Don your tactical gear and enter the world of black ops and espionage within the pages of Ronie Kendig’s thriller Firethorn. Former Marine Griffin “Legend” Riddell, a fugitive from injustice, finds it difficult to trust anyone. Covert operative Kazi Faron, the woman sent to free him, has a dangerous secret that may jeopardize her life, mission, and the only man she respects. As Griffin and Kazi race around the globe to save Nightshade, the danger mounts. Will they find the culprit sabotaging their black ops team? Can their newfound feelings and trust survive when Griffin and Kazi face truth and terror?
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Ronie Kendig is an award-winning, bestselling author who grew up an Army brat. After twenty-plus years of marriage, she and her hunky hero husband have a full life with their four children, a Maltese Menace, and a retired military working dog in Northern Virginia. Author and speaker, Ronie loves engaging readers through her Rapid-Fire Fiction. Ronie can be found at www.roniekendig.com, on Facebook (www.facebook.com/rapidfirefiction), Twitter (@roniekendig), and Goodreads (www.goodreads.com/RonieK).
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Discarded Heroes #4
By Ronie Kendig
Barbour Publishing, Inc.Copyright © 2011 Ronie Kendig
All rights reserved.
The Shack Four Years Later
It's sad, really." Marshall "the Kid" Vaughn trudged away from the thumping rotors of the helo that had deposited them back at the Shack, his pack almost dragging on the ground. "Ya don't realize how much a person adds until he's gone."
"Legend's not gone." Max "Frogman" Jacobs hoisted his rucksack into a better group, his mind locked on Sydney and their two sons waiting for him at home. Poor woman had to be going out of her mind with two of his Mini-Me's running around.
"Yeah." John "Squirt" Dighton hit the light breaker, then waited for the six-man team to clear the door. "He's just temporarily detained."
Lights sizzled and popped to life. Groaning bounced off the grimy windows as he hauled the door closed, locked it, then started toward the showers.
The Kid grunted. "Forty-years-to-life temporary."
In the locker room, a depressive gloom hung over the team. They'd been on countless missions, hit just about every terrain and environment imaginable, but none had taken the toll the last couple had. And there was one reason—they were down a man. Griffin "Legend" Riddell. If Max could write the playbook, they wouldn't do another mission without the guy. But with the man in federal prison for murdering a congressman, it'd be a long wait.
It was quiet. Too quiet. Max looked around the Spartan room. Walls of lockers, most unused. A few benches. A giant once-white bin for dirty duds. And the team. Six men now. All very skilled. Good men. Even the one missing. Every man here knew Legend had been set up—he didn't murder that congressman. But nobody could prove it. The evidence was damning. Justice—injustice was more like it—came swiftly. Lambert, ever the puppeteer, couldn't pull the right strings to get Legend off.
"I'm heading up to visit him tomorrow. Anyone game?" Colton "Cowboy" Neeley slumped on a bench and ran a hand over his short dark hair. His blue eyes probed the group.
"Nah man. I've got a date," the Kid said.
Squirt beaned him with a towel. "What girl would go out with you, mate?"
The Kid snapped the terry cloth back at the former Navy SEAL. "Your sister."
Squirt froze. His jaw went slack. Then his eyes darkened.
Laughing, Canyon "Midas" Metcalfe rose to his feet from the corner. "You just proved his point by thinking your sister would actually go out with him."
Squirt swallowed, his face drained of color. "I introduced them at a New Year's party."
Midas laughed harder. "Your mistake, mate."
Shuffling closer, Squirt pointed a finger at the Kid. "I swear, you touch her, I'll shove a fistful of witchety grubs down your gullet."
"Give me credit, dude." The Kid raised his hands. "I'm a gentleman."
Max grunted. "Right." As he strode around the lockers to the shower well, he heard more threats and much more laughter from the Kid. Max shook his head. Would the Kid ever grow up, learn when to leave things alone?
