tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62364119811107431392024-03-13T03:31:49.221-07:00kathyivanblogWriter of Romantic Suspense and Paranormal AdventuresKathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-47594254967352997442017-03-12T11:42:00.000-07:002017-03-12T11:42:50.244-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's almost time for the release of Fatal Intentions! It comes out on March 31, 2017, but here's an exclusive sneak preview of the first chapter of the book, just for you! This is Jean-Luc Boudreau's story,and he meets his match in feisty Mackenzie Andrews. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">CHAPTER ONE<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Less than two feet away, the gorgeous
blonde glowered at Jean-Luc like he was the pile of steaming dog poo she’d just
plopped her four-inch heel into. Hey,
not his problem. He’d been minding his
own business, sitting on his father’s back porch, enjoying a cold beer when
she’d climbed out of her car, demanding he come with her. <i>Right.</i> She might be cute as a caterpillar, but it
wasn’t happening. He was eyeballs deep
in the ongoing EryX Pharmaceutical debacle Carpenter Security Services was
currently working on, and this was the first time he’d stopped long enough to
take a deep breath. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His entire perspective did a one-eighty
the moment she uttered two little words.
Words which not only changed his mind, but had him halfway to her car
before he realized he’d taken the first step.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What did you say?” His voice held a
forceful demand, and he didn’t give a damn whether she liked his tone or
not. She’d been the one who’d shown up
unannounced, spewing demands. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her brown eyes flashed with an inner
fire, while her navy blue and white stiletto heels sank into the brittle
grass. This late in December, it was
mostly brown anyway, hibernating for the coming spring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Which part of the sentence are you
having difficulty with, Mr. Boudreau?
Was it the part where I politely asked you to get in the car and come
with me?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Chére, you haven’t uttered a polite
word since you opened the car door and stepped onto my drive. Which, I might add, is private
property.” He almost chuckled as she
tossed a swathe of blonde curls over her shoulder, but the glare told him to
swallow the laugh tickling his throat.
He couldn’t help thinking about the old saying, <i>if looks could kill…</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You are such an ass,” she muttered
sotto voce, though still loud enough he heard her quite clearly. Inhaling, she gave him a polite smile—one
that came nowhere close to reaching those whiskey-colored eyes, and pasted on a
smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I’m sorry if I’ve been rude, Mr.
Boudreau. Can we start again?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Forget rude. I want to know what you meant telling me my
wife is dying.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She blinked several times before
answering. “I’d think the message was
fairly self-explanatory.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Holding onto his composure took a
herculean effort, because he really needed to keep a clear head. Turning his back on the woman, he walked back
to the porch and picked up his abandoned beer bottle, taking a long swig. After her pronouncement, he needed a second
to figure out what the hell was going on.
He rotated his neck, hearing the joints creak and pop with each
movement. Instead of getting a peaceful few hours of R&R, it looked like
he’d have to deal with this woman’s misconception and send her on her way. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Nothing you’ve said is
self-explanatory. Let’s start at the
beginning. What’s your friend’s
name?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The blonde eyed him for a minute before
answering. “Lexie Warren. I believe you know her?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The minute the name left her lips,
memories swamped him, tossing him back in time.
<i>Little Lexie Warren</i>. He hadn’t talked to her in years. They’d lost touch when he’d joined the
military and she’d headed off to college, young and eager to take on the world. In the beginning, they’d kept in touch, but
like all long-distance friendships, time and situations got in the way. Real life had a way of interfering in the
best laid plans, and eventually they’d drifted apart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Friends throughout the last couple of
years of high school, they’d quickly decided nothing more was in the cards for
them. That spark, the zing of sexual
attraction wasn’t there. Besides, adding
a male-female relationship to the mix would have ruined their friendship—one
he’d cherished for a number of reasons. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“How do you know Lexie?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I told you, she’s my best friend.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“If that’s true, why haven’t I heard of
you?” No need to mention he hadn’t heard
from Lexie in what seemed like forever. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A slight blush colored her cheeks, and
he watched her closely. Her face was
expressive, so much so he practically read her every thought. Not surprisingly, he noted the slight
stiffening of her spine before she spoke.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Probably for the same reason I hadn’t
heard about you, Mr. Boudreau. Lexie never
once mentioned your name—not until she sent me to find you.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He ran a hand across his face, wishing
he wasn’t so wiped out. Maybe if his
mind was fresher, or he wasn’t operating on three hours sleep in the last
forty-eight, he might have considered his words before he spoke. He was always the quiet one. The thoughtful one. Second in command at Carpenter Security
Services, he ran a tight ship and coordinated the ops, answerable only to
Samuel Carpenter, the owner. He never
did anything spontaneously, without careful thought and planning. He’d discovered a long time ago, going off
half-cocked inevitably led to disaster. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">But right now he wasn’t thinking
clearly. Instead, he followed his gut,
trusting it. Those same instinctual
vibes that kept him alive on the battlefield in Basra were pinging in the back
of his head, and he knew there was really only one option. The choice he’d known he’d make from the
minute she’d stepped from the car. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">With deliberate care, he placed the beer
bottle on the bottom step of the back porch and straightened. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Take me to Lexie.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"># # # # # #<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Mackenzie Andrews swallowed back her
sigh of relief. Dang, convincing this
tall, dark, and most definitely gorgeous man to come with her had been tougher
than she expected. Of course, had their
positions been reversed, she’d have a million questions if Mister Dangerous and
Sexy showed up on her doorstep too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She’d almost backed up and turned the
car around when she’d first caught sight of Jean-Luc Boudreau. The dark-haired man sitting on the porch
barely resembled the pictures Lexie had shown her days earlier. The younger Jean-Luc had been laughing and
smiling, full of joy and life. The
Jean-Luc sitting in the passenger seat beside her looked like he could snap her
neck with a flick of his wrist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A tiny shiver skittered down her spine
when she caught a whiff of the spicy soap he’d used recently. Hair still damp from a shower, he was all
lean muscle, hinting at the hard body beneath his clothes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Stop it! Now isn’t the time to be thinking about how
cute he is. Who cares that it’s been a
long, dry spell and you haven’t been on a real date in longer than you care to
remember? Right now Lexie has to be the
focus, and getting Jean-Luc to her ASAP.
