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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...

Part 1 My name is Harper Quinn, and thirty seconds ago, I thought I was sitting down for a simple family photoshoot. Now, two sets of polished acrylic nails are digging into my shoulders, pinning me down into an Italian velvet salon chair while an electric razor buzzes against my ear like an angry hornet. "Hold still, Harper," purred Marissa Caldwell,...

Part 1 My name is Harper Quinn. Just eight months ago, I was an ER trauma nurse in Los Angeles, fighting to save lives under flickering fluorescent lights. Tonight, seven months pregnant, I was fighting for my own dignity in a gilded Beverly Hills mansion, pinned to a velvet chair while an electric buzzer vibrated against my skull. "Keep her still,...

Part 2 Officer Higgins stood over the principal’s computer, his arrogant smirk cemented on his face as he waited for the precinct’s database to pull up my mother’s file. He leaned back on his heels, twirling his handcuffs around his thick index finger. "Let's see what we have here," Higgins muttered mockingly. "Probably a string of unpaid parking tickets. Maybe some...

  Part 2 The office door opened, and my mother walked in wearing a tan field jacket, dark trousers, and combat boots. Major Adrienne Reed did not look angry. That was how I knew someone was in serious trouble. Captain Lena Morales and Sergeant First Class Jonah Price entered behind her. Neither touched a weapon. They did not need to. Mom looked...