Thrillers & Suspense
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Enemy at the Gates (20) (A Mitch Rapp Novel)
Mitch Rapp, the CIA's top operative, searches for a high-level mole with the power to rewrite the world order in this riveting thriller from #1 New York Times bestselling author Vince Flynn, written by Kyle Mills.
Mitch Rapp has worked for a number of presidents over his career, but Anthony Cook is unlike any he's encountered before. Cunning and autocratic, he feels no loyalty to America's institutions and is distrustful of the influence Rapp and CIA director Irene Kennedy have in Washington.
When Kennedy discovers evidence of a mole scouring the Agency's database for sensitive information on Nicholas Ward, the world's first trillionaire, she assigns Rapp the task of protecting him. In doing so, he finds himself walking an impossible tightrope: Keep the man alive, but also use him as bait to uncover a traitor who has seemingly unlimited access to government secrets.
As the attacks on Ward become increasingly dire, Rapp and Kennedy are dragged into a world where the lines between governments, multinational corporations, and the hyper-wealthy fade. An environment in which liberty, nationality, and loyalty are meaningless. Only the pursuit of power remains.
As "one of the best thriller writers on the planet" (The Real Book Spy), Kyle Mills has created another suspenseful read that not only echoes the America of today, but also offers a glimpse into its possible future.
Mitch Rapp has worked for a number of presidents over his career, but Anthony Cook is unlike any he's encountered before. Cunning and autocratic, he feels no loyalty to America's institutions and is distrustful of the influence Rapp and CIA director Irene Kennedy have in Washington.
When Kennedy discovers evidence of a mole scouring the Agency's database for sensitive information on Nicholas Ward, the world's first trillionaire, she assigns Rapp the task of protecting him. In doing so, he finds himself walking an impossible tightrope: Keep the man alive, but also use him as bait to uncover a traitor who has seemingly unlimited access to government secrets.
As the attacks on Ward become increasingly dire, Rapp and Kennedy are dragged into a world where the lines between governments, multinational corporations, and the hyper-wealthy fade. An environment in which liberty, nationality, and loyalty are meaningless. Only the pursuit of power remains.
As "one of the best thriller writers on the planet" (The Real Book Spy), Kyle Mills has created another suspenseful read that not only echoes the America of today, but also offers a glimpse into its possible future.
Readers Top Reviews
LindiaW IdahoMarl
If you like Brad Thor or Lee Child, you will love Vince Flynn's Mitch Rapp series. Kyle Mills does a fantastic job.
Steve A. RushLind
I enjoyed this story and the way the author put it together. Mitch Rapp finds himself in a world where trust is a thing of the past and betrayal looms in the eyes of someone close to him. Great story. Highly recommended.
The GrammieSteve
The action never stops. The twists & turns never quit coming. The truth behind our transgressors in real life is amazingly articulated with the thoughts and ideas of these seemingly real life characters. Carry on the good with guys. We need more Rapp!
new nameThe Gramm
Vince Flynn started a great series with Mitch Rapp . His death was tragicly unfair. Kyle Mills has done a great job for all for all us fans and Vince too. Ready for the next one..
G. NEWMANnew name
Without giving away the plot, this story doesn’t disappoint. Kyle Mills has done a great job continuing Vince Flynn’s work. Full of twists and turns, yet the story isn’t over! I can’t wait to read the next one.
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter 1 1
THE WHITE HOUSE
WASHINGTON, DC
USA
CIA director Irene Kennedy stepped into the president's outer office and paused to take in her surroundings. The changes had continued in earnest since the last time she was there. The décor and artwork were even more modern and now the carpet had been replaced with a wood floor that bounced sound around the room.
The desk of the president's secretary-a barely controlled disaster over the last two administrations-was now the picture of minimalist, high-tech efficiency. As was the woman sitting behind it.
The fact that so much effort was being put into something as trivial as redecorating suggested a return to what passed for normalcy in Washington. Six months ago, a terrorist group had managed to take down the entire US power grid and keep it down for more than a month. The consequences had been dire, with hundreds of thousands of Americans dead of cold, violence, and lack of medical care. Countless devastating fires caused by exploding electrical substations, sagging power lines, and desperate people trying to stay warm had raged throughout the country. And, finally, the world's economy had collapsed in reaction to its most powerful engine being taken off-line.
The effects would reverberate for years, but the worst was over. Power had been restored to all but a few rural outposts in the Northwest, critical manufacturing and agriculture were fully back online, and areas wiped out by fires were being rebuilt. After months of world governments being too focused on the crises in front of them to create new ones, moves were once again being made on the geopolitical chessboard. Moves that it was her job to neutralize.
"Dr. Kennedy?" the president's secretary said, glancing up from her monitor. "You can go in. He's expecting you."
She entered an Oval Office that was all but unrecognizable. The wallpaper was gone, as were the traditional pleated curtains. Furniture had been updated to something that leaned toward midcentury modern, and artwork had slipped into the abstract. Only the Resolute Desk and flags remained.
The man walking toward her seemed to fit perfectly with the environment he'd created. At forty-four, Anthony Cook was one of the youngest presidents in US history. He'd managed to rise from the turmoil created by the suicide of his party's front-runner, crushing the more conventional replacement candidates endorsed by the establishment. The American people had been fed up with business as usual for a long time and that, combined with the hardship brought about by the electrical grid failure, had sent them on a search for someone different.