As he tossed his oily, grimy duds on the bench, Max paused, thinking maybe he should send his report to Lambert now so he wouldn't have to mess with it tomorrow. The mission had been simple enough, a snatch-n-grab of an Iranian doctor. It'd been nice and clean, in and out. The report wouldn't take long. Then he could shower, bug out, and know he had the whole weekend with Syd and the boys.
Max jogged up the iron stairs, which creaked and groaned beneath his weight. Down the hall to the right. He punched in the code and entered the secure hub, the door hissing shut behind him. The most high-tech part of this dump of a warehouse.
Shouts drew his attention to the blinds. He jabbed two fingers between a couple and spread them to peek down into the main area. Squirt and the Kid raced into the bay and back the way they came. Squirt looked ready to kill. The Kid's face revealed his fear. Max shook his head again. Man, he wanted Griffin back. The guy seemed to bring balance to the team. Badly needed balance.
Max powered up the computer. Hand propped on the warped wood, he waited for the system to boot.
More shouts. Loud thuds.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Would they never—?
Instinct drove Max to his knee at the sound of gunfire. He scrambled to the window. Through the slanted blinds, he peered down into the slab of cement. His brain wouldn't assemble what he saw. Gunmen. A dozen or more. Rushing into the Shack from the parking bay. Moving swiftly, as if ...
They know the layout.
Max darted to the door and jerked it open. He sprinted down the hall toward the stairs. As his boot hit steel, he froze. A shadow emerged. Floated into the hall.
Max jerked back. Pressed his spine against the wall.
By the showers, the Kid looked up. Max signaled to him. Then he made his best and loudest Nightshade whistle, hoping it would penetrate the building, give the men warning to take cover.
The Kid threw himself back into the locker room.
Men swarmed the corner. One looked to his left, one right. His weapon slowly rose as he traced the stairs with his M16.
Max leaped backward into the darkness of the office. He closed the door. As the lock clicked, darkness dropped like an anchor over the entire building. Behind him, a glow screamed his location. The monitor!
Max spun. Lunged across the desk. Stabbed the power button. And paused with his hand still near the monitor. If someone was coming after them ... accessing this computer ...
On his knees, Max yanked the cords free. With the box, he moved to the window and reassessed the parking bay. Another van with a half dozen men with AK-47s. They streamed into the warehouse.
Max's gut wound into a dozen knots. They were screwed.
Think! Hand on the door, he considered going back downstairs. But that would get him captured. Killed. Yet he'd rather be with his guys than running like a chicken.
No, not running. Considering options, gaining the advantage. Planning. The invasion force was armed to the teeth. They knew who they were coming after. They'd brought weapons. And those guys moved with precision. Swift, deadly precision.
Though Nightshade had a stellar ops record, perhaps they had finally met their match. Still ... two to one? Nightshade had faced worse.
A large black Suburban screeched to a halt in the middle of the parking bay. Two men emerged, both wearing trench coats.
Max cursed his luck to be up here, away from his gear, his weapons. Up here without firepower. Thus, powerless.
Okay, enough. He was going down there. He eased the door open and slid across the hall. Bathed in darkness, he crouched at the edge of the landing, using the wall for cover. A dozen men so far, rushing here and there. Quick, quiet chatter between the men.
A smirk slid into Max's face. His team had taken cover, and these goons couldn't find them. If he could just get a weapon ...
"Can't find them."
"They're here. I saw them go in," the man nearest the SUV shouted. "Find them! Lights!"
Light rushed through the building as headlamps from the vehicles stabbed the dusty, damp building. Max yanked back, out of sight. He needed to get down there, defend his men. His boot hit the landing.
Shouts erupted. A shot bounced off the steel rafters, taunting as it echoed through the Shack. Stilled, Max waited. More shouts. The sound of a scuffle. The half dozen men waiting by the SUV lifted their weapons to the ready.
The locker room door swung open. A man walked backward, his AK-47 aimed at a large form filling the doorway. Cowboy. Arms raised, dressed only in his jeans, he stalked forward. Someone shoved him from behind, which barely moved the big lug.
