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...
I’m Captain Wyatt Cross, commander of the Warden Strike Force, and the Alcadar corridor had just become a meat grinder. Fifty-caliber rounds punched through our armored Humvee like wet tissue paper, filling the air with jagged shrapnel and screaming metal. "Cap, we got a crawler at two o'clock!" my sergeant yelled over the deafening roar of incoming fire. Through...
PART 2
The forty-three soldiers did not cheer.
They stood at attention.
Some wore dress uniforms. Others wore suits, prosthetic devices, or the unmistakable posture of people whose bodies still remembered the same terrible night.
My mother gripped the back of a chair.
Dad recovered first.
“This is my son’s wedding,” he said. “Whatever Claire arranged can wait.”
“I arranged it,” Natalie said.
She left Jason’s side...
Part 1
My name is Sarah Mitchell. At forty-two, after years of heartbreaking infertility, I thought I finally had it all: a miracle pregnancy and a devoted husband, tech billionaire David Mitchell. I had willingly surrendered my high-powered marketing career to build his empire from the shadows. But right now, none of that matters. Right now, I am trapped forty...
Part 1
My name is Sarah Mitchell. I used to be a high-flying marketing director in New York before I gave it all up to build my husband David's tech empire. Now, I am forty-two, seven months pregnant with our miracle baby, and trapped inside a steel cage twelve meters below the surface of the Maldives ocean.
The water around me...
Part 1
My lungs burned, and the cold hand of panic squeezed my throat. At forty-two, after a decade of sacrificing my career as a top Silicon Valley marketing executive to be the perfect trophy wife for my tech-billionaire husband, David, I was finally pregnant. Twenty-four weeks along. A miracle baby. But right now, forty feet beneath the crystal-clear waters...
"Get down! Sniper!"
The scream was cut short by a wet, sickening thud. I lunged across the frozen mud, slamming my shoulder into Private Miller’s combat vest and dragging him behind the rusted hull of a stranded Humvee. Blood and bone misted the freezing Montana air. I’m Captain Jack Vance, and for fifteen years, I’ve led elite reconnaissance units for...
