The Survivor (Mitch Rapp Series #14)

The Survivor (Mitch Rapp Series #14)

by Vince Flynn, Kyle Mills


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A blistering novel that picks up where The Last Man left off, The Survivor is a no-holds-barred race to save America…and Mitch Rapp’s finest battle.

When Rick Rickman, a former golden boy of the CIA, steals a massive amount of the Agency’s most classified documents in an elaborately masterminded betrayal of his country, CIA director Irene Kennedy has no choice but to send her most dangerous weapon after him: elite covert operative Mitch Rapp.

Rapp quickly dispatches the traitor, but Rickman proves to be a deadly threat to America even from beyond the grave. Eliminating Rickman didn’t solve all of the CIA’s problems—in fact, mysterious tip-offs are appearing all over the world, linking to the potentially devastating data that Rickman managed to store somewhere only he knew.

It’s a deadly race to the finish as both the Pakistanis and the Americans search desperately for Rickman’s accomplices, and for the confidential documents they are slowly leaking to the world. To save his country from being held hostage to a country set on becoming the world’s newest nuclear superpower, Mitch Rapp must outrun, outthink, and outgun his deadliest enemies yet.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781476783451
Publisher: Atria/Emily Bestler Books
Publication date: 10/06/2015
Series: Mitch Rapp Series , #14
Pages: 400
Product dimensions: 6.40(w) x 9.30(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

#1 New York Times bestselling author Vince Flynn (1966–2013) created one of contemporary fiction’s most popular heroes: CIA counterterrorist agent Mitch Rapp, featured in thirteen of Flynn’s acclaimed political thrillers. All of his novels are New York Times bestsellers, including his stand-alone debut novel, Term Limits. The Mitch Rapp story begins with American Assassin, followed by Kill Shot, Transfer of Power, The Third Option, Separation of Power, Executive Power, Memorial Day, Consent to Kill, Act of Treason, Protect and Defend, Extreme Measures, Pursuit of Honor, and The Last Man.

His novels have been published in twenty countries worldwide, and have sold more than one million copies as ebooks. He was a native of Saint Paul, Minnesota, where his family lives. Visit his website at

Kyle Mills is the New York Times bestselling author of twelve books, including the latest in Robert Ludlum’s Covert-One series, The Ares Decision. Growing up in Oregon, Washington, DC, and London as the son of an FBI agent, Kyle absorbed an enormous amount about the Bureau, giving his novels their unique authenticity. He and his wife live in Wyoming where they spend their off hours rock climbing and backcountry skiing.