Spine pressed against the wood, Max peered down into the bay.
"You move one wrong muscle," the one in front of Cowboy growled, "and so help me God, I'll kill you."
"No you won't." Cowboy lowered his hands. "If you wanted me dead, I wouldn't be out here."
Ride 'em, Cowboy.
From the side entrance to the showers, three men dragged a shouting, cursing Kid into the bay. Max smirked that it took three tangos to wrangle the Kid.
Hand clenched, Max's mind went into overdrive. What could he do? God ... I need ... something. What could he pray for? Intercepting the team was impossible. Twelve, fifteen armed tangos against one unarmed man?
He latched on to the hope that they'd only found Cowboy and the Kid. No Midas, Squirt, or Aladdin. Good. Maybe they could regroup and—
A man flew through the bay door from the showers and landed with a thud a yard from the others. Midas flipped over, scissored his legs, and swept the thug off his feet. The Kid seized the confusion to attack the men guarding him. And impressively. With a hard right, he dropped the first and used that weapon to disable the second.
Cowboy took a step back and rammed his elbow into the gut of the nearest guard. The gunman bent forward—straight into Cowboy's meaty fist. The big guy pivoted, slapped the interior of the gunman's wrist, effectively seizing the weapon and flipping the muzzle around. He fired at the guy.
In the split second it took for Max to realize the sonic boom that rent the air wasn't the report of Cowboy's .45 MEU but of a rifle, Max saw the man in the black trench coat drop to the ground. A circle spread out like a dark halo.
"Sniper!" someone shouted.
The dead guy had fallen backward. Most likely shot from the front. Which meant ... Max's gaze rose to the rafters. With no light, it'd be the perfect hiding spot. But ... who? Squirt? Aladdin?
The man guarding Colton stumbled forward, then went to his knees before hitting the cement.
The man in the black trench coat nearest the SUV dropped. A pool of blood spilled out.
"There!" One guard swung and fired his fully automatic at the ceiling. Four others followed suit, firing at the bank of grimy windows on the southeast wall of the building. Aladdin!
Max followed their direction and watched. Waited, his breath caught at the back of his throat. Cracks and shattering glass blended with the staccato punches of the guns to create a wild cacophony of noise. Max tuned it out, praying whoever—Aladdin or Squirt—wouldn't be hit.
But then he saw it. A shift of a shadow. Like someone rolling ...
The gunfire petered out as a body plummeted the eight feet to the ground. Aladdin!
The thud seemed to have supernatural powers as it pounded Max's chest and pushed him back. Away from the window but not far enough that he lost line of sight.
Silence dropped on the Shack.
"Where's Max Jacobs?"
As the question streaked through the warehouse, Max registered a red glow in the far corner. Even as he noticed it, he heard a beep. Another. His gaze darted to the source of the noise. Two men were walking the perimeter, their M16s dangling as they raised their arms and pressed something against the supports. Arms lowered and the men stepped back revealing gray bricks with wires.
Gotta stop this. Do something. His gaze collided with Cowboy's. The big lug gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head.
Max's nostrils flared as he wrestled with what to do.
How do they know our names?
"Dead," someone answered.
Pulled back into the shadows, Max clenched his eyes and bit down on his tongue. Dighton was dead. What about Aladdin—had he survived the fall?
Sirens wailed in the distance.
"Load 'em up."
"What about Jacobs?"
"Outta time." The leader left as the gunmen dragged the team out of the building.
Stealthily, Max held on to the box and sprinted the length of the hall to the side of the Shack. In the conference room, he plunged toward the window. Craned his neck to peek out. Three vehicles—twin white vans and a black town car.
The guys were loaded into the van and one into the car.
The leader shifted, held something out, then it wavered.
Max spun around, searching for an out. Doors. Only one way down—the stairs. But they led to the bay, which would be engulfed.
