- "Phenomenal... A thrilling read." ~ Romantic Times (RT) Magazine July 2016 edition
- "Amazing psychological thriller." ~ Books and Spoons Reviews
- "Un put-downable!" ~ Lanita Idrus (book reviewer)
- "The 'suspense' part of this romantic suspense clearly knows its stuff." ~ Becky on Books
- "This book reads like an episode of a TV show and it's great!" ~ The Book Disciple
- "Really loved this continuation of Janie Crouch's Omega Sector: Critical Response series. Five stars!" ~ Thoughts of a Blonde
- "I loved that there was enough mystery to keep the readers guessing." ~ Essentially Bookish
From the Author
MAN OF ACTION
Andrea Gordon huddled inside her car in the bank parking lot as pandemonium reigned all around her. Cops, SWAT, ambulances and other emergency vehicles she didn't even recognize flooded the area. Blue and red lights flashed in a rhythm that drummed brutally against her eyes. Officers pointed assault rifles toward the building. People ran back and forth.
Just behind the roped-off section news crews formed the next layer of people, their lights and cords and equipment adding to the chaos.
Beyond that were the witnesses, the gawkers, hoping to catch something exciting. Andrea wasn't sure what would pacify them. A chase? Bullets? A dead body? Smartphones recorded the scene from every angle.
Three men had taken sixteen people hostage after an attempted robbery had gone wrong in a bank just outside Phoenix, Arizona. Andrea would've been one of those sixteen, but she had seen the signs on the robbers' faces when they'd first walked in.
Andrea was only nineteen years old, but she was an expert at spotting the approach of danger. Maybe she should be thankful for all the times she'd had to discern it in her uncle to avoid his fists. Either way, it had gotten her out of that bank before the trouble went down.
The men hadn't come in together, but they were definitely working as a team, Andrea had immediately seen that. It was obvious to her that they weren't afraid to hurt, even to kill. Simmering violence was a vibe she was very attuned to.
Two of the men fairly buzzed with it. Excited about taking money that wasn't theirs and maybe taking a life, too. But it was the third man, who stood completely still and broadcasted almost no outward emotions at all, that scared her the most.
She'd waited a minute longer, studying them while pretending to fill in a deposit slip, in case she was wrong. The two hyped-up guys were making their way back toward the bank manager's office. The other man, the scary one, stood against a side wall, a briefcase in his hand. He caressed it with a lover's touch.
He felt her eyes and turned to her, giving a smile so dark, so full of violence, Andrea had turned and nearly run out of the bank. She'd felt his eyes follow her as she left.
She'd been the last one out. Not two minutes after her exit, shots had been fired inside. The robbery soon turned into a hostage situation. Once out, Andrea had hidden in her car, parked in the back of the bank lot and watched as the police arrived minutes later, then observers, then press.
Andrea would've been escorted back with the observers if anyone had known she was in her car. She'd been so scared at the third man's evil smile, she had literally melted herself into the driver's seat of her vehicle, curling into a ball and protecting her head and face with her arms.
She'd learned long ago that position didn't stop pain, but at least this time it had kept her away from anyone's view. The uniformed officer who had been in charge of security and taping off the parking lot had walked right by Andrea's car without even seeing her in the dimming hours of twilight.
Unfortunately, now she was trapped here since the lot was blocked off by police vehicles. There was no telling how long the showdown could continue with the three men inside. She would need to go find someone who could let her out if she wanted to leave this evening.
Andrea exited her car, kept her head down and walked toward the action, planning to talk to the first relatively nice cop she could find. She didn't want to draw any attention to herself, just wanted to get the help she needed and get out.
When she got to the front line of police officers, Andrea started looking around more. There was a lot of excitement in most of these cops, some were nervous, a few downright fearful. A couple were bored.
She was easily able to spot the man in charge. He exuded self-confidence and self-importance, even without a radio in each hand and people constantly asking him questions. When he gave orders he expected them to be followed, and he was definitely the one giving orders in this situation. Another man and woman were standing with him. Everything about their faces and body language also suggested confidence, but they were respectful, caring--not power hungry. They stood back slightly, observing.
Drawn by the situation even though she didn't want to be, Andrea made her way toward those people in charge. She was careful not to get in anybody's way or do anything to draw someone's scrutiny, although she expected to be stopped at any moment. When she got close enough to hear the leaders, she stood beside an unmarked sedan watching them studying and discussing the bank.
She heard the man and woman--the observers--arguing with the man in charge.
"Lionel, deadly force isn't necessary yet," the man stated, quiet but emphatic. "Plus we don't know the exact situation. We have no inside intel."
"This isn't your operation, Drackett," the man named Lionel snapped. He wasn't interested in anyone else's opinions. "Omega isn't in charge here, the Bureau is."
"We're not even sure how many perps are in there, nor how many hostages," the woman said, her voice as calm as Drackett's had been.
"We've got eyes on the building. There's obviously two gunmen holding a room of seventeen people. They've got everyone in one location to keep them in line."
Lionel was wrong. There were three men involved. But Andrea imagined the third one with the evil smile just looked like one of the hostages if he hadn't made any obvious threatening moves. With his briefcase and suit he'd blend right in.
And he meant to kill everyone in the building.