Read an Excerpt

Istanbul, Turkey
Scott Coleman turned away from the color monitor and glanced right. The panel van seemed almost like a toy by American standards, barely large enough to get him and his surveillance gear in the back. Even tighter was the front seat, where Joe Maslick’s two-hundred-and-twenty-pound frame was wedged behind the wheel. Raindrops were collecting on the windshield, blurring ancient row houses and a street narrow enough that passing required having two wheels on the sidewalk.
After days on the move in a city where good driving etiquette meant clipping fewer than three people a week, they’d resigned themselves to the impossibility of staying with a pedestrian target. Since then, they’d been bouncing from illegal parking space to illegal parking space trying to maximize their surveillance camera’s signal strength. No small feat in a city constructed almost entirely of stone.
“How you doing up there, Joe?”
It was a lie, of course. But it was the expected lie.
In fact, the former Delta soldier had recently been shot in a Kabul ambush that had left twenty-one Afghan cops dead, put Mitch Rapp way too close to an explosion of his own making, and forced an agonizing alliance with Louis Gould, the assassin who had killed Rapp’s family.
Maslick should have been at home rehabbing his shoulder, but he’d insisted on being included on this op. It was a tough call, but Coleman had decided to bring him along. The docs were concerned about permanent nerve damage, but sometimes it was better to get back in the saddle as soon as possible. Before doubt started to creep in.
“Glad to hear you’re having such a good time. Right now our feed looks solid, moving north on a pretty open street. We should be able to stay here for a little while, but be ready to move.”
Maslick’s one-word answers had nothing to do with what must have been the considerable pain in his shoulder. He’d always resisted stringing more than two or three together unless it was absolutely necessary.
Coleman refocused his attention on the screen secured to the side of the van. The image rocked wildly as the purse the camera was hidden in swung from its owner’s hand. Sky. A feral cat lounging on a Dumpster. Thick ankles overflowing a pair of sensible shoes.
The legs and Hush Puppies belonged to Bebe Kincaid, a plump, grey-haired woman who was the most unlikely employee of his company, SEAL Demolition and Salvage. She’d spent much of her life as a surveillance expert at the FBI based on two considerable natural gifts. First, her bland features, formless figure, and slightly bowed shuffle made her as anonymous as a fire hydrant. But more importantly, she had a photographic memory.
 It was a label that was often thrown around to describe people who didn’t forget much, but Bebe was the rare real thing. In fact, it was her flawless memory that had gotten her eased into early retirement by the FBI’s psychologists. The older she got, the more she struggled to differentiate between things that had happened yesterday and things that had happened years—even decades—ago. To her, the memories were all equally vivid. Perhaps not Bureau material anymore, but Mitch Rapp had been on the phone to her before she’d even finished cleaning out her desk.
Coleman had to admit that he’d been a little irritated when a woman who reminded him of his mother showed up at his company’s purposely nondescript door to thank him not only for the job but for the generous mental health benefits. As usual, though, Rapp had been right. Bebe was worth her considerable weight in gold.
Coleman glanced at a second screen that displayed a satellite image of Istanbul with a single blue dot representing Bebe’s position. It suddenly took a hard left and started down a set of stairs toward the waterfront. “Okay, Joe. She’s turned east and we’re going to lose her. Can we close in?”
“Old lady gets around,” Maslick said, grudging respect audible beneath his irritation at having to wade back into city traffic.
Coleman smiled as they pulled away from the curb. His men were all former special forces, primarily SEALs, Delta, and Recon marines. With the right set of support hose, though, he wasn’t sure that Bebe couldn’t run them all into the ground.
He wedged a foot against his state-of-the-art electronics to keep them from shifting as the van struggled up a rain slickened hill. On the main monitor Bebe’s camera swept briefly across the man they were following. He wasn’t much to look at. Five foot eight, a slight Asian tilt to his features, and a mediocre suit pulled closed at the front against the rain. In reality, though, Vasily Zhutov was the CIA’s highest-placed mole in Russia’s Foreign Intelligence Service. Code-named Sitting Bull, he was among the agency’s most critical and hard-won assets.
The problem was that no one was sure if his identity was still a secret. Worse, it wasn’t just his cover that had potentially been blown: it was the cover of virtually every CIA asset recruited in the last quarter century. Teams like Coleman’s had been deployed across the globe—spread way too thin and able to do little more than make educated guesses as to who might be targeted.
And it was all because of one man: the late Joseph “Rick” Rickman.
