PART 2
“What did they submit?” I asked. Eleanor handed me a glossy family profile prepared for the Whitmore Foundation. It described me as an active partner in a veterans-housing initiative and implied that I had agreed to help connect the project with federal and military leaders. A scanned signature appeared beneath my name.
I had never seen the document. Harold...
They call it ‘The Drop’. Most soldiers dream of being chosen for Heron Watch, the elite, ghost-operative program. My name is Alex Stone, and my dream became a nightmare when my commander, Lieutenant Colonel Vance Reid, made me the latest test subject in his twisted game.
We were seven clicks inside the hottest extraction zone on the Mexican border, a...
Part 1
The glowing tip of the cigarette was inches from my bare, six-month pregnant belly, and my own husband was the one holding my arms back.
"Hold her still, Hunter! Let's teach this stuck-up bitch a lesson!" my father-in-law, Arthur, roared, his breath reeking of bourbon and malice.
"I've got her, Dad! Do it!" Hunter yelled back, his grip tightening around...
part 1
The Thanksgiving turkey was still steaming in the center of the table when my life shattered. I’m Lauren, a sales VP at a Chicago tech firm, and until tonight, I thought my hard work was building a future. I paid for this million-dollar River North condo, the Mercedes in the garage, and every single bill for my husband,...
"You’re a ghost in our system, Vance, and not the useful kind," Rear Admiral Donald Vance barked, slamming his palm onto the map table. The dust of Marwa, a decaying desert outpost, rattled against the windows. I stood at attention, my uniform sweat-stained, my rifle heavy on my shoulder. I am Master Sergeant Morgan Vance. Once the top long-range...
Part 1
The smell of roasting turkey was entirely choked out by the acrid stench of my father-in-law's cigarette smoke. I was six months pregnant, exhausted from preparing a massive Thanksgiving feast completely on my own in the million-dollar Chicago condo I had bought with my own money. As the VP of Sales at a major tech firm, I brought...
My name is Staff Sergeant Cole Vance. I’m a K9 scout sniper, and right now, my world is melting into shrapnel and blood at Firebase Viper. The command radio clipped to my tactical vest was screaming with the panicked, distorted voice of Captain Briggs. "Vance! Evacuate now! The perimeter is breached! That’s a direct order!"
I didn't answer. Through my...
"Shut that damn dog up, Clara, or security will throw you both out on the street!" The voice belonged to Marcus Vance, the lead investor of the Harrove Grand restoration, and his hand was already tight on my shoulder, spinning me around. His fingers dug into my collarbone, a sharp, physical reminder of exactly where I stood in this...
My name is Valerie Cross. Twelve years ago, I was an elite sniper—codename 'Ghost Raven'—with the US Army's 7th Shadow Battalion. Today, I am just a thirty-eight-year-old paraplegic in a squeaking motorized wheelchair, trying to navigate a crowded, bustling shopping mall in Columbus, Ohio.
"Watch where you’re going, wheels!" A hard, deliberate shove struck my left shoulder.
It was Brody, a...
My name is Morgan Vance. For a decade, I was the head sniper instructor for Delta Force, shaping raw recruits into lethal ghosts. Now, one of those ghosts was trying to put a bullet through my skull.
A high-velocity .308 round shattered the pine trunk an inch above my head, showering my face with icy bark. I pressed my back...
