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 The sirens fade. The questions don’t. In Chapter 13 , Olivia sits beneath flickering fluorescent lights while a detective circles the same insinuation—again and again. Grief hardens into anger. Help arrives from an unexpected place. And when she steps out into the cold, one truth remains: there’s no going back to the life she had. Only forward—into danger. 👇 Read Chapter 13 THIRTEEN Traverse City, Michigan             Liv sat in the back of the squad car, its red and blue lights painting surreal, flickering patterns on the snow-laden ground. She was encased in a disbelieving silence, her gaze fixed on the battalion of crime scene investigators scurrying in and out of her family home. The scene took on a dreamlike quality, unreal, incomprehensible. Later, an ambulance would pull up, its personnel performing the grim task of transporting Blake Streeter's body to the county medical examiner's office. Liv's eyes would fol...

 The lights are on. The room is wrecked. And the world ends with a single hole in the center of a father’s forehead. Chapter 12 is the moment Pulse turns from tension to trauma. Olivia’s scream, the fleeing shadow, the shot fired into winter-dark woods—it’s visceral, immediate, unforgettable. This is the chapter that grips readers by the throat and doesn’t let go. 👇 Read Chapter 12 TWELVE Streeter Residence, Traverse City, Michigan             Liv maneuvered the BMW back into the garage, an eerie feeling of déjà vu engulfing her as the garage door closed behind her. Her headlights dimmed, casting the space into a gloom momentarily banished by the overhead fluorescent lights. The snow had picked up its pace since she left the pharmacy, the weather advisories on her phone warning of increasingly dangerous conditions on the road. "Dad?" Liv called out, her voice slicing through the silence as she entered the kitchen. Th...

 Snow falls thicker. The phone buzzes with weather alerts. The house ahead looks warm from the road. Chapter 11 is made of small details that add up to dread—a simple errand that feels like the last page of an old life. Bianka isn’t answering. Her dad is tired. The storm grows teeth. And Olivia steps into the kind of quiet that precedes a scream. 👇 Read Chapter 11 ELEVEN Streeter Residence, Traverse City, Michigan             The BMW's headlights pierced the night like twin lances, dispelling the darkness as they went. Liv guided the car into the driveway, her fingers lightly resting on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. A soft classical tune flowed gently from the car's speakers. Her eyes caught her father's reflection in the rearview mirror; Blake still looked pale, somewhat hollowed by the medical ordeal earlier. "We forgot to stop at the pharmacy," Liv remarked, eyeing the garage door as if it were a missed check...

 It begins with a towel wrapped too tight and a joke meant to cut the tension. In Chapter 9 , Olivia finds her father bleeding—and the scene plays like a warning you don’t recognize until it’s too late. It’s intimate, human, and unsettling. Because the worst nights often start with something small. 👇 Read Chapter 9 NINE Streeter Residence, Traverse City, Michigan             The garage door groaned to a close behind Liv as she exited the BMW, her arms laden with grocery bags. A fresh layer of snow had settled on the driveway, barely concealing the tire tracks that hinted at earlier activity. The car's headlights flickered off, plunging the garage into semi-darkness. As she stepped into the kitchen from the garage, a pervasive silence welcomed her. The only sound breaking it was the distant hum of the central heating, ticking like a quiet metronome as it fought off the winter chill. "Dad? Anyone?" she called, a touch ...

 Kippler’s Grocery. Familiar aisles. A neighbor who knows too much. Chapter 7 is a deceptively quiet slice of life—one that sharpens the contrast for what’s coming. Olivia is home. But home has a way of exposing the seams—old connections, new pressures, and the uneasy feeling that normal has an expiration date. 👇 Read Chapter 7 SEVEN Kippler's Grocery Store, Traverse City, Michigan             Liv maneuvered the BMW X5 into a parking spot after her third lap around the lot. Traverse City had turned out in full force for the weekend grocery run. She pressed the ignition button, and the powerful engine fell silent. A moment later, she was navigating the busy aisles of Kippler’s Grocery Store. The mission: coffee, and it couldn't be just any coffee. It had to be the kind with the Greek Siren logo—dad's favorite. As she finally located the coffee aisle and reached for a package, she heard a familiar voice from behind her....