Rickman had been stationed in Jalalabad for the last eight years and had pretty much run the CIA’s side of the war in Afghanistan. Word was that he had an IQ just north of two hundred, and based on Coleman’s interactions with the man, he had no reason to dispute that figure.
The better part of a billion dollars had flowed through Rickman’s hands over the years, funding weapons purchases and construction projects, bribing local politicians, and God knew what else. Rick had a relationship with virtually every player in the country and had an uncanny ability to track the complex forces tearing the region apart. If asked about the economic effect of the heroin trade on the insurgency, he could lecture like a Harvard PhD. Conversely, asked about some dispute between two mountain villages no one had ever heard of, he’d speak with equal authority about how it had all started with an arranged marriage a hundred and forty years ago. The only person at the Agency who could even hope to keep up with what was going on in that man’s head was Irene Kennedy, and she had too many other things on her plate to try.
Unfortunately, the house of cards Rickman had built all came crashing down last month when the man completely lost his mind. Whether it was the pressure of the job, family problems, or just the chaos and hopelessness of Afghanistan, no one knew. What they did know, though, was that Rickman had hatched a plot with Akhtar Durrani, the deputy general of Pakistan’s ISI, to betray the CIA and the people he’d fought beside for his entire career.
Rickman had killed his bodyguards and faked his own kidnapping, going so far as to release a gut-wrenching video of him being tortured by two men posing as Muslim extremists. It had been like setting off a bomb in the U.S. intelligence community. With his incredible intellect and decades of CIA ops under his belt, there was no way for anyone to know what information he was privy to and how much of it he’d give up when the hot pokers came out. Panic ensued, with countless undercover assets requesting extraction, demanding asylum at U.S. embassies, and generally drawing a lot of unwanted attention to America’s spy network.
During his faked interrogation, Rickman had blurted out a number of names, but one in particular had generated a wave of dread in Langley: Sitting Bull. Russia hadn’t been Rick’s theater of operation, and the identity of the man was one of the CIA’s most closely held secrets. Was it a red herring? Nothing more than a couple meaningless words he’d overheard and socked away in that magnificent brain of his? Or had he actually gotten hold of enough information to compromise the Russian?
It was the question Coleman was in Istanbul to answer.
Zhutov turned left into an alley, and Bebe hung back. Istanbul’s streets were generally packed with people this time of afternoon, but they were moving into a neighborhood made up of dilapidated, unoccupied houses. Based on the shaky camera feed, there were only a couple people on the street.
“Joe,” Coleman said. “Are you watching the map? He’s cutting through the alley in front of Bebe. Can we get ahead of him?”
“Maybe. Lots of traffic,” Maslick muttered, rerouting onto the sidewalk to get around a delivery truck.
“Bebe, we’re coming around,” Coleman said into a microphone clipped to his collar. “Give that alley a miss and take the one to its south. They end up on the same square.”
“One south. Roger that.”
The money was good, but Coleman was starting to wonder how much longer he could stand being stuck on a surveillance detail that was looking more and more like a waste of time. Both Rickman and Durrani were dead, which should have been the end of it. On the other hand, it didn’t pay to underestimate Rickman’s ability to plan fifteen steps ahead. Everyone at the Agency believed that there was more classified information floating around than what the world had seen on the torture video Rickman posted to the Internet. Kennedy had gone one step further, though. She was concerned that Rickman might have figured out a way to keep his vendetta against the Agency moving forward from beyond the grave. It seemed a little paranoid to Coleman, but then, he was just a soldier. Better to leave the strategizing to Kennedy and Rapp. They were good at it.
“Scott,” Bebe said over the radio. “Are you getting this?”
The swinging image that Coleman had gotten so accustomed to stabilized as Bebe aimed the purse-mounted camera toward a man wearing a leather jacket and jeans. He was lighting a cigarette and looked pretty much like the other million or so Turks his age living in the city.
“I’ve seen him before,” Bebe said. “Two days ago. By the trolley up on the shopping street. He came out of a store and followed the subject for six and a half blocks before turning off.”
Coleman cursed under his breath as the man started casually down the alley the Russian had disappeared into. Normally this was when he’d ask if she was certain, but there was no point. As far as anyone could tell, Bebe had never made a mistake with regard to a face.
“What do you think, Bebe? Any chance it could be a coincidence?”
“Million to one.”
“Okay. Continue to the next alley and let’s see if this guy trades off to someone else you recognize.”
 “On it,” she said.
Coleman reached for a secure satellite phone feeling a vague sense of foreboding. Rapp was not going to be happy.