<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Lexie’s dying?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She started at his question. Those were the first words he’d spoken since
they’d left Casa Boudreau behind.
Apparently, Jean-Luc Boudreau tended toward the silent end of the
spectrum, because he hadn’t peppered her with questions the minute they’d hit
the highway. Instead, seated beside her,
he’d watched the miles fly past without uttering a sound—until now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“The doctors aren’t sure what’s wrong
with her. She hadn’t been feeling well
for several weeks, slowly getting sicker.
Nobody has a clue what’s wrong, but she isn’t improving.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Where is she?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You don’t know where she lives?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He shook his head, a tiny smile playing
about his lips. “Chére, I could find
that information with one phone call. I
meant, what hospital is she in?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Right, of course. From the little information she’d been able
to glean about Jean-Luc Boudreau, he worked for one of the most elite security
companies in the country. It probably
would only take a phone call to know everything about Lexie—or about her. <i>And
isn’t that a happy thought? <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Harris Methodist—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Which one?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Fort Worth.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Texas?”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Mackenzie thought she heard a curious
sound at the end of the word, like he was biting back a chuckle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">At her nod, he grimaced. “You planning on driving us all the way to
Fort Worth now?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Um, duh.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Woman, that’s at least a ten hour
drive.” He shook his head, as if
questioning her sanity. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">What the heck
does he expect, for me to suddenly sprout wings and fly us to Texas? <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Without another word, he pulled a
cellphone from his pocket and dialed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Samuel, something’s come up and I need
the jet.” He was silent for a long
moment, listening to the other person, because he glanced her way once,
mouthing the words <i>pull over</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Spotting a gas station about a half mile
up the road, she drove into the lot, and pulled behind the building, leaving
the engine idling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yeah, I know. This is personal business. I need a couple of days off.” He was silent for another minute, before
chuckling. “I love your fiancée. She knows how to push all your buttons. Have the pilot file a flight plan for Fort
Worth. We’ll be at the airport in thirty
minutes.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The female voice on the other end was
loud enough Mackenzie heard the “we” and saw Jean-Luc wince, before adding,
“I’ll fill you in as soon as I have more details, Samuel. Thanks.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After the call ended, she shifted in her
seat to face him. “We’re flying?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Saves time. If Lexie’s condition is as serious as you’ve
stated, the faster the better, right?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Might not be a bad idea. She’d planned on driving straight through,
but flying would certainly make things easier—except that meant leaving her
baby behind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">As if reading her mind, he continued,
“I’ll have somebody at the airport drive your car back to my father’s
house. It’ll be fine there until we can
make arrangements to get it returned to you.”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You better make sure nobody puts a
scratch on my precious car, or I’ll take it out of your hide, buster.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He simply quirked a brow, and folded his
arms across his massive chest, as if to imply <i>whatcha gonna do about it?</i>
Well, he’d find out if anything happened to Lil’ Reba. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After giving precise directions to the
private airport where the corporate jet would be waiting, he closed his eyes,
leaning back against the headrest. She
only half paid attention to the road, while thinking about Jean-Luc and Lexie. She’d never mentioned anything serious with
Jean-Luc, but there must have been if they’d been married. And how could Lexie, her very best friend in
the whole world, never have mentioned the fact she’d been married before? Mackenzie chewed on her lower lip, wondering
what had driven them apart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She adored Lexie Warren. The relationship between them was more than
mere best friends. Lexie was the sister
she’d never had. With only a younger brother,
and a passel of all male cousins, Mackenzie grew up more tomboy than girly
girl. Meeting Lexie changed that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Lexie had helped her break free of her
shell and embrace her feminine side. One of the few people who’d seen beneath
her timid, shy façade to the woman she’d hoped to become. She’d taught her the ins and outs of makeup
and fashion and boys—the kind who weren’t her brother or cousins. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">They say you can’t choose your family,
but if she could, Mackenzie would pick Lexie in a heartbeat. She was the sister of her heart, even if they
didn’t share the same DNA. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">And she was scared. Terrified she’d lose her before she had a
chance to tell Lexie exactly what she meant to her. But she’d done the next best thing—she’d
driven nonstop to find the one man Lexie wanted by her side. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She stole a surreptitious glance at
Jean-Luc. Sure, he was handsome. Any girl with working female parts and a
heterosexual bent wouldn’t kick him out of bed.
