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 RITA Romantic Suspense Finalist
Black Ops #7 Read Kindle PreviewA deadly mission. Special operative Joe Green has gone vigilante. His mission, avenge his Black Ops.,Inc. brother's death during a bloody ambush years ago in Sierra Leone. He refuses to drag the BOI team or his lover, Stephanie Tompkins, into the hunt for the man responsible, so when he finds himself beaten, starving, and alone after being falsely imprisoned for the murder of a Freetown priest, he knows he's as good as dead. Joe meant to protect Stephanie when he walked out on their relationship, but he can't stop her now from executing his escape. Breaking him out of prison is the easy part. After Joe's explosive theory pans out and his cunning enemy emerges as the front runner for a high level presidential appointment, he and Stephanie must race to derail the traitor's conspiracy if they are to save their loved ones, the nation and each other. Excerpt PROLOGUEFreetown, Sierra Leone Joe Green was as good as dead. Heβd known it the moment heβd started digging for answers to questions no one wanted asked. What he hadnβt known was the havoc his hunt would create. What he hadnβt wanted was for the priest to die. βNo, man. Oh no, man. Youββ βQuiet,β Joe snapped when Suahβs whisper echoed through the cavernous nave of the Sacred Heart Cathedral. The teen-aged boy at his side was frozen in shock. On the cold stone floor, blood pooled beneath the holy manβs head, crept around the base of the chancel rail, then spilled down the step to the altar. Joe dropped to a knee and pressed his fingers to the clericβs neck. No pulse. And no life in the eyes that stared blankly at the stained glass windows. βIs heβ?β Joe swallowed heavily. βYeah. Heβs dead.β Regret, self-disgust and defeat pounded through his veins, a reminder that what he had started would come to no good end. No good end? Jesus. The priest was dead. Ends didnβt come much worse than this. He glanced up, beyond gold candlesticks on the high altar, above yards of maroon velvet cascading from an alcove that hosted a life-sized statue of a benevolent Christ. Pale candlelight flickered eerily through the church, casting his and Suahβs shadows in tall, wavy relief along the far wall, like ghosts already here to claim the priestβs soul. He lowered his head into his hand. God help him β¦ what had he done? The thick wooden doors at the front of the cathedral swung open with a heavy, echoing thud. He whipped his head around to see several uniformed officers storm into the nave. The police β Freetownβs bastion of corrupt law enforcement β had arrived in force and put an end to any hope of a quick search of the clericβs prostrate body. βHide before they spot you,β he whispered urgently when Suah stood there, petrified in fear. βHurry! Duck under the high altar.β He shot to his feet and gave the boy a shove as the contingent of gunmen raced down the center aisle between the rows of worn wooden pews. Satisfied that the kid was well hidden beneath the draping cloth, he made certain the men got a glimpse of him then sprinted for the sacristy, leading them away from Suah. He got as far as the Epistle door and swung it open. The rattle of rifles being shouldered and the 'snick-click' of a dozen safeties switching to off position greeted him. The beams of as many flashlights blinded him. He was surrounded. βHands in the air,β a voice shouted from behind him. Slowly, he did as he was told. Slower still, he turned around β¦ and stared into the dark, angry faces of the men who had passed the priestβs body to get to him. Without warning, the butt end of an assault rifle swung around hard and slammed into his temple. He fell to all fours, fighting both a screaming pain and the hard pull of unconsciousness. Yeah, he thought again, just before the darkness sucked him under. He was as good as dead. Start Reading LAST MAN STANDING Now Black Ops Inc
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