Windows. Overlooked the dock. The canal. It was January. The water would be brutally cold. His split-second assessment told him no matter what route he took, it'd be deadly. Despite his training, if he didn't find shelter out of the water once he broke surface, he'd die an ice cube. If he stayed, he'd die a fireball.
Good thing SEALs are insulated against cold water.
Max vaulted toward the window, hurtling the computer through the window. The glass shattered as a violent force blasted through the air. It lifted him. Up ... up ... Flipped him. Searing pain sliced through his arm. Heat stroked his back and legs. Fire chased him out of the building. Into the night.
Another wave slammed into him. Threw him backward. Toward the water.
Something punched his gut. Knocked the breath from his lungs.
Bright white lit the night. Blinded him. Then—almost instantaneously—black. Pure black. And he was falling ... down ... down....CHAPTER 2
Shanganagh Cemetery Shankill, Dublin Ireland
Life and death had much in common with the clump of dirt in her hand: They were cold and hard. What difference did it make to be alive? Other than the fact one could sense the hurt, the pain that infected this world. On the other side—if one believed that sort of thing—you didn't care about those toiling through time. Pain was abandoned. Hardships forgotten. People loved a distant memory. Sorrow gone. Respite found.
You lucked out this time, Tina.
Squatting beside the mound of dirt, Kazi Faron rubbed the earthen material between her fingers. The pieces fell from her palm and were carried away by the wind. Just like life. Rubbed the wrong way, it vanished.
She stared down at the narrow angular box. A bitter wind swirled and nipped at her cheeks as she lingered, ignoring the shovel-wielding men huddled against the frigid weather, waiting to fill in the hole.
Waiting to fill the hole.
One that would never be filled.
Her breath puffed. Snowflakes danced and fluttered, a final peaceful adieu to the woman who would never draw another breath. Never feel the cold air. Never give another caustic laugh. Never ... nothing.
Kazi closed her eyes and let out an agonizing breath. It should have been me. Molars clamped, she shoved down the torrent of emotions ready to regurgitate her fury. Her throat burned. Tears stung her eyes.
A blast of icy air whipped at her. Poking her, pointing out her guilt. White flakes, fat and plentiful, freezing her heart. Her soul.
A strange peace encompassed her, steeling her with purpose.
Another gust of wind, pushed up off the coast, whipped at the land on the other side of the tall hedgerow on the far end of the cemetery, hitting her. And with it came a laugh. Kazi blinked and looked around the rows of headstones, pulse hopscotching at the sound. "Tina?" The name was out before the idiocy of saying it registered.
The dead don't talk.
But memories lived forever. And Tina's laugh ... Annoying and infectious, it'd rippled through the club on their first meeting, drawing Kazi to her. It'd been her luck to have to rout her accomplice from a steampunk club in the middle of London.
"And who are you to be tellin' me what I'd be doing? The Queen Mum?" The girl's shrill voice carried easily over the throbbing music. She leaned across a beefy man and grabbed a glass of white foam-topped black liquid and took a gulp.
"Shut up and move" had been the reply quickest on Kazi's tongue. But she thought better of it, spotting the bulge under the arm of the oaf. A weapon.
"Her first cousin, twice removed, then added again." Kazi had never taken cheek from anyone. She wouldn't from this wiry girl with nose and eyebrow piercings. But she needed her for the gig. Carrick had insisted on them pairing to finish the job. "Her paramour, Lord Carrick himself, says we need to talk."
Slowly as the girl's gaze roamed Kazi's conservative black jeans, black jacket, and cross-trainers, the smile and amusement drifted away on the thumping bass that vibrated the cement floor. Even amid the raucous noise of the nightlife, the sound of the girl's glass slamming against the table drew the gazes of those around them. She pushed to her feet, albeit wobbly.
Great, a drunk.