The Farm
Near Harpers Ferry, West Virginia, USA
The safe house was beginning to take on the feeling of a prison for Kennedy. She’d sat through too many of these post-operation debriefings to begin to count, but over her thirty-plus-year career at the CIA it was safe to say the number was in the triple digits. The pungent scent of cigarettes, too much coffee, not enough sleep, and too few workouts combined to throw off an all-too-familiar smell. For her part she got to leave. Had to, really. As director of the CIA she couldn’t simply vanish for a week straight.
She spent almost all her days locked behind the soundproof door of her seventh-floor office at Langley trying to sort out the mess that had come to be known as the Rickman Affair. And even that had raised some eyebrows. The damage was bad, as it always was with this type of thing, but the question was how bad.
Kennedy didn’t fault Rapp for killing her Near East Black Ops Chief. Getting him out of Pakistan would have proved problematic, especially after that duplicitous bastard Lieutenant General Durrani, was killed. Even so, had Rapp managed to keep Rickman alive they would have been left with a man whose twisted intellect was capable of sowing so many seeds of disinformation and dissent that the CIA would have been eating itself from the inside out by the time he was done. No, they were all better off with Rickman out of the picture. As Hurley was fond of saying, “Dead men tell no lies.”
They also offered no information, which was what Kennedy had been trying to assess during the days locked behind her door. Rapp had recovered a laptop as well as some hard drives from General Durrani’s house. They were Rickman’s, and her best people were poring over the encrypted CIA files trying to determine what assets, operatives, and agents may have been compromised. One operation, due to its current sensitivity, had her particularly worried, and there were already some signs that things might be going off the tracks, which in this case was a very appropriate metaphor.
“What are we going to do with him?”
Kennedy slowly closed the red file on the kitchen table, removed her brown glasses, and rubbed her tired eyes.
Mike Nash set a fresh cup of tea in front of her and took a seat.
“Thank you.” After a moment she added, “I’m not sure what we’re going to do with him. I’ve left it up to those two for now.”
Nash looked out the sliding glass door, where night was falling on Mitch Rapp and Stan Hurley. Kennedy had forced them to go outside to smoke. Nash couldn’t tell, but they probably were also drinking bourbon or something brown. “I don’t mean Gould. I mean I care about what we do with him, but for the moment, I’m more worried about what we’re going to do with Mitch.”
Kennedy was growing tired of this. She’d talked to their resident shrink about the tension between Nash and Rapp, and for the most part they were on the same page. Rapp was Nash’s senior by a few years, and through some pretty impressive maneuvering Rapp had been able to end Nash’s covert career. The how and why were a bit complicated, but in the end it was plainly a noble gesture. Nash had a wife and four kids, and Rapp didn’t want to see all that thrown away on a dangerous life that someone else could handle. Nash for his part felt betrayed by Rapp. Their closeness was a natural casualty as Rapp began to share fewer and fewer operational details with his friend who now spent his time at Langley and on Capitol Hill.
“I know you’re worried,” Kennedy said, but you have to stop trying to control him. Trust me, I’ve spent twenty years trying, and the best I can do is nudge him in a general direction.”
Nash frowned. “He’s going to end up just like Stan. A bitter, lonely old man who’s dying of lung cancer. Look at him . . . even now he can’t put those damn things down.”
“Don’t judge, Mike,” Kennedy said with a wary tone. “He’s been through a lot. How he chooses to go out is no one’s business other than his own.”
“But Mitch . . . it’s as plain as day. That’s the road he’s heading down.”
Kennedy thought about it for a long moment, taking a sip of tea. “We’re not all made for white picket fences and nine-to-five jobs. He most certainly isn’t.”
“No, but each time he goes out the odds are stacked against him.”
“I used to think so.” Kennedy smiled. “And then I came to a very simple conclusion . . .”
“What’s that?”
“He’s a survivor.”

