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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)

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Official Cover by Jay Aheer of Simply Defined Art coming in March 2026
Subject to Earlier Release

They are the program’s failure who should’ve never left the lab alive.

Once leaders of rival gangs on Chicago’s south and west sides, Damien Calloway and Gage Harrington are pulled from their prison cells and promised a second chance to be reborn as Frost and Shade, the newest weapons in the Raven Program.

But as the science collapses, the transformation fails, leaving their enhancements unstable, and their conditioning incomplete.
Declared defective, they’re locked away in White Sector 30, to await elimination.
When two warriors clad in green storm the facility, the Whites don’t see rescuers, they see executioners, and with raw skill and desperation, they seize their freedom.

Now Frost and Shade are two enemies forced together—hostile, untrusting, and on the run.
One a phantom of cold fury and the other a phenomenon who sees the world in all white, guided only by instinct and the voice of the man who had once vowed to kill him.
Their bond may be shaky, but their coordination is terrifying.

The Whites were never meant to exist...now they’re the ghosts haunting the organization that failed them.

Raven's Stand-in cover designed by AE Via
Book Credits White Raven Image - Pub 9/13/2023 Credit Vovashevchuk
White Forest View -(Canon, EOS 5D Mark II): Pub 1/20/2017: Credit Chiro PhotoNic

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Black Ravens

Meridian

The Pacific air tasted like copper and salt.

Meridian crouched low on the perimeter wall of the cliffside villa, pausing to allow the night’s darkness to consume him.

Ten acres of imported marble, onyx, and triple-paned bulletproof glass sprawled down the rocky terrain until it reached the surf—a luxurious fortress of corrupted wealth.

The frigid wind pushed his hood against his cheek but couldn’t cool the heat that lived under his skin.

Always to his right, his partner, Ex, lay still on the slate roof—one shadow melded into another—watching the patrol pacing beneath them.

“Four outside,” their handler, Corvo, informed them through their undetectable earpieces.

Meridian listened to the timing of the guards’ boots hitting the cobblestone. Counted the cadence of their inhalations and cataloged the exhales. They were both distracted in the way boredom made most perimeter security officers. Not enough discipline and too much confidence behind the high walls.

One was tall and gaunt with sunken cheeks. The other was short, thick-necked, and carried too much weight. The last two seemed younger in the way they kept shifting their rifles as if they didn’t know what to do with them.

Ex brushed his gloved hand twice over his forearm: Ready.

Meridian answered with one tap: Go.

And the two men separated like oil meeting water.

Ex ghosted across the roof in a blur, as Meridian slid to the edge, and dropped silently onto the landing.

The tall one turned his head a fraction too late.

Meridian slammed his palm over the startled man’s mouth, raised his head to expose his slim throat, then unsheathed, sliced, and ended.

His Sakimaru, stiletto, double-edged dagger—Whisper—rested comfortably in his palm, a thirty-inch stalker that never made a sound.

The body fell to his feet, and Meridian stepped over it, as if what he’d done wasn’t murder, but just removing an obstacle from his path.

Across the patio, Ex appeared behind his mark’s back. In two swift moves, he gripped the younger guy’s jaw, cupped his other hand across the back of the neck, and wrenched it hard to the left, snapping the bone like dry timber.

He lowered the officer’s lanky body into the shrubbery as if he’d simply fallen asleep.

Meridian was already behind the pudgy one, who had the audacity to be scrolling on his phone. Unaware and unprepared. He deserved death.

He wrapped him in a chokehold that cut his voice, then his breath. Five seconds of resisting, ten until the pulse slowed, twenty to be sure before he let go.

The fourth one turned and Ex was there, blade in hand, and delivered one upward puncture beneath the rib cage. The guard’s last breath left his throat in a wet question of confusion.

The entrance to the villa was a display of indulgent taste bought with dirty money. Everything shone and reflected. Thankfully, his hood cut the shimmering down to a tolerable annoyance.

A long hallway, overcrowded with abstract art, led to a great room. Music mixed with the laughter and the moans of women came from somewhere deeper inside.

They crept in silence across the imported rugs, their heads on a swivel despite the confirmation from their handler that no other guards were present inside.

They paused at the archway of the primary suite, that had a sitting area and a massive bed on a raised platform covered in silk linens and naked women.

Their mark, Graham Graves—a prior Ravens investor, arms dealer, and plague in the US—lounged in the center of the bed, eyes closed, with his arms wrapped around two women’s waists, his mouth full of another woman’s breast, and the fourth kneeling between his legs.

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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 80431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)

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They erased their memories, rewrote their names, and made them beasts. Now, the hunt for vengeance begins.

Chief Aiken Oakley and Chief Styles Sawyer—two of the US Navy’s most elite Special Warfare Combatant-craft officers—vanished after their mission was ambushed in South America and later presumed MIA.

Captured by the Raven’s organization, a covert assassin program, Oakley and Sawyer are stripped of their past, their memories, and even their names.
They are subjected to inhumane experimentation and injected with predator DNA that transform them into primal, lethal weapons… and are now known only as Valor and Zorion.