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Bombs explode. Glass breaks. People are shot, kidnapped, and drugged. From the beginning of this book, I could envision it being made into my husband's favorite type of film--an action film. However, I did not like it. I have not read the earlier books in the series, and perhaps this is why this novel was difficult for me to understand. I felt lost until the sixth chapter. There are many characters and many settings which got confusing to this reader. For example, "... the sniffling of Melanie Vaughn Sands, grieving the loss of her brother as well as the father of her children" (334). Did two men die or did Melanie bear her brother's children? I appreciate the author writing without resorting to profanity, but why substitute with "Son of a batch of cookies"(320)? Wouldn't it have been better to state, "he swore" or "he cursed"? Those who enjoyed the earlier titles in this series will no doubt appreciate this concluding novel. Discussion questions are included. Thank you to FirstWildCard and Ronie Kendig for my copy.
Emotionally. Wrung. Out. That's how I feel. The high's and low's are extreme and adrenaline inducing. While my head is spinning from all the action and pounding from the tears, I'm telling myself this isn't real. It didn't happen. Really? It seemed real. Gut-wrenchingly so. I thought nothing could outdo Wolfsbane in this series. I was wrong. Firethorn, while not heavy on romance, brought together two people who seem so opposite but who have so many hidden similarities. Griffin is one tough dude. Kazi is one tough chick. Normally I would say it was a pleasure to watch their relationship unfold but pleasure is too tame a word. It was explosive. Literally :) The imagery is stunning! In between blistering dialog, the author uses short, bullet-like phrases spattered across the pages that kept me in an elevated state of expectation. Every step of the way I thought I was right there, witnessing the events as they unfolded. At just the right moment there would be a flash of humor to help release the tension before plunging me back into breathlessness. There are twists and turns that I couldn't have dreamed of. Just who is the bad guy? Let me tell you, there's more than one. In the words of MI: ¿Your mission, should you choose to accept it,¿ is to stay focused, don't let anyone interrupt your reading time, have some tissue nearby, maybe an MRE (just in case you can't put the book down) and enjoy this final thrill ride into the lives and loves of our Discarded Heroes! An astounding conclusion to a series that will live on forever in my memory. I was provided an advanced galley review copy through NetGalley months ago but had trouble reading it on my computer. No fault of NetGalley. They're great! When I saw that the author was having a contest on her website I entered to win a print copy and won. So, a big thank you to Ronie Kendig for my paperback copy. I was not required to write a positive review, just my opinion of the book. No other compensation was received.
Action and more action would describe Firethorn when someone wants the special reconnaissance team dead. The team faces great danger bravely. I have not read the earlier books in this series and had difficulty keeping all of the team members and locations straight but it was still a very interesting book. I would recommend Firethorn to others who want lots of fast-paced action. I won my copy of Firetorn in a giveaway by Toni Shiloh.
FIRETHORN is the finale to the Disarded Heroes series about the Nightshade team. This is the story of Griffin, the big guy that helped Olin Lambert, the Old Man, put the team together. Griffin was unfairly charged and found guilty of killing a congressman that he happened upon after someone else killed the man. He was sentenced to a supermax prison facility. At the beginning of the story, the remaining team is returning to the Shack after a mission when they are attacked by an unknown group of assailants. Everyone is taken away as prisoners but Max and Squirt, who escaped and are on the run. Someone is out to get the team and they know each person on the team by name even though their identities are supposed to be a secret. Even Olin and his wife are forced to disappear. Before he does disappear, Olin hires Kazi, an undercover operative, to break Griffin out of prison to help recover the team members. Griffin doesn't want to be broken out of prison because he is an honorable man and even though falsely imprisoned wants to do what is right but he knows that the Old Man would not have hired Kazi to break him out unless there was a major problem so he goes with her. Max calls Sydney and uses a code to let her know to go underground. All of the wives of the team members are with her in a secret cabin when they are attacked. Olin sends a team to get the families out and to a secure location as they are being attacked. The big question is who is doing this and why? Who can be trusted? These characters are real people by this time to me and I am worried about what seems an impossible task to recover these heroes and reunite them with their families and each other. Olin has a team of trusted computer people working to locate the men so once Griffin and Kazi leave the prison, they are on their way to get Aladdin and then Colton. What a wild ride this book takes you on! I hate to see the series end and it has a little bit of a surprise ending. Ronie Kendig does not disappoint. I have read the series straight through. I plan to pick up something lighter next because I can't completely close this series from my mind.
