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Nine Minutes Eleven Seconds by L.V. Pederson

Pre-order available October 15

Pre-order available October 15

Nine Minutes Eleven Seconds

A Thriller | Release January 2025

This will be the best thing that ever happened to you.” 

When Madison starts her first real job as an executive assistant at a Silicon Valley tech giant, she has hopes to start afresh and put her troubled life in Boston behind her. But it is not to be.

 

A young employee out for an evening jog turns up dead.  


 

Her charismatic VP boss fills her with unease. And when Madison uncovers his deadly secret, her ordinary life is thrust into a high-stakes conspiracy the FBI is desperate to crack. 


 

An unprecedented crime from the past is about to be repeated on an unimaginable scale. 


 

A shocking revelation could get her killed.


 

Tick-tick-tick...
 

Book Blurb

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"This is an effective thriller in the mold of best-sellers like Thomas Harris’s Black Sunday. Pederson understands the genre, and paces the action well to reach a complete and satisfying ending.  Hand on heart, I enjoyed reading it, and I think many other thriller fans would enjoy it just as much as me. "

Nicholas Blincoe

Award-winning novelist, playwright, and screenwriter.

Reviews

Pederson has written a story that seems deceptively simple, but as you peel away the layers, it offers unexpected richness, complexity and suspense. I've enjoyed this amazing debut thriller and I look forward to his next novel.

Dianne  G

Reader

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Suspense, mystery and action collide in nail-biting tales of conspiracy and intrigue. At the end, there is also love and a powerful message 'Life begins when fear ends' -- that made my day!

Isabella

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This will be the best thing that ever happened to you.” 

When Madison starts her first real job as an executive assistant at a Silicon Valley AI Giant, she has hopes to start afresh and put her troubled life in Boston behind her. But it is not to be. She is overtaken by anxiety when she learns the employee she’s replacing was killed in a hit-and-run, and her charismatic VP boss fills her with unease. Madison begins to suspect there is more to him than meets the eye.

Suddenly Madison’s ordinary and seemingly meaningless life is thrust into profound significance when her attempt to unmask the truth reveals secrets that are much bigger than her. Secrets that put her in imminent danger when she realizes she holds the key to unraveling a deadly scheme the FBI has been trying to crack. 

Nothing is what it seems.

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She never knew what hit her. Or if she did, she only knew it for a second, two at the most.

Prologue

Byxbee Park, Palo Alto
Saturday 8:55pm

She never knew what hit her. Or if she did, she only knew it for a second, two at the most. In any event, not long enough for her to break stride, never mind jump out of the way or do anything to save herself, beyond looking over her shoulder and widen her eyes in terror.

Before that, though, she almost certainly noticed the sudden harsh glare of headlights swerving off the road and sweeping across her from behind, the LED high-beams closing fast.

The grill of the EV SUV struck her dead center with such force she was catapulted into the air like a 49er’s field goal attempt, sailing through the uprights for three points before crashing back to Earth fifty feet down the trail, piling face-first into the hard-packed gravel.

She lay motionless, in excruciating pain, unable to move, a pile of broken bones and internal bleeding, her earbuds spinning to a stop a few feet from her smashed-in head.

No sirens, screeching brakes, or car doors slamming in alarm. Nothing but the gentle sway of the tall Cypress trees lining the deserted jogging path, serenading her plight in the evening breeze, along with Taylor Swift’s faint crooning from her earbuds.


Then, footsteps! Crunching on fine gravel, getting closer. Help was coming!


“Please…” she gurgled weakly, blood oozing through shattered teeth. “Help…me.”


The Good Samaritan crouched next to her.


She tried to make eye contact with her savior, but couldn’t move her head.


“Allow me.” It was a man’s voice, deep and reassuring, with an accent she couldn’t quite place.


“Thank…you,” she coughed, spraying a fine mist of fresh blood.


Her savior placed his hands on either side of her head, gently but firmly gripping her skull.

As he did so, she noticed he was wearing surgical gloves. 


That was the last thing she saw as he gave her head a sharp, quick twist.

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