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wasn't sure what to expect from this book since Vince passed away before it was completed. I have to say that I was beyond pleasantly surprised. I couldn't stop reading it! Excellent work! I am so happy that Mitch Rapp's story (and therefore Vince Flynn's story) will continue on. Excellent work! I can't wait for the next book!
StevePilger More than 1 year ago
I am a kool-aid drinking devotee of Vince’s professional work and admirer of his personal beliefs and accomplishments as a man. Not only was his death a terrible blow to his family and friends, it cheated his selfish readers out of more Mitch Rapp adventures. I was skeptical about another writer completing “The Survivor”, so I became a Mitch Rapp Ambassador to get an early look. I read my advance review copy as soon as it arrived but spent too much time trying to decipher Vince’s words from Kyle Mills’. I read it a second time but as a reader, not a censor. My skepticism was replaced by excitement. The story is true to what hardcore Rapp followers expect and gives us some things to contemplate as roles change. Mills has done a wonderful job of extending Vince’s spirit through the pages of this book. This selfish reader can’t wait for the next adventure.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another Mitch Rapp adventure. Well done by Kyle.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the self-introspection by Mitch and the juxtaposition of his character and that of Stan.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was very nervous about buying this book. I have tried reading books by people who have tried to carry on after the original author has passed away. I have always been disappointed, until now. This book is excellent and just like when Vince was writing them, I can not put it down. I haven't even finished it but had to post a review for all my fellow Mitch Rapp/Vince Flynn fans. Feel safe & buy this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read. MIT have at his best doing the tough things we secretly wish we could do. Vince has to be looking down and smiling knowing he selected a fine writer to carry on his vision. I look forward to future Mitch Rapp adventures.
BasingstoneBook More than 1 year ago
When I started this book I actually wondered if I could finish it. The first fifty or so pages were just a jumble of words before it started to clear and the storyline emerged. From then on it gripped me and entertained me to the end. Mitch Rapp is a top CIA operative tasked with routing out secret files compiled with intent of destroying the agency. It is soon clear the Pakistan intelligence service is competing to get hold of these files. The whole book is a scary view of what the agencies designed to protect Joe Public get up to. Alongside is an even more scary view of American politics and the power hungry politicians. Overall the action is very entertaining in the same vain as Bond with some world domination desires also thrown in. Worth a read but be patient with the start.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was worriedbto might not meetbthe same level as Vince Flynn's previous books, however it was a great read. Felt just like one of Rapp's other adventures .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Mitch Rapp is back. Because of the untimely and very sad passing of Vince Flynn, Kyle Mills agreed to pick up the franchise. He doesn't miss a beat. His style of writing mimics Vince, his plot lines are consistent and his subtly introduction of surprises might be better than previous books. Virtually impossible to tell this book was done by anyone other than Vince Flynn, that is in and of itself enough reason to read the book. But if you need more, you may want to skim his last book 'The Last Man", because this one picks up right on the heels of that one. Remember those subtle twists I mentioned, well right off we find out that all those deadly secrets that were supposed to die with Joe Rickman, din't, and off we go. Across the globe with parallel stories this one like all of the Rapp books, will keep you up late, and then up early in the morning to finish it. A must read for fans of this genre.
The_Rappologist More than 1 year ago
Mitch Rapp is back! Kyle Mills is now at the helm, taking over the series in place of Vince Flynn who passed away nearly two years ago, and he delivers a stunningly explosive thriller. The Survivor picks right up from where The Last Man leaves off, two weeks after Mitch Rapp puts a bullet in the head of Joe “Rick” Rickman. Officially, Rickman was a mid-level case officer for the Central Intelligence Agency. Unofficially, he’d spent the previous eight years running the CIA’s black operations in the Islamic Republic – almost singlehandedly running the secret side of the war in Afghanistan. In the previous novel, Rickman staged his own kidnapping and beating, done at the hands of his accomplices to make it look as though Rick was tortured by Islamic terrorists. A video of the staged event was later posted on the internet and featured what appeared to be Rickman breaking at the hands of his tormentors to reveal secrets, including the mysterious name “Sitting Bull.” To cover his tracks, he conjured up a plan to kill Mitch Rapp, the one person he feared would figure out his betrayal and come