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WAR: DISRUPTION

Book 1 in the WAR Series

He was... so... close...

Rogue black ops agent Max Lansing is determined to bring international arms dealer Heinrich Dietrich to justice for the attack that critically injured his younger brother. When Max tracks Dietrich to West Africa he believes that revenge is finally within his grasp. Instead, Max ends up with a target on his back after Dietrich sends a vicious group of rebels to kill him.

When a group of American dancers gets caught in the crosshairs, Max grabs the sole survivor. He doesn’t want to play babysitter, but he’s determined that no more innocents will die.

She was... so... far away...

Former prima ballerina Emily Iwasaki was promised this part of West Africa was safe. If she’d known the danger she would never have traveled thousands of miles with her dance troupe in order to raise awareness for war orphans. Adrift after the abrupt end to her career, she’d hoped the tour would restore her sense of purpose. Instead, she finds herself on the run with Max, the rebels hot on their heels.

They're... exactly... where they need to be...

Before Max gets Emily to safety, they learn that a plane carrying a weapon of mass destruction has crashed in the nearby jungle. They must locate the weapon before Dietrich does, or thousands will die.

With the fate of West Africa on their shoulders, Max and Emily find that they make a surprisingly skillful team. If they can outrun the rebels and survive the deadly hazards of the jungle, they might just save the day. 

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WAR: DISRUPTION

Book 1 in the WAR Series

WAR Disruption Cover

He was... so... close...

Rogue black ops agent Max Lansing is determined to bring international arms dealer Heinrich Dietrich to justice for the attack that critically injured his younger brother. When Max tracks Dietrich to West Africa he believes that revenge is finally within his grasp. Instead, Max ends up with a target on his back after Dietrich sends a vicious group of rebels to kill him.

When a group of American dancers gets caught in the crosshairs, Max grabs the sole survivor. He doesn’t want to play babysitter, but he’s determined that no more innocents will die.

She was... so... far away...

Former prima ballerina Emily Iwasaki was promised this part of West Africa was safe. If she’d known the danger she would never have traveled thousands of miles with her dance troupe in order to raise awareness for war orphans. Adrift after the abrupt end to her career, she’d hoped the tour would restore her sense of purpose. Instead, she finds herself on the run with Max, the rebels hot on their heels.

They're... exactly... where they need to be...

Before Max gets Emily to safety, they learn that a plane carrying a weapon of mass destruction has crashed in the nearby jungle. They must locate the weapon before Dietrich does, or thousands will die.

With the fate of West Africa on their shoulders, Max and Emily find that they make a surprisingly skillful team. If they can outrun the rebels and survive the deadly hazards of the jungle, they might just save the day. 



Add this book to your Goodreads shelf:

WAR: Disruption (WAR Book 1)

WAR: DISRUPTION

Book 1 in the WAR Series

He was... so... close...

Rogue black ops agent Max Lansing is determined to bring international arms dealer Heinrich Dietrich to justice for the attack that critically injured his younger brother. When Max tracks Dietrich to West Africa he believes that revenge is finally within his grasp. Instead, Max ends up with a target on his back after Dietrich sends a vicious group of rebels to kill him.

When a group of American dancers gets caught in the crosshairs, Max grabs the sole survivor. He doesn’t want to play babysitter, but he’s determined that no more innocents will die.

She was... so... far away...

Former prima ballerina Emily Iwasaki was promised this part of West Africa was safe. If she’d known the danger she would never have traveled thousands of miles with her dance troupe in order to raise awareness for war orphans. Adrift after the abrupt end to her career, she’d hoped the tour would restore her sense of purpose. Instead, she finds herself on the run with Max, the rebels hot on their heels.

They're... exactly... where they need to be...

Before Max gets Emily to safety, they learn that a plane carrying a weapon of mass destruction has crashed in the nearby jungle. They must locate the weapon before Dietrich does, or thousands will die.

With the fate of West Africa on their shoulders, Max and Emily find that they make a surprisingly skillful team. If they can outrun the rebels and survive the deadly hazards of the jungle, they might just save the day. 



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EXTRAS

  • EXCERPT
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EXCERPT

Peering beneath his blindfold, Max Lansing saw Ansgar Ziegler’s hand moving toward him holding a long, thin needle. Max braced himself against the wooden chair and tried once again to break his rawhide bonds. But he was trussed too tightly.