But he had the personality of a wildebeest—a rabid, snarly one. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You’re thinking so hard over there I
can almost hear it. What’s got you so
worked up?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She sighed. “Worrying about Lexie. Why can’t the stupid doctors figure out
what’s wrong with her?” She slammed her
hand against the steering wheel. “I’ve
never known anybody as full of energy and life as Lexie. Seeing her in a hospital bed, it tears me up
inside.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“We’ll get it figured out, chére. Between me and Samuel Carpenter, we’ve got
connections with some of the best physicians in the country. I won’t hesitate to call in any specialist she
needs.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I’ll hold you to that.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The rest of the trip passed in silence,
until she pulled through the gates of the private airstrip, and Jean-Luc
directed her to stop close to a luxurious Gulfstream parked on the tarmac. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“This is your corporate jet?” Her eyes widened when she noted two men in
uniform as well as one woman who stood by the stairs leading to the open
door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Not mine, Carpenter’s. Actually, it belongs to Carpenter Security
Services. In emergencies, he lets me
borrow it. And this definitely constitutes
an emergency, <i>oui</i>?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thinking about her friend, she couldn’t
agree more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Agreed.
Let’s go help Lexie.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-45438359250288117002016-09-23T14:18:00.001-07:002016-09-23T14:18:41.134-07:00Exclusive Content for Wicked Obsession<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center; text-indent: .5in;">
Here's your first exclusive look at Chapter One of Wicked Obsession, the latest release in the New Orleans Connections series, which releases today. This is book #8 in the series, although it can be read as a stand-alone, and you don't have to have read the other books to read and enjoy Wicked Obsession. </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">CHAPTER ONE<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">The incessant ringing of the phone
finally broke through Nate Blackwell's intense concentration, and he paused the
streaming video, wiping the sweat from his brow. A few drops still dripped into his eyes, the
salt sting irritating him further. Who
in the hell would interrupt him at…he looked at the clock on the DVR…five
thirty in the morning? Any rational
person would still be buried under the covers, wrapped in the arms of Morpheus,
dreaming pleasant dreams. Not him
though. He rarely slept these days,
getting by on about four hours a night, if he was lucky. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“What?”
At this hour, whoever it was didn’t deserve the courtesy of a polite
greeting. He picked up the towel he’d
tossed onto the back of one of the bar stools lined up with military precision
like little soldiers awaiting their orders, and wiped the sweat from his face,
before running it across his bare chest.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Nate?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">Every motion ceased at the sound of that
voice. <i>Her voice</i>. One he hadn’t
heard in over three years, right after she’d dashed every hope, every promise
of the future he’d dreamed of and planned for—when she’d handed back his
engagement ring. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Sheri?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Yeah, it’s me.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">Something was definitely off. Her voice sounded strained. The woman he knew always had a happy-go-lucky
brightness in her words. Rarely unhappy,
she’d been the bright spot in his life from the day he’d met her, yet this
morning she sounded—wrong. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“What do you need?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking the
question, knowing deep in his gut she wouldn’t have called him if it wasn’t
important. She’d sworn never to speak to
him again on that rain-soaked afternoon in that Dallas high-rise where her
father’s corporate offices resided, and where his life had come to a screeching
halt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“I need to talk to you. Can we meet?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Didn’t you hear? I’m not in Dallas anymore. When my company relocated, I went with it.” How had she missed the news? He’d have thought her meddlesome mother would
have made a beeline straight to her before the trail of dust had settled behind
his U-Haul trailer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“I know, that’s why I’m calling. I’m in New Orleans. Can we meet…please?” He heard the imploring tone in her voice. Bet that grated, having to come crawling to
him when she’d been the one to walk out on their engagement. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Where are you staying?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">When she rattled off the name of one of
the higher-end hotels, he realized it wasn’t far from his place. It might be vain, but he needed her to see
how far he’d come up in the world since she’d discarded their engagement like
yesterday’s garbage. When they’d met,
she’d been the pampered princess, born to one of Dallas’ finest families, with
a silver spoon wedged tightly between her perfect lips. He, on the other hand, had been a kid from
the wrong side of Mesquite, Texas, whose single mother was raising four
rambunctious boys while working two full time jobs, and squeezing her pennies
so tight they screamed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“You’ll have to meet me at my
place.” He tossed it out like a
challenge, waiting to see if she’d pick up the gauntlet. He didn’t have to wait long.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“That’s fine, what’s the address?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">He rattled it off, along with the time