looking for him. That plan, however, failed. Rapp figured out Rickman’s scheme and killed him, hoping to permanently plug the leak of information. The Survivor kicks off with Rickman already dead, but the threat to the CIA very much still alive. When a highly-valued mole giving information to the CIA is compromised, Mitch learns that Rickman fed the details of their relationship with the CIA to their home country via email just five days prior. That’s a problem, considering the timing of Rickman’s death. When a video message to Rapp and Irene Kennedy, the Director of the CIA, prerecorded by Joe himself in the event that he was found to be a traitor and killed, surfaces: two things are brought to light. Rick knew far more than he was supposed to, and he’d apparently found a way to distribute the damaging information from beyond the grave. It turns out that the leak wasn’t plugged with the bullet inserted into Rickman’s head, and once again Rapp finds himself searching for answers and a way to stop the purging of classified information before any of the CIA’s assets wind up dead. Mills expertly weaves a cast of familiar characters into a fresh, suspenseful and intricate plot that will dazzle fans of the series both old and new. His natural storytelling ability, which garnished praises from the likes of Tom Clancy early in his career, is on full display here. Longtime fans of the Rapp series may have been skeptical about a new author taking over their beloved Mitch Rapp. After all, Vince Flynn did turn Rapp into an annual staple on the New York Times Best Sellers List, penning thirteen novels featuring him as the protagonist. In fact, in the genre of political thrillers, Rapp’s name is tantamount to the likes of Jack Ryan, Jason Bourne, and James Bond. However, upon review of Mills debut Rapp novel, this longtime fan is more than happy to report that there is no disparity between Vince and Kyle’s portrayal of Mitch Rapp. In fact, as someone who has studied the entirety of Vince’s writings and compiled a rather hefty rolodex of notes on almost every conceivable topic, this was the thing I was most paying attention to as I read. In the end, I honestly couldn’t tell where Vince left off, and Kyle began writing. Actually, I’m willing to go a step further and say that The Survivor is one of the best Rapp novels written, certainly now among my top five f
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
While I enjoyed the read as a standalone story, I did not recognize Mitch's character in this book. He was absent! A tough act to follow Vince, I read to the end out of respect for this 'new' author, but I couldn't wait to close the book. Vince Flynn was a fantastic story teller, but there was no story to tell here. It just did not deliver. I will read the next upcoming book because I love to read about Mitch ... since that very first book I picked up all those years ago back in Indiana. That will help me decide if Mitch is dead or alive. Here's hoping! Very best of luck to Kyle! ..... we're all hoping and counting on you!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Long awaited and failed to disappoint
PRPRINCESSRP More than 1 year ago
This book is finally out... I was lucky enough to to have been chosen as an Mitch Rapp Ambassador and was lucky to receive an Advanced Reader’s Edition of this latest Rapp installment, The Survivor, written by Kyle Mills & the Late Vince Flynn. This book is action packed, from beginning to end. For me it was an emotional roller coaster, blood pressure rising, night sweats, you'd swear I was apart of the mission... All in all I laughed, cried, screamed, shrieked, cried, cheered and really enjoyed this latest installment. If you have yet to read Americas best Assassin.... You should. Vince Flynn would have been proud of the out come of this book. ‪#‎MitchRappisback‬ ‪#‎VinceFlynn‬ ‪#‎KyleMills‬ ‪#‎thrillers‬ ‪#‎novels‬ ‪#‎books‬ ‪#‎amreading‬ ‪#‎igreads‬ ‪#‎TheSurvivor‬ ‪#‎MitchRappAmbassador‬ ‪#‎bookworm‬
chad-autio More than 1 year ago
One of the my saddest days when I found out Vince had passed and I thought Mitch as well. This book is well done, Kyle has done a great job, the book flows seamlessly, great pace, and action packed as any other Vince written book. Well done sir!! Mitch is back!!! P.S. Get the movie done!!! ASAP
PhillyG More than 1 year ago
When I learned of the passing of Vince Flynn I thought I was losing another great author and another great character in Mitch Rapp. Upon the news of the Mitch Rapp saga continuing with a new author I was both skeptical and intrigued. I have to say that Kyle Mills did an excellent job with Mitch's character. I did feel that there was a much darker edge to Mitch in this book. The action was well done and I enjoyed the cast of characters back in print; Kennedy, Gould, Coleman etc... While at a few times I felt it wasn't Vince's writing, for the most part it was a great transition into the next chapter of the Mitch Rapp series. I have to say after I read the first chapter which was written by Vince Flynn, I was emotional knowing that was his last work. I highly recommend The Survivor.
AEFredV More than 1 year ago