After breaking free from the program’s control, Valor and Zorion train themselves to master the beasts within them—pushing their minds, bodies, and instincts to the edge.

But to take down the corrupt organization, they’ll need more than strength, fury and an appetite for revenge. They'll have to form uneasy alliances with the two other deadly Raven units—the strategic, silent Browns, and the ruthless, unpredictable Blacks.

Together, these assassins must unite against the program that created them... and destroy it before it creates something worse.

Black, Brown, and Green Ravens… The organization turned them into weapons, and now they’ve come back for war.

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SWCC Chief Warrant Officer Styles Sawyer

Special Warfare Combatant Craft Chief Warrant Officer Styles Sawyer sat at the rear of the dank confines of one of the USS Rimlin’s strategy rooms with his crew standing behind him. He referred to deck one as the belly of the beast, though there were still multiple decks below him.

This was the section of the two hundred forty-four-foot-tall aircraft carrier where he was briefed on his missions, where he was thrown into the thick of it, into the world’s most dangerous situations, so it always felt like a room that swallowed him whole.

Over forty US SEALs and boat operators filled the space as they listened to the details of their upcoming mission.

An operation that was his specialty—personnel recovery.

“Three CIA agents were ambushed on their way back from their check-in point in Porto Velho.” The lieutenant nodded to another officer to change the images on the screen behind him. “Regrettably, two were killed, gunshots to the head, the other was abducted. The agents were acquiring information on the Woyashi terrorist group responsible for the Swiss embassy bombing and the assassination attempt on General Elias Silas. The abducted agent is believed to be in possession of a hard drive that holds classified information on Woyashi’s current dealings with a weapons of mass destruction physicist.”

The Lieutenant. paused. “Any questions?”

“Do we have any details on the abductee’s status, sir? Are they ambulatory?”

Sawyer recognized the lieutenant of one of the two Navy SEAL teams responsible for the breach. Meehaus was an absolute monster the second his boots hit the ground. The hostage was lucky to have him leading the charge.

“We don’t know his current condition, but we do know this group is ruthless and violent, and their methods of interrogation are brutal. So you’ll need to be prepared for a carry.”

Meehaus nodded.

The Lieutenant. waited to see if anyone else had something to ask or add, and when they didn’t, he began to go over the details of the SEALs’ drop site.

“Intel confirms the hostiles have a camp in Novo Aripuanã. They have heavy artillery so be prepared for return fire. Their numbers are roughly four or five dozen men, so watch your backs and each other’s.”

The mission specialist, Master Chief Robinson, motioned toward Sawyer.

“Because of the severity and threat level of this mission, we brought in two of the fleet’s best boat teams to pull you boys out of the trenches. Chariot, commanded by CWO Oakley, and Neptune, commanded by the infamous CWO Sawyer.”

There were a few “Hooyahs” and whoops thrown in their direction, especially at Oakley as he stood wide-legged with his arms crossed over his broad chest and his infamous light-hazel eyes shining pale yellow in the sunlight hidden behind a pair of gold-rimmed aviator shades.

The Lieutenant. dismissed them, and each team filed out of the room and went in their own directions.

Sawyer hung back to say a few words to Oakley. He hadn’t worked with him before, but his reputation preceded him.

Sawyer and his crew were notorious for skirting the rules, but when a mission operator called for the best, Sawyer was the one who answered. But he made no mistake that Oakley’s guys were in a very close second.

While Oakley had a conversation with a couple of boys from the SEAL team, Sawyer tried not to pay attention to the way the other boat chief filled out his fatigues.

He didn’t usually size up other men. Maybe it was hero worship.

“You ready to take a swim, chief?”

Sawyer jerked his head up to find Oakley’s attention square on him.

“Always ready,” he answered, taking Oakley’s outstretched palm and giving it a firm shake.

“What can I do ya for?”

Oakley had a deep voice, with a smooth baritone timbre.

“Well, it’s not often I meet a legend.” Sawyer smirked, staring at his own reflection in Oakley’s black lenses.

The room was dark as fuck, but he knew why Oakley hid that miraculous glare, or so he’d heard rumors. Apparently, the man caught quite a bit of ridicule for his eyes, being called everything from doll eyes to piss holes to oracles.

Oakley smirked. “You shouldn’t believe everything you hear, chief.”

Sawyer was stunned when Oakley turned his back on him and left the room without so much as a “see ya.”

Well fuck.

He’d heard Oakley wasn’t big on small talk. Sawyer supposed that was one thing he could mark as truth.

Instead of taking offense, he chalked it up to the looming mission. They were buckets up at zero eight hundred. Maybe Oakley wanted to be alone to get his head ready for the fight.

SWCC Chief Warrant Officer Aiken Oakley

“Well shit,” Oakley muttered on his way up the narrow stairs. “I was not expecting that.”

He’d heard a lot of stories about Chief Sawyer and his crew, about his bravery, his sharp thinking, and his unshakable duty to his men and his country. But what Oakley hadn’t heard was how fucking sexy he was.