Guess what? Part 14 is out at pol! Go and read it, but FIRST WRITE MOAR!! (I spelled that wrong on purpose)
Don't want to give away a plot or ending but this is the possible conclusion to the series... For now anyway. A must read for all fans of the series.
Action and romance that won't let you put it down. Excitement from beginning to end.
I read this right after reading Wolfsbane (didn't realize until after I had Firethorn that I had missed reading Wolfsbane). You have to keep reading to find out who wants to take down this team which has gone places no one else would. In doing so they have made powerful enemies. By nature of the reason each is available for the team they have worked through or are working through difficult things in their past. I have to admit this one had twists I didn't see coming. I can understand why the series came to an end, but still sad to see it go. She does wrap some things up, so that was good.
My first time reading Ronie Kendig, but certainly not my last. Loved, loved, loved this book. It wasn't necessary to have read books one, two, and three, but this one just wet my appetite to go back and devour them as well. Love finding great authors that are new to me.
Having read Digitalis, Wolfsbane and Firethorn in one month, I became very attached to the Nightshade team. I loved all the books in this series. Ronie Kendig's writing is full action. You can hardly find the right time to stop to go to bed. So be warned not to start reading any of her books shortly before bed time, or you will loose sleep! The shack was attacked and the Nightshade team was captured and seperated. Kazi is hired by Lambert to get the team members back from all corners of the world. First she frees Griffin from the prison and together they are trying to retrieve the other men. They face many dangers. Griffin is surprised in Kazi--this small lady is capable of great things. Griffin "Legend" Riddell is a big guy with secrets he didn't tell his team members. Kazi wants to keep her past and identity to herself, because she doesn't trust anyone. Both Griffin and Kazi are hurting, because of the things they keep hidden. When they get to work together they must learn to trust each other. Unlike the other books in this series we also read a lot about the other team members--that's why it's best to read the other books in this series first. It's great to see all the men back with their families. A perfect ending to this great series! *I received a copy of this book from NetGalley and was not required to write a positive review.*
Once again, Ronie Kendig has written a fast-paced, action-packed adventure in the Discarded Heroes series. Volume #4, Firethorn, is the best one yet. That’s not to say the others weren’t excellent reads. I enjoyed every one of them. In Firethorn, Griffin Riddell, one of the Nightshade operatives, has been set up for a murder he didn’t commit, and lands in a maximum security prison, unable to prove his innocence. Covert operative, Kazi Faron, has been hired to reassemble Nightshade. Part of doing that is breaking Griffin out of prison. But as they race to rescue other members of Nightshade, and discover the traitor who wants the team dismantled, love begins to bloom. But distrust looms between them. Both harbor secrets from their pasts, but Kazi has one that could get them all killed. These two characters are so dimensional. I think they’re the best I’ve seen in some time. I really liked how Ronie showed us the pain each had experienced, but tamped down inside to avoid vulnerability. Yet, they did remain vulnerable, which kept them real. I applaud how the race issue was handled between the characters, which was treated as if it were no issue at all (not an issue with me, but society sometimes sees it that way). The story was written in such a way that demonstrated not only how much we need the Lord, but that, no matter what has happened in the past, we shouldn’t close ourselves off from other people, and distrust everyone we meet. If we trust Jesus, we’ll be able to discern who is trustworthy, and who is not. A fantastic read!
I have read all of the Ronie Kendig "Discarded Heroes" series and each one is good reading....execllent take on personalities and military ops.