 Soft lighting, clinking glasses, and the illusion of normal. In Chapter 4 , Olivia meets an old friend at a downtown spot that feels safe—until their conversation reminds you that safety is a story we tell ourselves. Expectations. Pressure. A future moving faster than the present can hold. This is the calm that readers learn to fear. The chapter you look back on and think: everything was already changing. 👇 Read Chapter 4 FOUR Shuga's Restaurant, Downtown Colorado Springs             The sky was a brilliant shade of blue, a canvas against which the Rocky Mountains stood tall and imposing. Though Colorado Springs was home to Liv now, its allure was a refreshing contrast to the regimented training grounds and academic strongholds that filled her day-to-day. Shuga’s Restaurant was a downtown gem, a place that offered refuge with its cozy ambiance and eclectic menu. The blend of rustic charm and industrial chic reflected ...

 It takes a special kind of calm to fire between heartbeats. Chapter 2 drops you into the crucible of elite training—robotic targets, simulated crowds, and the relentless elevation that tests every breath Olivia takes. Speed without panic. Stillness without fear. It’s discipline forged in cold air—and a preview of the precision she’ll need when the bullets aren’t blanks. 👇 Read Chapter 2 TWO United States Olympic & Paralympic Training Center, Colorado Springs, Colorado             The Colorado altitude had a way of humbling even the most disciplined athletes, and Olivia Streeter was no exception. It wasn't just the thin air; it was the towering presence of the Rocky Mountains themselves, an omnipresent backdrop that seemed to both challenge and inspire all who came to conquer their own personal summits. Liv felt the elevation's impact most keenly during her initial cardio sessions. The rarefied ai...

Fresh paint. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A vision board filled with rings and targets. In Chapter 1 , Olivia steps into her Colorado Springs apartment—and unknowingly into a life where every minute is planned and nothing goes as planned. Training. Online classes. A dream she’s chased for years. But something else is moving beneath the surface—quiet, patient, inevitable. This chapter feels safe. It isn’t. 👇 Read Chapter 1 ONE Colorado Springs, Colorado             Olivia "Liv" Streeter stood at the threshold of her new apartment, key in hand, and took a moment to appreciate the life she had built. The space before her was an elegant fusion of functionality and modernity, decked out with sleek lines and neutral hues. She had traveled far from her small-town roots in Traverse City, Michigan—metaphorically and literally—and her surroundings marked the distance she'd covered. As she stepped over the entrance, the door closed behind her wi...

 Some destinies start with applause. Olivia Streeter’s starts with a countdown. On snow-slicked tracks in Breckenridge, a rifle at her back and the Olympics in reach, she discovers that victory carries a different kind of weight—the kind that pulls you into danger you never trained for. The Prologue of Pulse is pure velocity: cold air, steady breath, the precision of a born marksman. But beneath the triumph is a low hum of dread—the feeling that this is only the first shot in a much larger war. 👇 Read the Prologue PROLOGUE Breckenridge, Colorado - Final Qualification Rounds             Olivia "Liv" Streeter felt the weight of the .22-caliber rifle snug against her back as she pushed off the starting line. There was no room for error. The digital clock next to the scoreboard started its merciless count the instant she moved, and every millisecond would matter. Her skis sliced through the freshly groom...

 How far would you go to survive? Far enough to trust your enemy? In Pulse , Olivia Streeter is pushed to that breaking point. Caught between warring forces, hunted from every direction, she faces a choice no athlete, no spy, no human being should ever have to face: trust the person who wants her dead. It’s madness. It’s suicide. But it may be the only way to make it out alive. What do you do when the person holding the knife is also the only one who can cut you free? Olivia learns the cruelest paradox of espionage: sometimes survival depends on the one person you least want to depend on. ⚡ Experience the razor’s edge of trust in Pulse .

 A rifle trigger weighs ounces. But the decision to pull it weighs tons. For Olivia Streeter, the biathlon had taught her to fire at paper, at targets, at things that don’t bleed. But in Pulse , her crosshairs fall on real people—men who are hunting her, men who would kill without hesitation. The first time her finger curls around the trigger, she tells herself it’s survival. She tells herself it’s necessary. She tells herself it’s them or her. But the truth is darker. The truth is that each pull of the trigger takes something she can’t get back. Survival has a price. And sometimes, the price is your own soul. 🎯 Feel the burden of survival in Pulse .

 What’s more dangerous—a man with a gun in your face, or a friend with a knife behind your back? In Pulse , Olivia Streeter discovers the nightmare of betrayal. The people she trusts most—the ones who smile, who laugh, who promise to protect her—may be the ones orchestrating her destruction. Every ally is a suspect. Every partnership is poisoned. And the deeper she goes, the clearer it becomes: betrayal isn’t just a possibility in espionage. It’s a guarantee. The cruelest part? Betrayal doesn’t kill you outright. It erodes you. It makes you doubt every choice, every instinct, until you don’t know who you are anymore. And once you’re hollow enough, your enemies don’t need to pull the trigger. You’ll destroy yourself for them. 🔪 Witness betrayal at its most devastating in Pulse .

