Magnum Force Man

Magnum Force Man
Amanda Stevens

Magnum Force Man

Amanda Stevens

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Table of Contents

Cover (#u40d9534a-3fef-5e85-b510-ab9eb8216e5d)

Title Page (#ubeecc5f0-19fe-5ee8-b832-ed2f671e5fbd)

About the Author (#ua6c6e98d-4326-52ad-a7d5-b9876b8c14f9)

Chapter One (#uff2e0ce6-f043-5655-880b-2817ad95c279)

Chapter Two (#ua132f7b8-b15e-5116-b921-e83bcd1a2544)

Chapter Three (#u36f4fce6-0199-5196-89c4-27d7bda30df4)

Chapter Four (#u1896112a-bb48-5807-a7c9-1fd080bf50dc)

Chapter Five (#ua26c9650-9ed3-5cd8-bc3b-6681eaa6a383)

Chapter Six (#u1331445d-e858-5ab3-b85a-02625c39a98d)

Chapter Seven (#u87fd96cd-04ea-56ed-9821-7beeb8d8a704)

Chapter Eight (#uf05b12e2-a5e7-5d16-8bea-9ec726b62490)

Chapter Nine (#u104b04b4-6ccc-54e8-adaa-0df098f243c1)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author

AMANDA STEVENS is the best-selling author of over thirty novels of romantic suspense. In addition to being a Romance Writers of America RITA finalist, she is also the recipient of awards in Career Achievement in Romantic/Mystery and Career Achievement in Romantic/Suspense from Romantic Times magazine. She currently resides in Texas. To find out more about past, present and future projects, please visit her website at www.amandastevens.com.

Chapter One

He knew three things. His name was Jack Maddox. There was somewhere urgent he needed to be. And the woman had to be saved.

Beyond that, he only felt. The icy rain pricking his face. The heaviness of his fatigued muscles. The pervasive fear that chilled him to the bone. Not so much for himself, but for the woman.

Whoever she was. Wherever she was.

He had to find her before they did.

Whoever they were.

His sodden clothing was like a lead weight as he stumbled through the dripping forest. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep going. He needed rest, food, sleep. It seemed as if he’d been running forever. Running from something and to someone.

But who? Who?

Keep going. Don’t stop until you get there. You’ll know it when you see it. You’ll know her.

The picture in his mind was that of a tall, slender brunette with wide, knowing eyes. But it was only a vague impression. Her features were indistinct because his mental photograph kept changing. The one thing that remained the same, however, was the aura of danger that surrounded her. If he didn’t find her in time, they would kill her. Whoever they were.

He slowed for a moment to catch his breath, and that was a mistake because exhaustion swooped down like a vulture, picking away at the last of his resolve. He could lie down right there in the freezing rain and fall asleep. Maybe sleep forever.

The temptation was a little too seductive so he forced himself to push on.

But in that brief respite, he’d allowed other images to seep into his numb brain. Dark, endless passageways. Metal bars blocking every exit. The sting of a thousand needles.

As the hazy memories bombarded him, he tripped and fell to one knee, then sprang up with a renewed sense of purpose. He would never go back there. Never.

Wherever there was.