On the front lines, where battles are waged and fates decided, two counterterrorism operatives learn they have a lot to fight for—and even more to lose. This is the third installment in the page-turning Phantom Force Tactical series, and a finalist for the Silver Falchion Award. Each book in the series can stand alone.
Phantom Force Tactical operator Nick Colton and agent Joey Summers both lost loved ones in terrorist strikes. Now they’re working against the clock to stop the same radical extremist from detonating a dirty bomb during a Monday night football game near Washington, DC.
Nicholas “Colt” Colton thought the radical extremist he captured years ago was locked away for good. Unfortunately, a new classified mission reveals that the threat is still very real, and corruption within the U.S. government runs deep.
Task Force 2 agent Josephine “Joey” Summers has been working her own angle, trying to figure out where the terrorist leader will strike next. She’s come up with a very plausible—and terrifying—theory, but doesn’t know whom she can trust. After teaming up with a retired Navy SEAL, she discovers the plot is even bigger than she’d imagined—and the consequences much more alarming.
When the stakes are this high, promises must be kept. And when thousands of people could die, sacrifices must be made. Only by letting go of their pasts will they have any hope of stopping the chaos. But courage and commitment—plus a pledge—fuse to create an outcome that is both unpredictable and unimaginable.
Colt contemplated taking the stairs for a little exercise, but the elevator door was open, and the cab was empty. With two dozen stitches holding his abdomen together, he decided the elevator appeared more inviting than the stairwell.
As the doors started to close, Colt rested his head against the wall and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He was glad for the few minutes of solitude the elevator ride would provide to focus his mind on the task at hand.
But suddenly, a toe—and then an entire high-heeled red shoe—appeared in the crack of the closing door, causing the safety mechanism to engage, and the door to reopen.
“Sorry.” A tall blonde stepped in without bothering to look up from her phone. Wearing a just-above-the-knee, black pencil skirt with a white blouse tucked into it, she carried a cup of coffee in one hand and had an oversized purse slung over the other shoulder. A pair of dark, reflective sunglasses sat snugly on her nose, concealing her eyes.
Glancing over the top of her shades at the panel of buttons and apparently seeing it was going to the twelfth floor, she lifted her foot and pressed the >|< button, as if using her feet and legs to operate the elevator was a common occurrence for her. Even though Colt kept his gaze downcast, he couldn’t help but notice the thin ankle that turned into a shapely calf, and then the leg that disappeared beneath the hem of her skirt. He cleared his throat and lowered his head even further, so all he could see was the laces of his own shoes.
When she retreated to the other side of the elevator, he leaned his head back again—and concentrated on not banging it repeatedly against the wall. The only thing worse than riding all the way to the top floor with someone was when that someone was female with long legs. Damn, why didn’t I just take the stairs?
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She is a three-time winner of the John Esten Cooke Award for Southern Fiction, and has won more than a dozen other literary awards, including a Readers' Favorite International Book Award and a Gold Medal from the Military Writers Society of America. Her novels have been used in schools and are available in hundreds of libraries including Harvard and the U.S. Naval Academy.
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