to come over and hung up, wondering what kind of trouble she'd gotten herself into. Not that she courted trouble—it just seemed
to find her anyway. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">Heading toward the shower, he tossed
his workout shorts into the hamper, turned the water on scalding hot, and
stepped under its needle-sharp spray, hoping the shower would help wash away
the impending feeling of doom seeping into his pores. Because it was a sure thing—where Sheri went,
trouble followed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;"># # # # #<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">Sheri paid the cab driver, and stepped
out into the summer heat. It was still
early, yet the temperature was already in the high eighties and steadily
climbing. It reminded her of Dallas,
where it could easily reach a hundred degrees by lunchtime in July and
August. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">The address Nate gave her belonged to a
large brick-fronted building on Canal Street, which appeared to have undergone remodeling. The changes still managed to preserve its
historic charm. Definitely nothing like
the small apartment he’d maintained in North Dallas when they’d first gotten engaged,
a tiny one bedroom apartment that was little bigger than a studio, and she’d
loved everything about it. Looking at Nate’s
new digs, apparently he’d come up in the world.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">The glass front door opened before
she’d reached it, and Nate stood silhouetted in the opening. Damn, he looked good. If anything, he’d filled out, with sleek
muscles rippling beneath the T-shirt and jeans he wore. His dark hair was longer, with soft waves
around his ears and neckline she suspected would curl if he didn’t keep it
under rigid control. He’d never worn it
this long when they’d been together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“It’s good to see you again, Nate.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Is it?” She winced at his tone. <i>Looks
like he hasn’t forgiven me</i>. Not that
she blamed him—she’d been the one who’d broken his trust, and tossed away
everything they had without giving him any explanation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Let’s go inside, where we can have
some privacy. The rest of the crew will
start showing up soon, and it can get a bit rowdy.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">She followed him inside, taking note of
the sophisticated reception area. He
must have some high-end clientele to afford a place like this. “This is nice.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Whole place belongs to my boss, Samuel
Carpenter. Carpenter Security Services
has clients around the world.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">Her brow rose at the mention of
Carpenter’s name. He was one of the movers and shakers in her parents’ social
circle. Although, truth be told, he was
so far out of their league, he left them in the dust. Though her parents would never admit it—they
had too high an opinion of themselves, and their worth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“How long have you worked with Mr.
Carpenter?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Three years, since right after our breakup.” <i>Ouch—direct
hit</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">She bit her lip at the feel of his hand
against the small of her back. The touch
of his hand, even through the cloth, sent a little frisson of excitement
through her—just like always. There
hadn’t been a single time it didn’t elicit a response, and she was afraid it
always would. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">They rode the elevator up to the fourth
floor, and walked down a hallway until they reached a door at the end. Nate pushed it open without unlocking
it. Obviously he trusted the people
living around him, if he kept his door unlocked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Nobody here’s going to steal anything,
plus we’ve got the best security money can buy.” He answered her unasked question, as if he’d
read her mind. But then again, he’d
always been good at that, as she recalled.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“This place is gorgeous.” It truly was, with its open floor plan, the
exposed brickwork, and hardwood floors gleaming in the morning sunlight. Huge windows along two walls allowed sunlight
to flood the east-facing apartment, meaning he got a lot of the early morning sunshine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Want some coffee?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Please.” She hadn’t even stopped to make any this
morning, too anxious to meet with Nate.
The nerves had assaulted her right after she’d hung up, and she’d been
afraid if she took even the tiniest swallow, she’d have tossed it right back
up. And she loved her coffee. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">He walked into the kitchen, right off
the huge living space, and she followed along silently, noting the high-end
appliances, the dark cherry cabinets.
The light-colored granite was cool beneath her fingertips. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“This is nothing like where we used to
live, is it?” She couldn’t hide the
wistful tone in her voice, hoping he’d ignore it. Now wasn’t the time to be taking a stroll
down memory lane—she was here to ask for his help, not to reconcile, although it
would be nice if they could at least be civil.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">She watched him pop a coffee pod into
the maker, and place a mug beneath it, smelled the fragrant brew as it filled
the cup. Within no time, she had a fresh
piping hot cup before her, and watched him pull a carton of milk from the fridge. She felt a stinging warmth in her chest when
she realized he’d remembered she always took a ton of milk in her coffee,
though no sugar. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">She took a sip, waiting while he made
his own cup, watching every movement.
