Excerpt
Rayford Steele wore the uniform of the enemy of his soul, and he hated himself for
it. He strode through Iraqi sand toward Baghdad Airport in his dress blues and was
struck by the incongruity of it all.
From across the parched plain he heard the wails and screams of hundreds he wouldn’t
begin to be able to help. Any prayer of finding his wife alive depended on how
quickly he could get to her. But there was no quick here. Only sand. And what about
Chloe and Buck in the States? And Tsion?
Desperate, frantic, mad with frustration, he ripped off his natty waistcoat with its
yellow braid, heavy epaulettes, and arm patches that identified a senior officer of
the Global Community. Rayford did not take the time to unfasten the solid-gold
buttons but sent them popping across the desert floor. He let the tailored jacket
slide from his shoulders and c ... read full excerpt from Soul Harvest: Left Behind #4 ebook
