Gone Rogue

For more than 20 years, I lived by my Air Force code. Until I made a choice. Put my family first. Something a soldier is never allowed to do. Now I don’t know who I am. Or where I belong. Getting lost in Mexico sounds like a good idea, but with only guilt and regret as my constant companions, I’ll never figure it all out. Until a chance meeting in a hotel bar changes my course.

Griffin Hargrove: I was CIA elite. Until a terrorist attack stole my arm and most of my hearing. I don’t know what my old boss, Austin Pritchard, is thinking, hiring a broken relic like me. But he trusts me, and that kind of loyalty is a balm to my shattered self-worth. Sloane is more beautiful than pictures can show and bruised in ways that can’t easily be seen. No one has told her I’m her bodyguard, but someone better clue her in soon, because she’s spooked. And the longer I watch her, the more I need to protect her.

After a beating that almost killed me, I’m one failed fitness test away from losing my FBI career. I should be focused on grinding out the reps to rebuild my broken body, not on the pretty brunette at the gym.

I spent half of my CIA career at the bottom of the bottle, and still managed to do my job. But seeing one of my only friends tortured within an inch of his life is a great motivator to get clean—and retire somewhere no one actively wants to kill me.

Do the job. Free the high-value target from a compound in Afghanistan and get out. Simple, right? Until I saw her. She begged me for help. I didn't think. Grabbed her and her kid and ran. FUBAR didn't even come close to covering what happened next. And then I disappeared. It doesn't matter that I had no choice. That the President of the United States ordered me to do the job. I still abandoned them. When she's in trouble, I cant stay away. But how can I convince her my darkness will destroy her?