Each was effortless and smooth, like everything else he did. He’d always reminded her of a combination of
two different people, one the happy and playful man she’d fallen in love with,
and one a deadly predator, willing to lay down his life in defense of someone
in need. She prayed that was still the
case—because she needed him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“Why are you here, Sheri?” Nate peered at her over the rim of his cup,
his brown-eyed gaze intense. She knew
better than to beat around the bush or try evasive tactics with him. He didn’t tolerate it. He might joke and tease, and sometimes flirt,
but when it was time to get to business—he was all business. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">Gently placing her cup on the granite
peninsula, she drew in a deep breath and wrapped her hands around the cup,
feeling the warmth sink into her cold fingers.
It was time to open up and tell him what was going on, tell him the
whole truth, even if it hurt. Because
she knew he would be hurt—devastated that she’d hidden the truth from him for
so long—even if it had been to keep him safe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“We need to talk about what happened
three years ago, Nate. It’s time you know
the whole truth.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“I don’t want to talk about it.” His words held a finality that chilled her to
the bone, and she knew it was going to be an uphill battle to get him to
understand, even if he didn’t agree with the choices she’d made. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“We have to talk about our engagement, and
what led up to me breaking it.” She
lowered her gaze, unwilling to see the hurt in his eyes. Watching him walk away had nearly killed her,
and she couldn’t bear to see the hatred she knew would reflect back at
her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“If that’s what you came for, you might
as well leave now.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“That’s part of it, but not the whole
story. I need you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">The laugh that erupted from him was
ugly and bitter, and she wanted to curl up in a ball and cry at the level of
hurt he tried to hide. But she’d come too
far to back out now. She was damned if
she’d be a coward—never again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“You never needed me, sweetheart. Go back to your parents and their money. Hopefully it’ll keep you warm at night.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“I can’t go home.” The finality in her tone must have finally
gotten through to him, because he straightened from his lounging position
against the sink. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“What do you mean, you can’t go
home?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“It’s not safe anymore.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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counter, so precise and gentle, should have clued her in, but she wasn’t firing
on all cylinders. She’d barely slept,
and when she did it was barely enough to get her through the day. Before she could blink, he’d grasped both her
forearms, his grip solid, though not hurting.
He’d never hurt her—she’d bet her life on it. She was—otherwise she wouldn’t be here
now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Greetings! Wow, two releases within a week. It has been a roller-coaster ride of excitement. I wanted to share the first chapter of Saving Sarah with you. This book releases on Thursday, 7/21/16 (or maybe late Wednesday). I had a blast writing Ranger and Sarah's story and I hope you love reading it. Here's chapter one. </div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 200%;">CHAPTER
ONE<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Gaston
"Ranger" Boudreau stared at the encrypted message displayed in bold
capital letters on his laptop screen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He'd
barely had a chance to plop down on the sofa, having climbed out of his pirogue
only moments earlier. Walking into his
camp, which was little more than four walls, a tin roof, and a floor, he'd paused
long enough to toss the freshly caught fish into the metal sink, ready to be cleaned
and cooked for his lunch. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Then
his damned gut instinct told him to check his messages. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He
wished he could've ignored that antsy feeling which forced him to cut short his
fishing and head back to his tiny cabin deep in the bayou. But he didn't—because he knew better. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
encoded message was brief but succinct. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">HOW'S
YOUR DOG TANGO? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">That
was it. Four words that caused a gnawing
hollowness deep in the center of his stomach that had nothing to do with
hunger—no, it engendered an impending feeling of something momentous about to
happen. Like that subtle buildup of
pressure when you're sitting on the edge of the deck watching an electrical storm
approach, see the flashes of lightning arc across the clouds, smell the ozone
waft on the breeze, and hear the deep growl of thunder, and you expect the
lightning to strike precisely where you're sitting. Yeah, that feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Wolf
wouldn't have contacted him if it wasn't an emergency, and Ranger owed
him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Matthew
"Wolf" Steel had saved his life.
He was forever indebted to the man, though if you asked Wolf, he'd say
he was simply doing his job. After the
hell he'd been through in Afghanistan, Ranger had made a solemn vow to repay
that debt—now Wolf was calling in his marker.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He
tried to not dwell on that dark time when he'd almost lost all hope, sitting in
a bombed-out shell of a house on the outskirts of a crap-hole in Afghanistan,
waiting for an extremist faction of the Taliban to execute him. Instead, he did his damndest to put it behind
him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Except in my nightmares</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Still,
it looked like Wolf planned on calling in the chip he owed him and his
team. One he'd pay, no matter the
cost. He owed them, and a Boudreau never
shirked his debts. Gator Boudreau, his
daddy, taught him and his brothers from the time they were knee high to a
grasshopper that you always pay your debts.
Otherwise you're no better than a coward and a liar.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Frowning,
he pulled up the encryption program Tex had installed in his e-mail browser and
shot a reply back to Wolf. It didn't matter
what the man wanted, he got it. No
questions asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Within
seconds, he heard the ping of the answering e-mail. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Must have been waiting for my
response.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
only words in Wolf's reply were a date, time, and address in the French
Quarter. The simple fact it was in his
neck of the woods had Ranger more than intrigued. What happened to bring Wolf to The Big Easy? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Born
and raised in Orleans Parish, Ranger knew both the city and its surrounding
bayous and parishes like he knew his own name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He
wouldn't ask the man outright, though. As
a fellow Navy SEAL, Wolf played his cards close to the vest, and would tell him
what he needed to know when they met up.