 Every spy story begins with a double life. A mask. A cover. A carefully crafted identity to hide the truth. But Olivia Streeter’s mask was never supposed to be hers. She didn’t choose this second life. It was forced on her. By day, she’s still the Olympic biathlete—smiling for cameras, giving interviews, pretending the only race that matters is the next one. But when the lights shut off, Olivia is pulled into a darker arena. A place where medals mean nothing, and mistakes mean death. The terrifying truth? She’s too good at it. Too precise. Too controlled. The very skills that made her a star on the snow make her the perfect spy in the shadows. But how long can one person live two lives before the mask becomes the face? 🎭 Read how Olivia struggles to balance the impossible in Pulse .

 There’s a primal thrill in the chase. As athletes, we know it. The rush of catching, of overtaking, of crossing the line first. But what happens when you’re not the one chasing? What happens when you’re the one being chased? Olivia Streeter has lived her life as the predator—hungry, determined, tireless. But in Pulse , she becomes prey. The world of espionage flips the game. The skills she honed to chase victory now serve one purpose only: survival. Every branch that cracks under her ski could give her away. Every breath in the cold could freeze her lungs. And every second she runs, her hunter gets closer. The question isn’t whether Olivia can escape. It’s whether she can outlast the man who has spent his entire life chasing prey far more dangerous than her. 🐾 Run with Olivia in Pulse —but be warned, the hunter is never far behind.

 We’re taught that silence is calming. That it’s the absence of danger. That quiet is safety. But in espionage, silence isn’t empty—it’s full. Full of the unseen, the unspoken, the waiting. In Pulse , Olivia Streeter discovers that silence is its own weapon. On the snowy trails of Europe, where every step echoes, silence becomes deafening. It screams louder than bullets. It tells her she’s not alone. It tells her someone is hunting her. For an athlete, silence was concentration. For a spy, silence is a countdown. Every heartbeat Olivia hears in the void is another second closer to exposure. Another second closer to death. And the most chilling part? Silence doesn’t break with a bang. It breaks with a whisper. 🔕 Discover how silence becomes the deadliest sound in Pulse .

  Snow doesn’t only reflect light—it distorts it. What looks clear and bright by day transforms into a landscape of shadows by night. The forest that once felt like home becomes unrecognizable, alive with phantoms. For Olivia Streeter, shadow is not metaphor—it’s reality. In Pulse , danger doesn’t announce itself with alarms or shouting. It comes in silence. It comes in the flicker at the edge of her vision. It comes when she’s already out of breath, already questioning whether she can take one more step. As an athlete, Liv had trained herself to trust what she sees . The target downrange. The line in the snow. The clock. But in espionage, vision can deceive. A shadow may be just a tree—or it may be the muzzle of a rifle trained on her chest. The terrifying question becomes: what do you do when you can’t trust your eyes, your instincts, or the ground beneath your feet? Olivia discovers that the only way to survive is to stop thinking of shadows as enemies—and start using them a...

  The pulse is the rhythm of life. For athletes, it’s a measure of performance. For spies, it’s a measure of survival. In Pulse , Olivia Streeter’s heartbeat becomes both her strength and her greatest threat. Racing on skis, it drives her forward. Steadying her rifle, it must be calmed. But in espionage, her pulse betrays her—fear, adrenaline, panic. In a world where every tell can be fatal, controlling your pulse isn’t just important—it’s life or death. Liv’s story isn’t just about skiing, or shooting, or even spying. It’s about mastering herself—body, mind, and heartbeat—when everything is stacked against her. Can she keep her pulse steady long enough to survive? ❤️‍🔥 Feel the heart-racing suspense in Pulse .

  Snow is beautiful, silent, deceptive. It covers the world in white, disguising everything beneath. Footprints fade, trails vanish, and dangers lie buried. For Olivia Streeter, snow has always been a challenge—a surface to conquer, a stage for her sport. But in Pulse , snow becomes her enemy’s greatest ally. Behind its silence lurks pursuit. Beneath its beauty lies betrayal. Every path could lead her astray. Every snowdrift could hide a threat. And every moment she hesitates, the snow swallows another secret. Survival in snow isn’t about strength—it’s about seeing what’s hidden before it’s too late. 🌨️ Uncover the secrets buried in the snow inside Pulse .