“The most clever plot twist of the year.”—Washington Post
“I nominate Kate Moore, the protagonist of Chris Pavone’s sizzling new thriller The Paris Diversion, for patron saint of working wives and mothers everywhere.”—Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review
“The Paris Diversion is the best espionage novel I’ve read this year. Smart, sophisticated and suspenseful, this is Pavone’s finest novel to date—and that’s saying something.”—Harlan Coben, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Fool Me Once
“Deliciously twisty . . . This involving work has been skillfully engineered for maximum reader enjoyment.”—The Wall Street Journal
From the New York Times bestselling author of The Expats. Kate Moore is back in a pulse-pounding thriller to discover that a massive terror attack across Paris is not what it seems—and that it involves her family
American expat Kate Moore drops her kids at the international school, makes her rounds of chores, and meets her husband Dexter at their regular café: a leisurely start to a normal day, St-Germain-des-Prés.
Across the Seine, tech CEO Hunter Forsyth stands on his balcony, wondering why his police escort just departed, and frustrated that his cell service has cut out; Hunter has important calls to make, not all of them technically legal.
And on the nearby rue de Rivoli, Mahmoud Khalid climbs out of an electrician’s van and elbows his way into the crowded courtyard of the world’s largest museum. He sets down his metal briefcase, and removes his windbreaker.
That’s when people start to scream.
Everyone has big plans for the day. Dexter is going to make a small fortune, finally digging himself out of a deep financial hole, via an extremely risky investment. Hunter is going to make a huge fortune, with a major corporate acquisition that will send his company’s stock soaring. Kate has less ambitious plans: preparations for tonight’s dinner party—one of those homemaker obligations she still hasn’t embraced, even after a half-decade of this life—and an uneventful workday at the Paris Substation, the clandestine cadre of operatives that she’s been running, not entirely successfully, increasingly convinced that every day could be the last of her career. But every day is also a fresh chance to prove her own relevance, never more so than during today’s momentous events.
And Mahmoud? He is planning to die today. And he won’t be the only one.
APPLE BOOKS REVIEW
Chris Pavone’s Expats sequel is a slick and panoramic thriller. Pavone brings back his fiery heroine, Kate Moore, an off-the-books CIA agent who’s living in Paris when a man enters the Louvre wearing an explosive vest. The terrorist’s actual purpose—and his connection to the disappearance of a CEO across town—is intriguingly complicated. The Paris Diversion is a satisfying and unpredictable adventure that remains sure-footed amid the brisk pacing and all the John le Carré–like twists and turns.
Customer ReviewsSee All
The Paris Reunion
I’ve read the books greedily. Pavone is so good at getting inside his characters heads when they are under duress, so are you. Love the Paris setting, and the story takes the best advantage of the surroundings. The story, though a follow-on, it can stand on it’s own with the author’s ability to weave past and present.
Very hard to read any more of his books. He needs to settle on one and complete it instead of constantly referring to other books. Last one for me
The Paris Diversion
This book is absolutely terrible and a total waste of time. The plot is ridiculous, if there even is one, and impossible to understand. The chapters jump around so much it is impossible to follow what is going on and when it is the past and when the present. There are so many characters just thrown in with little initial description that it is hard to keep track of who goes with who. The story endlessly bounces back and forth from the present to the past, from country to country, and from character to character to the point where you never know where you are or why. I can't believe I was stupid enough to even finish it because the ending was totally without substance, excitement or meaning!