HE'S BACK! Mitch Rapp returns in the full form in the latest from Vince Flynn/Kyle Mills. Many thought that this day would never come when Vince Flynn passed away in 2013 before he was able to complete The Survivor. But Kyle Mills has proven up to the task and delivered in spades. Once again, the reader is drawn into the world of terrorism, political intrigue and challenged to rethink their perception of world events in this fast paced thriller. From Afghanistan to Russia to Europe and the United States, the race is on to stop the release of information that will cripple the US's covert operations. Mitch must face ghosts from the past to accomplish this mission. This is one book not to be missed.
Nelson More than 1 year ago
I just finished the Vince Flynn book "The Survivor” which is a Mitch Rapp Novel by Kyle Mills. Since Vince Flynn started writing in 1997, I have read all 14 of his books which included 13 in the Mitch Rapp Series. Mitch Rapp is an elite CIA operative. I was quite upset when Vince Flynn died at the age of 47 in 2013 as he was one of my favorite authors. Occasionally when I try a new author, I will struggle to finish the book. Not so with any of the Vince Flynn books. Right from the beginning of every one of his books, I was totally engaged in the story line, and I read each book as quickly as I could. So when I heard that Kyle Mills was going to continue the Mitch Rapp series, I was wondering if he could write to the same quality as Vince Flynn. I was thrilled when I read an advance reader’s edition of “The Survivor” and determined that Kyle Mills has done an incredible job of continuing the Mitch Rapp Series. I couldn’t put the book down. Great job Kyle! I highly recommend “The Survivor”, which will be released on October 6th.. I look forward to more of the Mitch Rapp Series written by Kyle Mills. If you like reading CIA action novels, you will love this book.
Bayhi More than 1 year ago
Spectacular job by Kyle Mills. It's rare when a new author can successfully step in and continue a series but this one works. I felt like I was reading another story by Vince Flynn and I loved the way the ongoing story line was wrapped up. Rejoice Mitch Rapp fans. He's atill with us.
cyalatermd More than 1 year ago
I started the Flynn series about two years ago, on a recommendation from a friend. I started with American Assassin,and by about mid book, I was hooked! I couldn't get enough. I stormed through the first 4-5 books in the series, when I decided one day to do a little reading on the author himself, Me Flynn. Needless to say, I was shocked, when I read that Vince had passed recently. I was sad for several reasons, but one of the reasons was that I was now reading a series that was like an hour glass, with a finite ending. My hope that I could read a new Rapp book every year for the next _____years was gone. Until it wasn't...... When I heard that Vince's family had agreed with Kyle Mills to continue the series, I didn't know much about him. But I was still skeptical. Since I finished the Rapp series, I have tried author after author, series after series, and NONE of them, keep me as enthralled and on the edge of my seat, they way Vince did. So you can see why I was skeptical. Yes I was excited, but my expectations were tepid. Getting to Survivor, I entered a contest to win an advanced readers edition. Lucky for me, I was selected. Nit long after, the book arrived, and still, I was skeptical. So much so, I was actually hesitant to start the book. I wasn't sure would I'd do if I got into the book and it veered off of Vince's path. Finally, on a long business trip, I decided to take the plunge. Not long into the book, I became annoyed with myself that I waited so long (two weeks or so). Reason being, THE BOOK IS FANTASTIC! Kyle Mills absolutely nailed it. Personally, if you'd have taken his name off the cover, I would have thought Vince wrote the book. It's that good. I will say in all sincerity, Survivor is in my top 3 favorites of the series, and as time goes by, it might actually be my all time favorite! So do yourself a favor and go get this book, you will be amazed! Well done Mr Mills, well done. RIP Vince
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Seamless! This one word describe the juxtaposition of two authors corroborating on one novel. I don't know how much Vince completed while writing The Survivor before his tragic passing, but Kyle Mills certainly wove his style into Vince's so that it's impossible to say who wrote what. The opening grabbed my attention and it never wavered. Conflicts abound, with strong character development as we learn even more about what six of our protagonists (Mitch, Stan, Irene, Scott, Mike, and Marcus) do to get through each of the many subplots in typical Vince Flynn fashion, i.e., take no prisoners. All the loose ends are neatly tied up as the story ends, but somehow I feel that Mitch will be called upon again. Continue the march, Kyle. Gary Nash
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent read. Love Mitch Rapp.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Always a great read when it comes to this series!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Rapp excitement continues
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A Must read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'll admit I was a bit skeptical about somebody stepping in to fill Vince Flynn's shoes to write Mitch Rapp however I think a great job has been done. It's a work that I definitely think Mr Flynn would be proud of.