Top Gun Guardian. Carol Ericson

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      For Randy, my top gun neighbor.

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Carol Ericson lives with her husband and two sons in Southern California, home of state-of-the-art cosmetic surgery, wild freeway chases, palm trees bending in the Santa Ana winds and a million amazing stories. These stories, along with hordes of virile men and feisty women, clamor for release from Carol’s head. It makes for some interesting headaches until she sets them free to fulfill their destinies and her readers’ fantasies. To find out more about Carol, her books and her strange headaches, please visit her website at www.carolericson.com, “where romance flirts with danger.”

      CAST OF CHARACTERS

       Raven Pierre —Raven is a big-city girl. When the young daughter of an imperiled African president lands in her lap and her ex-fiancé jumps in to protect them, her big-city veneer begins to crack and her heart shows signs of melting.

       Bryan “Buzz” Richardson —A former member of the covert ops team Prospero, Buzz swoops in to guard a girl targeted by terrorists, hoping his protection of her gets him closer to finding missing Prospero member Jack Coburn. The fact that his assignment also gets him closer to his ex-fiancée is icing on the cake.

       Malika Okeke —She forms a bond with Raven after Raven saves her life, but now the girl’s attachment to her savior might just get them both killed.

       President Okeke —The newly elected president of a fledgling African country, the president has ties in his past to terrorists.

       Rodeo Clown —Clowns are supposed to be funny, but Raven isn’t laughing at the mysterious rodeo clown who shows up again and again.

       Lance Cooper —He blames Buzz for his brother’s death in a plane crash.

       Jeb Russell —A CIA agent who wants Malika, and may be willing to take her by force.

       Farouk —Prospero’s former nemesis has expanded his business model and taken his terror worldwide.

       Colonel Scripps —Prospero’s coordinator, the Colonel knows he can summon all of the former team members with one call.

       Jack Coburn —The former leader of Prospero and current hostage negotiator has run into a little trouble.

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Epilogue

       Prologue

      He stared into the boy’s face, searching for artifice…or danger. The boy blinked several times and hunched his shoulders.

      He loosened his grip on the youth, but kept his muscles coiled and ready in case the kid ran off. He couldn’t allow him to escape.

      This scruffy street urchin just might hold the key to his identity.

      He leaned close to the boy’s ear and whispered, “Do you know me?”

      A big grin split the urchin’s brown face and then melted away as he gazed into the eyes of his captor. “Of course I know you, Mr. Jack. It is me, Yasir.”

      “Yasir?” Despite the chill in the morning air, he wiped a bead of sweat from beneath his headdress. “And my name is Jack?”

      The boy nodded, his black brows meeting over his nose. “You do not know your name? What happened to you, Mr. Jack? I do not see you for a week.”

      Jack jerked his thumb over his left shoulder. “See that mountain range back there? I woke up on a rock this morning with no memory.”

      Yasir’s mouth dropped open, his missing teeth giving him the look of a jack-o’-lantern. He jabbed a finger into Jack’s ribs where a splotch of blood stained his grubby shirt. “Did they get you, Mr. Jack?”

      A tingle of fear climbed its way up Jack’s back and he clenched his muscles to ward it off. “Who are they, Yasir? What am I? What am I doing here? Where’s here?”

      The kid held up his callused hands. “Okey-dokey, Mr. Jack. We go to your place. I bring you food.”

      Jack tensed. Could this be a trap? Did he really have a home in this teeming village of goat herders and traders and farmers?

      He looked into the boy’s earnest brown eyes. Did he have a choice right now?

      “Okey-dokey, Yasir. I’ll follow you.”

      Keeping his head bowed, Jack trailed after Yasir, weaving his way through the press of people. Except for a few nods directed at Yasir, nobody halted their progress through the streets of СКАЧАТЬ