

To defuse the bomb strapped to the hostage, I had no choice—I cut off all her clothes. My clueless new wife, Dana Poole, blasted it online. She cried as she faced me. "Why not at least leave her underwear on? You were saving her, I get it—but did you have to take everything? Doesn't a girl's dignity matter? With cameras everywhere, how is she supposed to live after this? You couldn't even cover her up?" The backlash exploded. The unit benched me to calm things down. So I stopped caring. I followed procedure, no improvising, no extra effort. Then one day, at the busiest mall in the city, Dana's mom got strapped into a brand-new linked bomb. This time, the whole unit panicked.

Pressured by her family to marry, Faith Miller impulsively marries a beggar in a flash decision. Unbeknownst to her, her new husband is Rocco Fitch, the CEO of the Fitch Group, who lost his memory in a plane crash. As Faith cares for him, Rocco’s memories slowly return, and the mysteries surrounding the crash unravel.

Eight years ago, Roy Jones proved his self-invented fighting style was the best in the world by tearing through twenty-two martial halls across Sealand in a single sweep. The victory cost him his wife. He left everything, moved to the bottom rung of the city, and became a rickshaw driver—anonymous, careful, devoted entirely to raising his infant daughter in peace. The life is hard and he endures it. Then one act of public decency puts him in the crosshairs of Bliz Martial Hall, and his daughter gets pulled into the danger with him. Roy stops enduring. He moves through every obstacle Bliz puts in front of him with the same quiet efficiency that once cleared twenty-two halls, and he brings his daughter home.