BLOWN AND DISMANTLED! NIGHTSHADE IS READY TO REPAY THE FAVOR! The Nightshade group are recouping in The Shack when they find themselves infiltrated and fired upon. No matter where they hid, they were found out except for Max and Dighton. Not only are they infiltrated, their complex is imploded. The men are then scattered all over the world. Who? How? The Shack was secure! Nightshade team member, Griffin Riddell (aka “Legend”), finds himself in a maximum security prison, charged with the murder of a Senator. He never saw it coming. And he didn’t do it. Kazi Faron, a covert operative, is brought in to break Griffin out of the penitentiary–and she’s successful! Though she tends to be a loner, she’s a fireball that gets the work done despite the odds and dangers. From this point on, Ronie Kendig, in Firethorn, has us traveling all over the world with Legend and Kazi, tracking down the Nightshade team. All have their own dilemmas to escape. It’s a fast-paced, quick-changing twist of events. Just like Ronie’s first three novels, this one does not let up on the action. You can’t let yourself lull over a particular rescue, as she jumps to another. The scenarios are interspersed, which demand that you stay just as alert as her characters. Though interspersed, they all intertwine in a fashion only Ronie can pull off. The touchy romance between Griffin and Kazi is threatened by their distrust, events and her past. But you’ll find yourself loving every minute, wondering if they will make a couple or not. Nothing is guaranteed. Though faith is interwoven into Ronie’s books, and it’s relevant and important to each member, it’s not an ‘in your face’ message. It’s the daily living out of their faith. You can read these books out of order, but it’s more interesting reading from beginning to end. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed. I am disappointed the series has ended with Firethorn, however. I could see another book at the end of this one! Ronie considers herself an Army brat, but it’s those experiences that bring depth, accuracy and meaning to each of her books. Special thanks to Ronie Kendig for sending me a review copy. No monetary compensation was exchanged.
I read the entire discarded hero series, yet this book, although entertaining & gripping, it was a jumble of activity. The action changed from place to place so often, between many of the characters that is was a ball of confusion and interfered with the true enjoyment of an excellent story.
The Discarded Heroes series has been one WILD ride! And I, for one, am sad to see it end. I fell in love with all the macho heroes who made up the covert Nightshade team. I cheered for them when they rescued victims and fought for justice, I trembled for them when their lives hung in the balance, I laughed at their boyish antics, cried at their pain and internal struggles, and smiled as each one fell madly in love! Each man waged his own battle with himself and with God. But what a joy it was to see God's love bring them out the other side stronger and wiser. Ms Kendig knows her stuff. Her tag line is rapid-fire fiction and don't kid yourself, that's just what you get. I felt like I was a special-ops agent myself! Thankfully, thanks to Ms. Kendig, I could capture bad guys from the warmth of my own house. LOL. I'm looking forward to whatever this fabulous author writes next!
Great thriller. Although this is the final book in a series that I haven't read, I was pleased to find that it stood on it's own. I will definitely be purchasing the preceding books. The story was seen through the eyes of one of the members of a black ops solder and through the eyes of a woman who broke him out of prison. Ronnie has based all the previous books on an aspect of PTS and this time it was on the fact that it's not only those who serve in wars but also those who suffer in abusive homes who have PTS. The story flowed with lots of involvement from all members of the team and their families across several nations. Excitement reigned supreme with some surprising and not surprising results. All in all an excellent book to read.
