Take No Prisoners. Gayle Wilson

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      Grace under fire.

      Despite his attempt to block them, images of Grace Chancellor had been bombarding his brain since Dalton had mentioned her name. Memories of the woman he had first met…almost ten years ago, he realized with a sense of wonder.

      Grace Chancellor and Afghanistan. Two items of unfinished—and very personal—business.

      Landon hadn’t made many mistakes since the years he’d been an operative. In his line of work he couldn’t afford them. What Cabot had set forth before him this morning was a chance to rectify the two most spectacular ones he’d made in his entire life. If Grace was alive, he’d find her. And if she wasn’t… Landon took a deep breath, thinking about what that loss would mean.

      “Hang on, Gracie,” he whispered. “The bastards haven’t won one yet. They damn sure aren’t going to win this time, either.”

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      * We have three fantastic miniseries for you. Film at Eleven continues THE LANDRY BROTHERS by Kelsey Roberts. Gayle Wilson is back with the PHOENIX BROTHERHOOD in Take No Prisoners. And B.J. Daniels finishes up her MCCALLS’ MONTANA series with Shotgun Surrender.

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      * Don’t miss Dana Marton’s sexy stand-alone title, The Sheik’s Safety. When an American soldier is caught behind enemy lines, she’ll fake amnesia to guard her safety, but there’s no stopping the sheik determined on winning her heart.

      Enjoy our stellar lineup this month and every month!

      Sincerely,

      Denise O’Sullivan

      Senior Editor

      Harlequin Intrigue

      Take No Prisoners

      Gayle Wilson

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      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Five-time RITA^® Award finalist and RITA^® Award winner Gayle Wilson has written over thirty novels and three novellas for Harlequin/Silhouette. She has won more than forty awards and nominations for her work.

      Gayle still lives in Alabama, where she was born, with her husband of thirty-four years. She loves to hear from readers. Write to her at P.O. Box 3277, Hueytown, AL 35023. Visit Gayle online at www.booksbygaylewilson.com.

      CAST OF CHARACTERS

      Landon James—The only woman this ex-CIA agent has ever loved is being held captive in the mountains of Afghanistan. There is no question he’ll go after her. The only question is whether he can find her in time.

      Grace Chancellor—She had risen quickly in the ranks of the CIA, but her fall has been even more spectacular. Now her life hangs in the balance. And the one person who has the skills to rescue her is the man she walked away from six years ago.

      Griff Cabot—The leader of the Phoenix is willing to go outside his own organization if necessary to save Grace Chancellor’s life.

      Mike Mitchell—Taken prisoner with Grace, the dying pilot teaches her a lesson that would change her life.

      Rudolph Stern—Grace refuses to abandon her fellow prisoner, despite the price she may pay for her loyalty.

      Abdul Rahim—No one is more eager for Landon James’s return to Afghanistan than this drug lord with a long memory and a thirst for revenge.

      Steven Reynolds—Will this Special Forces operative drive a wedge between Landon and Grace? Or is it possible Landon isn’t the only one guarding secrets?

      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

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Epilogue

      Prologue

      “The heroin is taken out of the country by routes established centuries ago. Most of it goes through Tajikistan or Uzbekistan and on to Russia and China.”

      Despite the noise of the Kiowa’s jet engine, Colonel Rudolph Stern seemed determined to keep up the ongoing dialogue he’d begun as soon as he met Grace Chancellor’s car at his headquarters. In the close confines of the chopper, he was leaning against her, practically shouting in her ear.

      Of course, Grace had been well aware of almost all the information he’d provided long before she’d left Langley. In spite of that, she nodded, having decided a couple of hours ago that the occasional gesture of agreement was the easiest way to deal with her gregarious military host.

      It had been painfully obvious from the first he didn’t believe she was the right person for the job she’d been given. Just as obviously, he didn’t realize that his attitude was nothing new.

      Grace had spent more than a decade climbing the ranks in the CIA, an agency that celebrated its old-boys network. And Grace Chancellor had never been one of the “old boys.”

      “In spite of our presence here,” Stern went on, “massive shipments still make it though those mountains and into Pakistan.” He nodded toward the chopper’s open door and the rugged peaks that stretched below.

      This trip along the Afghan/Pakistani border had been an afterthought. Stern had already shown her the vast fields of poppies that now covered the relatively fertile valleys of Afghanistan. In full bloom, their flowers had thrown a blaze of color across the otherwise monochromatic landscape.

      With the