To Reign Supreme – Alex Ander Novelist

In this fast-paced terrorism action thriller, a former CIA paramilitary operations officer, now working for himself, accepts an unusual job and ends up making himself a target of terrorists.

Decorated former military man, and one-time member of the CIA’s Special Operations Group, Jaxon Reigns is tasked with securing a safe deposit box so valuable that some are willing to kill to obtain its contents. Throw in the violent introduction of a young woman into his operation, and Jaxon’s mission, his life becomes a whole lot more complicated.

As the only person who can legally open the strongbox, twenty-one-year-old exotic dancer Kaylee Kincaid is plunged into the dangerous, clandestine world of intelligence gathering. With a bull’s-eye on her back, unsure where to turn for help, she’s left with only one option…place her life in the hands of a man she’s known for all of five minutes.

Together, jet-setting around the globe, dodging bullets, Jaxon and Kaylee hold the key to bringing down a notorious terror organization. Only one question remains. Can the twosome stay alive long enough to make a difference?

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Excerpt

Confronting Kaylee, “You’re with me,” Jaxon gripped her forearm and pulled.

She pulled back and broke his hold. “What are you doing?”

He turned toward her. “I need that five minutes you promised me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she poked her chin at the gun in his hand, “especially since you have that.”

He pointed the weapon skyward and twisted it twice. “Comes in handy when people are trying to kill you.”

“Still, I’m not—”

Wrapping his left arm around her waist, “Not the time or place for this, Miss Kincaid,” Jaxon moved her along.

Her body wriggling in his grasp, “Get your,” she cursed, “hands off me,” while trying to pry his arm away from her belly.

The rear door to The Black Rose burst open.

A tick later, the other women screeched.

Jaxon pushed Kaylee to the pavement, did a clockwise one-eighty, and leveled his semi-auto at two dark-skinned men with black beards.

Seeing him, the men raised their pistols.

Jaxon depressed the Ruger-57’s thumb safety and worked the trigger. In less than three seconds, he expended half of the weapon’s twenty-round magazine of 5.7×28-millimeter, 31-grain, FN Herstal SS190 ball ammo. The light recoil of the 5.7mm round made it easy for him to keep his shots on target.

Jittering in place, the ‘Beards’ absorbed all ten rounds and collapsed.

The door swung back and bonked off a dead man’s head twice before coming to rest against his hair.

Grabbing a full magazine from under his coat, Jaxon performed a tactical reload, stowed the partial mag in a pants pocket, spun left, and reached for Kaylee. “We really must be going now, Miss Kincaid.”