Glancing at the corner of the screen, he noted the time. Per Wolf's instructions, their meet-up would take
place in just under four hours at a local bar on the backstreets of the French
Quarter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Not
a bad place to meet. Wolf could play up
the whole tourist angle without raising any suspicions, and keep a low profile
at the same time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Since
he'd come home after the FUBAR in Afghanistan, Ranger kept mostly to himself,
out at his camp hidden in the depths of the swamp. Stayed isolated. Except when his busybody family decided he'd
been alone too long and showed up unannounced and dragged him back to
civilization. Lately that seemed to mean
just about every Friday night, playing and singing on the street corners in the
<i>touristy section</i> of the French
Quarter. Man, his daddy loved making
music. Didn't matter who was listening. Music fed something in his soul, he always
said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Ranger
stood and stretched, heard the audible clicks as his joints popped. Yeah, he'd been cooped up far too long. An afternoon down in The Quarter might be
just the ticket to ease his boredom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">But
first, he needed to shower because he was rank.
Grabbing the fish he'd caught earlier, he made quick work of gutting
them before tossing the filets into the small generator-run ice chest beside
the sink. Barely big enough to keep his
beer cold, it would handle the three fish until he got home to cook 'em. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">A
short time later, he'd showered and shaved, electing to pull his hair back with
a piece of leather. It had grown out a
lot since leaving the military and the rest of his SEAL team behind. The dark length came in handy when he didn't
want people staring at him or the long jagged scar decorating the right side of
his face. Angling toward the dim light,
he studied the scar running from the edge of his eyebrow, where it bisected his
cheek, and ended right above the corner of his lip. He'd been damned lucky not to lose his
eye. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Should
he stop at Gator's place on the way? If anything
was brewing in the area, chances were good his daddy would have the heads-up. The man knew everybody, from the fat-cat
politicians to the homeless vets living hand-to-mouth down on the waterfront. If even a whiff of something was going down
in New Orleans, word always got back to Gator Boudreau.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">No,
he'd wait. Talk to Wolf. The SEAL would provide the intel needed to get
the job done—whatever it was. But that
burning, insistent pinging in the corner of his brain, the one he associated
with trouble coming? It had been building
for days and now blared like a red alert siren.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Steering
his boat to the rented dock space he kept handy year round, he climbed out,
tied off, and headed for the rendezvous point Wolf had picked. The bar he chose wasn't dead center of all
the activity and nightlife. Instead, it
was a place frequented mostly by locals, though a few tourists sometimes ambled
through its doors looking for <i>local
flavor</i>. They didn't hang around
long. Lucky, the owner, set them
straight pretty quick. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Taking
a deep breath, he absorbed the unique smells of the city he called home. A myriad of scents assaulted his senses. The over-arcing brine of the Mississippi
flavored everything, like a layer of salt coating the back of the throat. Ever present, always in the background, as familiar
as his favorite pair of jeans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Then
there was the yeasty smell of the bakery at the end of the block. Fresh French bread baked to order all day
long, along with croissants and fancy pastries.
Floral notes from the flower shop blended into the mix. Exhaust fumes from the busy streets and the
docks never seemed far away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Smells like home</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Weaving
in and out of the pedestrian traffic got a little trickier the farther he
walked. Tourists congested the sidewalks
at the outer edges of The French Quarter, and he maneuvered around them with
predatory ease. When his path got too obstructed,
he detoured around a corner and took an alleyway between buildings. It wasn't long before he stood at the back
door of Lucky's, the hole-in-the-wall bar that was today's rendezvous point. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Lucky's
bar wasn't some chic New Orleans hot spot.