I don’t usually read suspense novels, for the same reason I don’t ride roller coasters: I don’t like my heart in my throat. And that’s exactly where my heart was from page one of Firethorn. The love story is dribbled out in this “romantic suspense” book; the suspense clearly predominates. The book is a thrill ride from the get-go. The characters are adrenaline junkies in the purest sense, but they are richly drawn with deep backstories. Due to their troubled pasts, both Griffin and Kazi, the protagonists, have trouble with trust and faith. In this area, this is not a traditional “Christian fiction” novel (nor are any of Kendig’s novels), where everyone is always happy and polite and spiritually mature. But the characters behave like all of us. They are not perfect. They stumble and make mistakes and struggle with life. For me, that makes the book all the more enjoyable. By the end they have grown, closer to God and closer to each other. I hadn’t read any of the previous three Nightshade novels, but I was able to enjoy and keep up with Firethorn all the same. There are at least three subplots that are all tied together by the end of the book, which at first made it a little difficult for me to keep track of, but by the finale made for quite a satisfying resolution. I highly recommend Firethorn. I have already started one of the first three. I received a complimentary copy of the book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Review: Firethorn by Ronie Kendig 5 STARS Firethorn is the last book of the Discarded Heroes series. I have now read only 2 of the 4 but they don't disapoint at all. I liked the book except the part that brought me to tears. Discarded Heroes is about a special black ops team. They are loyal but have some problems and thier families don't all know they are serving are country still. This last book opens with their team under attack at their secret base and some are taken two get out of building before its bombed. Max Jacobs was Navy Seal, Canyon Metcalf was Army Special Forces, Colton Neeley was Marine, Griffen Riddell was Marne, Marshall Vaughn was Army Ranger, John Dighton Navy Seal, Azzan Yasr and General Olin Lambert member of Joint Chiefs of Staff For the past 6 months Griffen Riddell has been locked up prison for killing a U.S. Senator. He has been in isolation because he is very dangerous with his training he is also innocent. The General does not know who took his team but he sent someone to break Griffen out of prison so he can help rescue his team. Kazi who goes by lots of different alias. She does not trust Griffen and he does not know her and hates working in the dark. His team has spread out around the world. They only have a week before Azzan his killed in the middle east. Their is a lot intrique and you don't know who to trust and why the team was taken out. Could not put the book down. I would love to read the first two books of the series. I was given this ebook to read in exchange of honest reviews from Netgalley. 01/01/2012 PUB Barbour Publishing, Inc.
I was thrilled the opportunity to read and review Digitalis, the second in the Discarded Heroes series, and was really looking forward to reading her latest book. It did not disappoint. From the very beginning to the very end, this book is chock-full of adventure and adrenalin. The members of Team Nightshade have been framed and split up and this book details how one little blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl, Kazi Faron, with the help of a battered Griffin Riddell, helps bring them all back together. And Griffin, code name Firethorn, is not the only one who's injured. She's battling her own demons and trust issues. But she and Firethorn have help from above and it's this faith-inspiring quality of Ronie's writing that really makes this novel a great read. I love the action in this book, but my favorite part is the complexity of all the characters. Each member of Nightshade, and their families, are recalled in this last book of the series. And each member adds so much to the story. From the light-hearted Kid to the serious Max, each one of these characters are true-to-life. And the most inspiring changes are in the main characters, Kazi and Griffin, as they learn to rely on God and each other. Loved it!
If you like action then this book is for you. Firethorn is intense from beginning to end with exceptional fight scenes and superb drama. The writing is exceptional and quite amazing considering how many things were going on. If you're looking for a light read then this book is not for you. Be prepared for a wild ride in this conclusion to the Discarded Heroes series.
Ever been on Rockin’ Rollercoaster at Disney’s MGM park? If you have, you’ll know what to expect from Firethorn. If you haven’t, you’ll feel like it once you’ve finished this book. Out of the chute at sixty mph, twists and turns in the dark, Firethorn begins with a bang and doesn’t let up. Nothing is off limits in this book. Not the men we’ve gotten to know, their families, or the people they meet along the way. Firethorn takes you across the globe and into multiple character’s minds, never releasing the adrenaline rush that starts at the beginning, wrapping it all with suspense, thrills and romance—yep, this book’s got heart. And it’s why I loved it. Why I love Ronie Kendig’s books. Firethorn is the last in the Discarded Heroes series, and while I am immensely sad to see these guys go, all good things must come to an end. It’s always hard to let go of a series that pulls you in as deeply as this one did, but Ronie has done it well. A tear, a smile, a satisfied sigh as I closed the last page, this series will remain on my bookshelf for years to come. If you haven’t read Discarded Heroes, you definitely don’t have to start at book one, but you’ll be cheating yourself out of one giant ride if you don’t. Nightshade is where it all began, Firethorn is where it ends, and don’t miss the action in the middle. Enjoy!