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  Part 2 “For conspicuous gallantry while recovering a wounded Marine from an uncleared area…” Price swallowed. I knew the words. I had heard them when the medal was first presented, and I had reread them on nights when sleep wouldn’t come. They never sounded like what I remembered. In 2015, Caleb had been moving with our team when an explosion threw him...

PART 2 The heavy oak doors hit the interior walls with a reverberating crack that echoes over the soft jazz music. The lively chatter of five hundred wealthy guests instantly dies down. Heads turn in unison. Champagne flutes freeze halfway to people's lips. I stand perfectly still at the entrance of the ballroom, my Army Green Service Uniform completely pristine,...

  Part 2 Lauren forced a laugh. “There must be some misunderstanding.” Leonard did not answer her. He faced the guests. Four years earlier, a civilian aviation team and four Army pilots had been trapped in Afghanistan’s Kunar Valley after a coordinated attack disabled their communications. Two extraction attempts failed. I had commanded the joint recovery cell supporting the 82nd Airborne. When our remote...

I’m Captain David Vance, US Army Rangers, and if you’re reading this, you need to know that survival isn't about the gear you carry—it’s about how much pain you can stomach before you break. Right now, I am hanging by four fingers over a two-thousand-foot vertical drop in the freezing Cascade Range, watching my own blood freeze as it...

I'm Marcus Vance, Team Leader for a Joint Special Operations Task Force, and I've spent twenty years watching men die. But nothing prepared me for the nightmare inside Sector 4. The compound wall was collapsing, two of my assault team were unresponsive, and fifty insurgent fighters were advancing behind a barrage of heavy mortar fire. We needed a miracle,...

Part 1 My name is Marina Ellsworth, and on Christmas Eve, with the temperature dropping to twelve degrees in Manhattan, my husband tossed my suitcase into the snow and slammed the penthouse door in my face. "You’re officially yesterday’s trash, Marina," Brandon sneered, his arm wrapped tightly around Sabrina Cole—my former junior associate, now draped in my pearl necklace. "Don't bother...

Part 1 My name is Claire Vance, and thirty seconds ago, I discovered that the man sleeping beside me in our suburban Chicago home wasn't my husband. It started with a muted vibration beneath the mattress at 2:14 a.m. Mark was dead asleep, his arm draped heavily over my waist. Slipping out from under his grip, I reached down and felt...

Part 1 My name is Clare Whitmore, and thirty seconds ago, I believed my greatest tragedy was a broken marriage. Now, thirty-four weeks pregnant, I am fighting for my life on the cold floor of my Oakmir Hills penthouse, staring into the manic eyes of the woman who destroyed everything. Her name is Isla. The six-inch paring knife in her trembling,...

Part 1 My name is Clare Whitmore, and at thirty-two weeks pregnant, I never imagined fighting for two heartbeats in the dead of night. A shadow moved across the baby nursery. Before I could scream, cold metal sliced into my shoulder. The blinding pain knocked the breath clean out of my lungs, sending me crashing against the white crib. "You think having...

My name is Evelyn Vance. The Pentagon signed my transfer papers two years ago, stripping me of my Top Gun status and sticking me in the cockpit of a bloated, lumbering C-130 Hercules transport plane. To the world, I’m just a transport pilot. To the three stealth jets closing in on my tail right now, I’m supposed to be...