The cold, metallic click of the airport security gate locking me in felt entirely too much like the heavy blast doors of a forward operating base in Damascus. I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, forcing t…
CHAPTER 1 Jax liked the quiet. He was a man built for noise—chopper engines, screaming grinders in the auto shop, the chaotic roar of the Iron Kings clubhouse on a Saturday night. But Tuesdays at 4:00 PM belonged…
CHAPTER 1 The VIP maternity suite at St. Jude’s Medical felt less like a hospital and more like a luxury hotel. Mahogany panels. A private kitchenette. A skyline view of the city. I hated every inch of it. I la…
