My name is Maya Reeves. I’m twenty-two years old, the youngest person to ever survive Navy SEAL selection, and the only one to earn a fifth-degree black belt in Kyokushin Karate before turning twenty-one. But to the oversized meatheads at Marine Combat Training Unit 7 in Quantico, I’m just a tiny, pencil-pushing Pentagon logistics specialist hiding in a cheap...
I’m Lieutenant Rhys Callaway. At twenty-two, I’m the first female officer to ever breach the Naval Special Warfare Advanced Integration Program. Six weeks. The best SEAL candidates in the country. And right now, three of them are cornering me in a pitch-black barracks hallway on the Coronado base.
“Die now, bitch.”
The whisper belongs to Karna. He’s flanking my left, muscles...
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"Sign the damn papers, Clare," my husband, Carter Sterling, hissed, his knuckles turning white against the mahogany conference table high above Manhattan. Beside him, his mother, Rose, sneered, her massive diamonds catching the sterile office light. Their ruthless family attorney, Penelope Andrews, pushed the heavy stack of documents closer to me, her smile as sharp as a razor...
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"Sign it, Clare. Stop wasting everyone's time," my husband, Carter Sterling, snapped, throwing a heavy Montblanc pen onto the sleek mahogany conference table.
We were on the 42nd floor of a Manhattan skyscraper, and what I thought would be an amicable end to our three-year marriage had turned into a predatory ambush. Across from me sat Carter, his ice-cold...
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"Sign it, Clare. Stop wasting everyone's time," my husband, Carter Sterling, muttered, flashing his custom Rolex as he stared anywhere but at me. We were sitting in a freezing, mahogany-paneled conference room high above downtown Manhattan. I’m Clare Barrett—or at least, I was until the two monsters across the table decided to strip away my marriage, my home,...
My name is Reese Callaway. At twenty-two, I’m a Naval Special Warfare Commander, and I usually spend my evenings rehydrating after hellish, classified overseas operations. But tonight, I was just trying to finish a glass of bourbon at Rusty’s, a dimly lit dive bar just a few miles off base in Virginia.
"Come on, sweetheart. Don't play hard to get...
"Get behind me, Captain, these aren't our rescue choppers!" I screamed, firing my last rounds at the heavily armored operatives breaching our wrecked transport. I had just uncovered the ultimate military betrayal on this glowing tablet, and now the real mastermind sent his elite squad to erase us. Will we survive this trap?
"Get down!" I roared, lunging forward and...
"Get out of my way, Lieutenant!" I screamed, slamming my rifle butt into his jaw. They called me a 'desk analyst' while we were being shredded in a kill zone. But when the bullets started flying, I was the only one who knew how to turn this suicide mission into a tactical masterpiece.
The hum of the Humvee was drowned...
“Go home, Princess! You’re just hiding behind invisible wounds,” my Colonel roared, shoving me back. Furious, I ripped open my uniform, exposing the horrific map of shrapnel scars across my chest—but the shocking secret he confessed next left the entire room dead silent.
Go home, Princess! We don't tolerate malingerers in this command," Colonel Garrison roared. The words cut deeper...
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The cold, unyielding steel bit viciously into my wrists, sending a sharp jolt of pain up my arms that instantly triggered a familiar, terrifying tightness in my chest. "Officer, please, I have a severe heart condition, and this is my car!" I gasped, the midday Georgia heat pressing down on me like a physical weight. My name is...