Anthony Cook, for better or worse, was it.
"Irene," he said, taking her hand. "It's good to see you."
She wasn't sure that was entirely true. Her relationship with his predecessor had been one of mutual respect and occasionally even warmth. Cook seemed to be incapable of either. He was a ruthless man, though one with an admittedly impressive grasp of history and America's challenges going forward. A born politician who had spent his life immersed in that world but who still managed to portray himself as an outsider. A common man who had infiltrated the political elite and was now positioned to transform it.
None of this was necessarily bad. Politics was theater and a fair amount of melodrama was necessary to get people to the polls. But what was behind the persona Cook had created? Where was he going? What did he want? Due to his understandable focus since he took office on putting America back on track, they hadn't interacted enough for Kennedy to get a true measure of the man.
He pointed her toward a conversation area, and she made note of his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and full head of hair. In his years as a political strategist, he'd been very different-a scrawny intellectual with fiery charisma, a gift for picking winners, and an icy, realpolitik view of the average American.
By the time he'd thrown his own hat into the ring, though, he'd reinvented himself. President Cook was good looking, physically imposing, and impeccably dressed. He oozed concern for every one of the three hundred and thirty million people under his care. He was the man with the answers. The man who would lead America into a future so bright it was blinding.
"I'm not sure you know our guest, Irene."
From behind, the man sitting on one of the sofas looked very much like everyone else in Washington-blue suit, nice posture, expensive haircut with a little gray at the temples. But when he put down his coffee cup and stood, he proved to be much more than one of the political operatives that infested t...
THE WHITE HOUSE
WASHINGTON, DC
USA
CIA director Irene Kennedy stepped into the president's outer office and paused to take in her surroundings. The changes had continued in earnest since the last time she was there. The décor and artwork were even more modern and now the carpet had been replaced with a wood floor that bounced sound around the room.
The desk of the president's secretary-a barely controlled disaster over the last two administrations-was now the picture of minimalist, high-tech efficiency. As was the woman sitting behind it.
The fact that so much effort was being put into something as trivial as redecorating suggested a return to what passed for normalcy in Washington. Six months ago, a terrorist group had managed to take down the entire US power grid and keep it down for more than a month. The consequences had been dire, with hundreds of thousands of Americans dead of cold, violence, and lack of medical care. Countless devastating fires caused by exploding electrical substations, sagging power lines, and desperate people trying to stay warm had raged throughout the country. And, finally, the world's economy had collapsed in reaction to its most powerful engine being taken off-line.
The effects would reverberate for years, but the worst was over. Power had been restored to all but a few rural outposts in the Northwest, critical manufacturing and agriculture were fully back online, and areas wiped out by fires were being rebuilt. After months of world governments being too focused on the crises in front of them to create new ones, moves were once again being made on the geopolitical chessboard. Moves that it was her job to neutralize.
"Dr. Kennedy?" the president's secretary said, glancing up from her monitor. "You can go in. He's expecting you."
She entered an Oval Office that was all but unrecognizable. The wallpaper was gone, as were the traditional pleated curtains. Furniture had been updated to something that leaned toward midcentury modern, and artwork had slipped into the abstract. Only the Resolute Desk and flags remained.
The man walking toward her seemed to fit perfectly with the environment he'd created. At forty-four, Anthony Cook was one of the youngest presidents in US history. He'd managed to rise from the turmoil created by the suicide of his party's front-runner, crushing the more conventional replacement candidates endorsed by the establishment. The American people had been fed up with business as usual for a long time and that, combined with the hardship brought about by the electrical grid failure, had sent them on a search for someone different.
Anthony Cook, for better or worse, was it.
"Irene," he said, taking her hand. "It's good to see you."
She wasn't sure that was entirely true. Her relationship with his predecessor had been one of mutual respect and occasionally even warmth. Cook seemed to be incapable of either. He was a ruthless man, though one with an admittedly impressive grasp of history and America's challenges going forward. A born politician who had spent his life immersed in that world but who still managed to portray himself as an outsider. A common man who had infiltrated the political elite and was now positioned to transform it.
None of this was necessarily bad. Politics was theater and a fair amount of melodrama was necessary to get people to the polls. But what was behind the persona Cook had created? Where was he going? What did he want? Due to his understandable focus since he took office on putting America back on track, they hadn't interacted enough for Kennedy to get a true measure of the man.
He pointed her toward a conversation area, and she made note of his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and full head of hair. In his years as a political strategist, he'd been very different-a scrawny intellectual with fiery charisma, a gift for picking winners, and an icy, realpolitik view of the average American.
By the time he'd thrown his own hat into the ring, though, he'd reinvented himself. President Cook was good looking, physically imposing, and impeccably dressed. He oozed concern for every one of the three hundred and thirty million people under his care. He was the man with the answers. The man who would lead America into a future so bright it was blinding.
"I'm not sure you know our guest, Irene."
From behind, the man sitting on one of the sofas looked very much like everyone else in Washington-blue suit, nice posture, expensive haircut with a little gray at the temples. But when he put down his coffee cup and stood, he proved to be much more than one of the political operatives that infested t...