It wasn't on any list of tourist attractions, though it had been around
for decades. Nope, it was the kind of
place men like him frequented when they wanted a cold beer and a distinct lack
of conversation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
bar's scarred and pockmarked wooden floors had seen customers come and go for
the last ninety years. Though gouged and
rough in spots, the golden brown patina felt warm and welcoming. Huge plate glass windows heavy with painted
advertisements fronted onto the street, where people strolled past, intent on
seeing the sights of the touristy part of The French Quarter. Lucky's didn't broadcast its location with
fancy neon lights or huge signs trawling for customers. Lucky
claimed the garish neon was <i>too pretty</i>
for his place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Ranger
looked around the half-empty bar, scoping out the dark corners for Wolf or any
of the other guys from his SEAL team. He'd
met them all during the rescue, except Tex, though he'd talked to the man several
times since he'd been back stateside. Another
SEAL, Tex had stayed behind and coordinated the extraction of him and his
teammates. Ranger respected each of the
men who'd helped save their lives, and brought home the ones who hadn't been so
fortunate. Not a single member of Wolf's
squad was here in the nearly empty bar.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Knocking
his knuckles against the huge wooden bar top, he got Lucky's attention and
within seconds held a longneck bottle in his hand. With a practiced ease that came almost second
nature, he checked out the smattering of tables spread out throughout the right
half of the bar. Some held bikers wearing
leather jackets and a lot of attitude, but they kept mostly to themselves and
weren't causing any trouble—yet. A
couple of dock workers sat at another table, nursing longnecks, and one couple doing
their best Hoover imitation rounded out the motley crew. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He
eased his tall frame into a chair in the farthest corner from the front door,
his back against the wall, leaving a clear line of sight to both the front and
back entrances, and twisted off the cap of his beer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Long
minutes passed with only the occasional straggler coming through Lucky's front
door. If he hadn't had that itchy
feeling at the back of his neck, he'd have chucked it all after the first hour
and headed home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">But
he didn't. <i>Couldn't</i>. Something big was
headed his way—that damned psychic connection of his was buzzing, though he
hated when it didn't give him anything concrete. This lousy ephemeral woo-woo crap was for the
birds. Give him solid, concrete,
hold-it-in-your-hands proof and he was a happy camper. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Still,
he couldn't discount his gut instincts, or whatever anybody called it. They'd never let him down. And the one time he hadn't paid attention, he
and his entire team ended up in a bombed out hovel, surrounded by Taliban
gunmen. He didn't plan to make the same
mistake twice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">A
flash of light shone on the worn and gouged wooden floor of the bar as the
front door eased open, but that wasn't what caught his attention. It was the gorgeous brunette framed in the
battered wood opening that held him mesmerized.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Dressed
in ragged jeans and a faded AC/DC T-shirt, there wasn't anything extraordinary to
make her stand out from the crowd.
Except he knew, with a deep down, positive-to-the-bone certainty, she'd
come to Lucky's to meet him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She
slid off the dark glasses shading her eyes, and plunked them on top of her
head. From this distance, he couldn’t
tell what color they were, but strangely found himself certain they'd be blue. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Ranger
watched her scan the room. Yep, the
woman definitely had a specific target in mind, and he had a sinking feeling he
knew exactly who she searched for. When
their eyes met, he was positive. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Wolf isn't coming</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">. Instead, he'd sent this raven-haired
beauty. Although casually dressed, she
didn't seem the type to visit seedy biker bars.
Lifting the beer to his lips, he took a long pull, his eyes never
leaving her. Noted the second her eyes
spotted him, partially hidden in the darkened corner. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">With
determined steps, she strode across the floor, marching in a direct path toward
him. He couldn't help noticing the
enticing sway of her hips as she crossed the floor. An unconscious, sensual movement as she
walked in his direction. He found his
eyes wandering upward, pausing on the lush breasts outlined by the old rocker T-shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">When
she reached his table, she stared without saying a word. He knew what she saw, though he admired she
didn't flinch when she noted the scar. A
lot of people weren't so diplomatic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Are
you Gaston Boudreau?" Her voice held
a husky tone, and sent a curl of need straight to his gut. Damn, he'd been out at his cabin too long if
he got turned on simply by hearing a woman speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"That's
me." He motioned to the chair
across from him. She slid onto its hard surface
with an elegant grace that definitely didn't match the normal clientele of
Lucky's. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Matthew
Steel sent me." She dug into the back
pocket of her jeans and pulled out a folded envelope, creased and a little
worn, though he noted the seal was intact.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Why?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"I…this
explains everything." She laid the envelope
on the scarred tabletop, sliding it closer to him. His name was scrawled across the front in
bold black letters. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"No. Before I open that," he pointed to the
envelope, "I want to know why me?"
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She
drew in a deep breath and he found his eyes locked on her breasts again. And some damn fine ones they were too. Full and round and most definitely not
silicone enhanced. Leaning forward, she
placed both hands on the tabletop and stared into his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He'd
been right—her eyes were a startling ice blue, a striking combination with her midnight-dark
hair. A nimbus of light surrounded her
in a haloed effect, the dappled sunlight streaming in through the large front
window silhouetting her in golden rays.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">His
stomach knotted until it felt like he'd taken a punch to the gut. Not a physical blow, but a metaphysical one,
because he knew as surely as he knew his name she belonged to him. No doubts, no questions. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Love
at first sight was for suckers and losers, and he didn't believe in it for one damned
second. But a single word circled around
in his brain, echoing over and over until he didn't hear anything but it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Mine.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Mr.
Boudreau, I've documented everything inside that envelope. It explains precisely why…"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"I'm
sure it does, but I want <i>you</i> to tell
me. Why are you in New Orleans, and what
in the hell do you need with me?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
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blue eyes met his head on, no evasion, no pretense. "I need you to save my life."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">CHAPTER ONE<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Brownsville
Texas<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Samuel
Carpenter held the night vision goggles up to his eyes, watching intently. He waited, every muscle in his body tensely
coiled, ready to spring at a moment's notice.
