Books by Marc Iverson

FIRE STORM by Marc Iverson
FICTION & LITERATURE
Released: Aug. 26, 1992

A handful of American drug-enforcement agents and their Green Beret defenders slug it out with hundreds of Cuban regulars and Shining Path guerrillas in the cocaine country of the Peruvian highlands. Naval veteran Iverson (Persian Horse, 1991) can't resist bringing in a battleship to help out. It's the near, post-Soviet future and Congress's long knives are out, flensing America's military with a vengeance. National Security Advisor Ruth Campbell, a Jeane Kirkpatrick type (but, you know, attractive), is about the only high-level official fighting to keep the might in the Pentagon—but since the only current military action is the small, shadowy war against the South American drug industry, she's up against the wall. That little war, however, is about to erupt. Fidel Castro, having lost his Soviet bankers, has cut his country into the drug deal and stands to lose cash flow if Peruvian-American efforts root out the coca farmers and dealers, so he commits his well-trained army to an alliance with the Maoist maniacs of the Shining Path. In conjunction with an attempted coup, the Communists launch an all-out surprise attack on an army base camp and on a satellite base manned by DEA agents. The good guys are quickly reduced to a naval patrol boat skippered by a Samoan chief, a few embarrassed drug agents, and some very angry Special Forces. The Andean guerrillas and Maria, their fanatical female leader, smell a bloody victory; the Cubans and their colonel aren't so sure. The Americans usually have a few technogadgets up their sleeves. And, indeed, the about-to-be-mothballed battleship Missouri, on its final South Pacific cruise, just happens to be carrying some very smart weapons. Techno-thrills take a backseat to rousing, low-tech heroics and unusual battle scenes. Big bangs for the buck. Read full book review >
PERSIAN HORSE by Marc Iverson
Released: May 1, 1991

First-novelist Iverson—an eight-year veteran of sea duty (including deployment to the Persian Gulf in 1987 during the Iran-Iraq war)—writes of Iranian commandos who board and seize an American frigate—and who turn it into a sort of floating truck-bomb. The Americans resist, of course. Okay, so the Iraqi Army was a bit of a fraud. That doesn't mean the Revolutionary Islamic Republic of Iran couldn't field a small force of highly disciplined, fanatical soldiers, spy out the blueprints of a US warship, draw up a complex assault plan, ship the commandos out into the Persian Gulf in a flotilla of rubber boats in the middles of the mother of all sandstorms, sneak the boats up to the midships blind spot of the frigate, swoop onto the bridge and into the Combat Information Center, take over the ship, imprison the entire crew and four visiting journalists, pack the ship's armaments with plastique and aim the ship at the Navy's floating command center in Bahrain where, God willing, both ships will blow to smithereens. It is an awfully tricky plan, but it seems to be working—except that the Iranians have not accounted for American spunk. The small group of men who escaped being welded into their berthing spaces dart about the ship picking off Iranians one by one, and Iranian nerves start to fray. The admiral's staff in Bahrain—for once not a pack of imbeciles—figures out why the on-coming ship has gone silent and why it is headed straight at them at flank speed. Help is on the way... Sufficiently bloody, scary, and exciting to make up for the lovely female journalist who happened to drop in at just the wrong time. Read full book review >