Sweat trickled down his spine as the needle touched the skin at the base of his neck. Max clenched his teeth and vowed not to scream this time, no matter how much pain the acupuncture needle inflicted as it triggered his nerves. He—

The door slammed open. Ziegler dropped his hand and spun toward the sound.

“Herr Ziegler, the scout reports that the boss’s helicopter is fast approaching,” one of the guards said in African accented English.

Ziegler cursed in German. “Rest up, Max,” he muttered. “We shall finish this later.”

“Can’t…wait,” Max said.

“Remove him,” Ziegler ordered as he braced his case of needles with his deformed, scarred left hand and zipped it closed with his undamaged right hand.

Max felt a spurt of satisfaction knowing Ziegler had received those burns in a fight against him and his team. Of course, if Ziegler hadn’t been injured, he wouldn’t be torturing Max out of revenge. Instead, Max would have been turned over to Ziegler’s boss, Dietrich, who had his own axe to grind with Max.

One of the guards untied Max from the chair, then two sets of hands captured his arms and dragged him into the hallway. A moment later they threw him into the tiny room that served as his cell. Pain rocketed through him as he hit the packed dirt floor and he almost blacked out. In addition to using needles, Ziegler had viciously kicked Max’s torso and legs with the steel-reinforced toes on his loafers, damaging one of Max’s ribs and leaving his whole body aching.

By the time Max’s senses stopped swimming, the guards had tied his feet to a stake in the ground and left.

Max spat a hunk of his long blond hair out of his mouth and took a shallow breath, trying not to jar his ribs. Then he waited for the sound of footsteps in the hallway to disappear. This was the first moment in two…three… Hell, he’d lost track. The first time since he’d been captured that he didn’t feel groggy from drugs.

He had to escape. Now.

He rubbed his cheek on the small piece of wood sticking up out of the dirt floor until his blindfold slid down his face. Not that he could see much more without the filthy rag covering his eyes. A trickle of light slipped through a crack up by the ceiling to reveal a room approximately six feet by six feet. The walls were standard for this part of West Africa, plastered concrete with a corrugated metal roof.

The most important detail? He was alone.

He exhaled in relief.

His hands were bound behind him, but not staked. He raised them to his waist and fumbled with his belt until he was able to slip the buckle around to the back. Then he pressed the mechanism to release the spring-activated knife. Sloppy of Ziegler’s men not to do a thorough body search. Just because Max had quit Unit 3 and gone off on his own didn’t mean that he hadn’t brought some of the team’s toys with him to Africa.

The blade sprung free. He rubbed his bindings across the blade’s edge, keeping an ear out for approaching footsteps.

But all he heard was the approach of a helicopter.

Good. It would keep Ziegler and company distracted.

The rawhide gave slightly and Max increased the pressure until the bindings snapped. He made quick work of the bonds at his ankles, then gingerly moved his body—yeah, definitely at least one cracked or severely bruised rib—biting back groans of pain. Once he made it to his feet, he stepped around the congealed pool of vomit that marked the spot where he’d been sick the first night they brought him here and walked a few times along the exterior of the room to get circulation back in his arms and legs. Then he removed his belt and knelt down. Using the buckle as a trowel, he traced the outline of the trap door underneath the dirt.

If Ziegler had checked with the locals before choosing this building as a holding cell, he would have learned that this was a smuggler’s storeroom. Max had figured it out the first time they threw him into the room. He’d hit the dirt and the corner of the trap door had poked into his cheek. Lucky for him, the trap door was on the far side of the room. The guards had tossed Max in, then advanced only far enough to tie his feet to the stake. They’d never stepped far enough in to feel the trap door beneath their feet.

Max’s hands hurt from being stomped on and slashed at, but nothing was broken, so he kept scraping the dirt away with the belt buckle. It took him several more agonizing minutes to completely uncover the door.

“Herr Ziegler, you were not supposed to damage the prisoner. He is mine to hurt. To kill. Mine alone. Do you understand?”

Max froze at the angry voice speaking German with a faint Austrian accent. So familiar. So hated that his pain vanished under a wash of sheer fury.

Dietrich was alive.

Every instinct in Max urged him to race to the door. Break out and confront the man who’d been responsible for the attack that took his brother’s lower legs and killed dozens.

His heart pounded. His hands shook with the need to bring Dietrich to justice.

So. Close.

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don't miss any of the books in THE
WEST AFRICAN RANGERS (WAR) SERIES

WAR_Disruption Cover
WAR_Intrusion cover
WAR_Opposition cover
WAR: Retaliation Coming Soon Graphic