LAST MAN STANDING by Cindy Gerard

Joe Green is convinced the ambush that killed his teammate, Bryan Tompkin, was orchestrated by unseen hands. Joe was not happy to be made part of a mission which pulled him from his duties with the CIA. The friendship he found with all of the members of the team will lead to a change in his career and joining a team that he can always count on.

Despite his best effort, Joe gets involved with Bryan's sister Stephanie. He breaks off the relationship when he receives information that may lead him to Bryan's killers.

Stephanie is an analyst for the NSA. She knows her heart really won't break but she is despondent over her break up with Joe. Until her best friend brings her a picture that shows Joe being arrested for the killing of a priest in Sierra Leone. When she contacts the Black Ops team, Stephanie learns that there is no one available. Stephanie sets out for Sierra Leone with some forged papers and no real plan as how to rescue Joe.

Stephanie will use every means she can to get Joe out of prison but one of the people she turns to has been quietly manipulating events in Sierra Leone as well as the lives of all those who stand in his way. Stephanie and Joe will have to discover the truth of what is happening while protecting her parents from the machinations of a diabolical killer.

Cindy Gerard's Black Ops books have helped make her a bestselling author. LAST MAN STANDING keeps the excitement level high. I would not suggest starting it just before going to bed. You'll find yourself staying up late reading. Gut wrenching and action packed; LAST MAN STANDING is a must read.

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SUMMARY

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

PROLOGUE

Joe Green was as good as dead. He’d known it the moment he’d started digging for answers to questions no one wanted asked.

“Quiet,” Joe snapped when Suah’s 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 man’s 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 cleric’s neck. No pulse. And no life in the eyes that stared blankly at the stained glass windows.

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 didn’t 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 Suah’s shadows in tall, wavy relief along the far wall, like ghosts already here to claim the priest’s soul.

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 – Freetown’s bastion of corrupt law enforcement – had arrived in force and put an end to any hope of a quick search of the cleric’s prostrate body.

“Hide before they spot you,” he whispered urgently when Suah stood there, petrified in fear. “Hurry! Duck under the high altar.”

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.

Slowly, he did as he was told. Slower still, he turned around … and stared into the dark, angry faces of the men who had passed the priest’s 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.