About The Ancestor’s Cipher
She survived the hurricane. She rebuilt her home. But some storms never pass.
June Sawyer is a survivor. After a devastating storm, she used her father’s mysterious inheritance to build a beacon of hope for her Louisiana community. But when a shadowy global entity lays claim to her family’s land, June is dragged into a two-hundred-year-old war.
Her only weapon is a cryptic cipher left by a disgraced ancestor—a puzzle of hidden maps, astronomical artifacts, and a secret so explosive, people have been killing to protect it for generations.
Hunted by a brilliant and ruthless operative, June must rely on a wounded federal agent and a handful of bayou locals to race through the atmospheric heart of Louisiana. But the man hunting her is just a pawn. The true enemy is an ancient conspiracy that doesn’t just report history—they write it.
They are the secret cartographers of the world, and they’ve just marked the Sawyer family for erasure.
Perfect for fans of Dan Brown, James Rollins, and Steve Berry, The Ancestor’s Cipher is a relentless conspiracy thriller packed with clever puzzles, non-stop action, and a smart, capable heroine who outthinks her enemies at every turn.
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Author Bio:
T.R. SLOANE tells stories that rise from the Louisiana mud—gritty, atmospheric thrillers where the line between family and conspiracy blurs like the Gulf horizon before a storm.
Fascinated by the places where beauty and danger meet, Sloane’s novels explore the haunting landscapes of the coast, where every sagging shrimp boat and moss-draped oak holds a secret.
Sloane’s writing plunges readers into a world of high-stakes treasure hunts, generations-old family sins, and the primal power of nature itself.
By blending the propulsive pace of a thriller with the soul of Southern Gothic literature, Sloane crafts novels that are impossible to put down and even harder to forget.
For Sloane, the most terrifying monsters aren’t the ones in the swamp, but the ones hiding in our own bloodlines.