed past her into the house.
"Professor Keating, did you find him?" But instinctively she already knew the answer to her overzealous question. Why else would he be there in person?
"No, Alex, I'm afraid I haven't, at least not yet. I did make some phone calls. My connections said he boarded a flight to Africa."
"Africa? What would he be doing halfway across the world? Are you sure?"
"I'm certain. We also found an email in your father's office from the University of Dar es Salaam requesting his help on a matter. They think they might have found the lost city of Rhapta."
"Tanzania? That's absurd, 'found Rhapta' what rubbish. Everyone is fully aware Rhapta is merely a myth. A fabled maritime city that disappeared off the face of the earth nearly 1600 years ago! It's nothing but a story some wannabe writer concocted to gain fame. This stupid city doesn't exist! Everything is a ridiculous myth, nothing more. No one has ever found any factual evidence of—"
"Apparently, this time someone did find something. They claim to have found pieces of ancient pottery and gold coins and some human fossils dating back two thousand years. The tests came back positive confirming the fossils are most likely from Rhapta. I think your father must have found something really significant and was kidnapped."
He paused briefly, taking a deep breath before he continued.
"Alex, considering your mother lost her life chasing after precisely the same lost city, I realize this must be rather hard on you, but what if this is all true? What if all the facts and fables are true and Rhapta lies somewhere hidden or buried under the sea? Do you honestly think your parents would have spent their entire lives chasing after a phantom if they didn't believe any truth might lie within the legendary tale? Your father must have found something new that put him in this dangerous position. He's always had a nose for these things and he may finally be close to completing what your mother dreamed of doing all her life. She died trying, Alex."
"So he jumps on the first plane chasing this stupid fairytale only to land up dead like my mother. And what about me? What am I supposed to do if both my parents end up dead?"
Alex felt her sweater tighten around her neck again as she struggled to breathe. She pulled at the neckband, but it proved futile and provided little relief.
"Alex, perhaps you need to sit down for a moment."
In an instance of insanity, she tried ripping the sweater's neckband open. It was suffocating her and she fought to keep her emotions at bay.
"Alex, please. Sit down and try to stay calm. You will have to be strong now. We only have one way of finding your father."
She knew exactly what he was thinking and didn't like it one bit. Still tugging at her neck, she preempted his next sentence.
"You have to go to Tanzania and find him, Alex. You going is the only way."
She felt her body surge out of control. She was cold. No hot. Her heart beat fast and her lunch threatened to push up into her throat. The room spiraled out of control. Her stomach churned uncomfortably and a short moment later the room went black around her.