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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)

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Grace’s composed, yet lethal disposition balances his partner Mirage’s impulsive nature, creating a duo—the second-generation Brown Ravens—with the potential for greatness.

Grace was one of the most decorated sharpshooters in the Marines. He’s fiercely committed to righting the wrongs that plague the world and protecting the innocent.
But there are too many rules and strict orders in the armed forces the Ravens don’t have.

Mirage left his world without a trace.

He has a brilliant mind and more degrees in science and medicine than one person could ever hope to obtain.
Now that the Ravens are done administering their treatments, Mirage can throw knives so fast they turn into phantom blades before he disappears in a way that leaves his enemies in chaos and confusion. And Grace can hit a target from three miles away.

When together, their form of silent communication in the field is astonishing. Grace’s subtle body movements speak their own language and his long, intense stares into Mirage’s grey eyes have created a special bond neither of them saw coming.
A forbidden romance that won’t stop them from being the second-best assassins in the world.

Triggers: Violence

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Mirage

With the deaths of his parents still plaguing his mind and paralyzing his heart, Matthew ignored the black-suited man who’d come into his sixty-square-foot room in Fort Bellmore Military Behavioral Facility—the shithole where they threw soldiers who’d snapped and lost their shit until whatever pompous superior determined them sane enough to return to duty or, more often than not, dishonorably discharged.

The man was out of uniform and had no badge or identification clipped to his lapel, so Matthew ignored him.

The visitor sat in the one chair in Matthew’s private room—he’d beat the sarcasm out of every roommate they gave him—and looked over a thick file he assumed was his for twenty-five minutes before uttering a single word.

When he did speak, he said the last thing Matthew expected.

“What would you do to be rid of the pain and anguish you’re feeling right now, Dr. Adams?”

Matthew clenched his fist so hard his knuckles popped as he stared out the plexiglass window.

“I assume I can use the title doctor now. There’s no reason to use your rank of lieutenant anymore.”

“Unless you want me to snap your neck in a place that leaves you alive but unable to speak again, I suggest you leave in the same manner you came. Silently.”

His unwanted visitor hummed as if he found the threat intriguing.

“The crippling heartbreak from the recent death of your parents is killing you and—”

Matthew yanked the plastic tray containing his untouched food and hurled it across the room, aiming for the man’s throat, but he dodged it with a quick jerk to his left.

His visitor’s expression remained impassive while continuing to stare at him as if he were still waiting for Matthew to answer his question.

“If only you could’ve thrown that so hard and fast that there’d been no way I could’ve dodged it, maybe even decapitated me.”

I wish.

The mysterious man in the expensive suit and gelled hair closed the file and tossed it onto the thin mattress Matthew never slept on.

He narrowed his eyes, not appreciating the taunt, and turned back toward the window.

He preferred the view of the brick wall next door rather than the condescending prick asking him asinine questions.

“Fuckin’ leave now,” Matthew sighed.

His voice was raspy due to his lack of hydration, and his throat felt as if he’d been eating sandpaper.

Why the hell can’t people just leave me alone?

He’d been taken to the med wing of the brig for five days after banging his head against the concrete wall in his tiny cell until he was unconscious.

After he’d healed enough to be returned to the floor, he’d done it again.

He didn’t want to kill himself—at first—he just wanted to remove the visions of his parents being blown to pieces.

Night after night, nightmare after nightmare.

He wanted it gone.

They’d transferred him to the mental health hospital eight weeks ago, and all he’d done so far was raise hell because these walls weren’t hard enough to knock him out.

“I’ve been where you are,” the stranger said, sitting there as if he had all the time in the world. As if he wasn’t afraid of Matthew’s rage like everyone else was. “I’ve also been consumed with so much anger, resentment, and disappointment that I’d rather die than live another day with the torment.”

Matthew gritted his teeth at the man’s accuracy. If this was his new therapist… Matthew didn’t care how good he was. He wasn’t interested in being treated or related to.

Mirage

“According to the New England Journal of Medicine and the Journal of Natural Medicine, you’re a goddamn genius, Dr. Adams.”

Matthew blinked. He thought the therapist had given up like all the others and left his room hours ago. Or it could’ve been minutes. Hell, he didn’t know.

He had no recollection of time since all he did was stare unseeingly at a brick wall across the alley, day and night.

“You have a PhD in osteopathic medicine and psychiatry, two master’s degrees, one in neurology, the other in pathology. Holy shit, and you’ve been published for studies in holistic medicine.”

And Matthew would still never be as smart as his father was. No matter how many degrees or accolades he got in the field of medicine.

If I’d known I had so little time left with him, I would’ve quit school years ago.

“I already know my goddamn resume,” he snarled.

“So, what are you going to do now, Dr. Adams Jr.?”

The first opportunity I get, I’m going to kill myself.

There was nothing left for him in this life except a dishonorable discharge and nine years in prison for assault in the first degree.

Death would be better.

But the hospital wouldn’t allow him a real knife and fork with his food, so he wasn’t quite sure how he would accomplish that.

Instead of the truth, Matthew answered, “You wanna know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to strangle you with my bare fuckin’ hands if you don’t leave!”

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