He'd waited for this night for what seemed like years, and his DEA team,
along with the feds, planned to shut down one of the biggest drug operations in
South Texas. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Every
fifteen minutes another car slowly wended its way along the broken asphalt alleyway
with its rutted potholes and grooves. Scraggly
weeds poked through the cracks beyond the falling down chain link fence, until the
roadway merged onto the newly paved parking lot of the public storage
facility. A secondary gate in the rear of
the lot led to rows of locked units, accessible only with a key card. Perfect for the operation he was orchestrating
tonight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">This
gateway wasn't for everyday renters' use.
When the property changed hands eight months earlier, customer access became
limited to front-of-building units only.
The back gate remained <i>locked</i>
to the general public. Carpenter bit
back a grin. No, this entrance was for V.I.P.
clientele only, and tonight he had plans to greet them in a manner they
wouldn't soon forget. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Street
view was obscured from the rarely-used back alley by the last row of smaller rental
units, sporting a pristine coat of white paint.
Those units sat empty, though each gave the appearance of being in use. Shiny padlocks or combination locks graced the
hasps of each. They were only for show,
because his team had opened every unit, replacing the locks without anybody
being the wiser. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
DEA had finally caught a break when a low-level snitch ratted out the owner,
who had a nasty habit of turning off CCTV cameras whenever enough money changed
hands to make it worth his while. The
slimy weasel had no idea his business was about to be seized by the DEA and
ATF. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Plastic
wrapped bundles of marijuana hit the concrete floor with a distinctive
thud. Enough packing tape covered them that
nothing spilled free, a good thing considering the potential flood of cash each
one represented. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Carpenter's
whole body tensed. Tonight was the
night. The intel they'd received was
spot on. Even without the night vision
goggles, he could make out the four small rental trucks parked by the north
wall of storage lockers, their engines idling.
The lift gates stood wide open while men loaded the plastic wrapped packages
of marijuana into specially designed niches embedded within the walls of each truck. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">These
weren't run-of-the-mill trucks. They'd been purchased and custom redesigned
with special, neatly hidden side panels, where the drugs easily slid out of
sight, virtually invisible to the naked eye.
<i>Unless you knew where to look</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
logo of a national rental truck chain was displayed on each one, making it
indistinguishable from any other moving van on the city streets. Well, other than the fact each one of these truck
contained millions of dollars' worth of drugs and illegal weapons. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Carpenter
motioned for his partner to monitor the truck on the far right. Enrique Chavez's crew was making fast work of
unloading each car as it pulled in.
Within minutes the hubcaps and undercarriages were stripped of illegal contraband. Trunks were disassembled, the deep wheel
wells that normally held spare tires overflowed with illegal automatic weapons.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Tonight's
operation was a joint bust for the DEA and ATF.
They'd surveilled Chavez's operation in the border town of Brownsville for
the last several months, scoping out his routes and local business connections. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
man seemed untouchable. Every time they
set up an op, he'd shut down his crew and close shop, only to reopen in another
area where the grass was always greener and people greedier. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">This
was the closest they'd come to putting a major dent in his cartel in…forever. Tonight they'd take down one of his major
footholds and put a solid crimp in his business. It would take him months if not years to
recover from the blow, not only to his organization but to his reputation in
the cartel. Carpenter wouldn't be
surprised to find out Chavez had been made an example of by his bosses—but that
would have to wait until they busted his operation wide open. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
only thing that would make things perfect was if Chavez himself was present and
they could arrest his sorry ass. Carpenter
was convinced with a haul this big, the slimy weasel would show up in person,
but so far only his second-in-command, Luis Avila, was here calling the shots.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Webster
signaled he was in place. The rest of
their team stood by, waiting for his go command. Hand raised, he paused as another set of
headlights pulled up in front of the open storage unit's door. The high beams of the huge black SUV outlined
the men scurrying about in a well-organized, controlled chaos. Two of the four trucks were nearly full, the
others at least two-thirds, the drugs tucked away in the hidden panels, and the
weapons crated and secured in specially designed wooden boxes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Carpenter's
heartbeat raced when Enrique Chavez stepped from the passenger side of the SUV,
and his breath hitched in his chest. Adrenaline
roared through his bloodstream, so potent he felt almost lightheaded. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Son of a bitch. He's here!</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> He didn't dare look at Webster, his partner with
the DEA for the last eighteen months.
Webster was the actual team leader for this operation, though he wanted
Carpenter to get the credit for bringing in Chavez. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He'd
felt a moment of kinship with his boss he hadn't felt before. It was unheard of for Webster to relinquish
any aspect of an op to a subordinate. When
he'd joined the DEA five years earlier, he'd worked his way through the ranks,
doing the grunt work right alongside fellow agents. He'd earned the nickname <i>The Ghost</i> from his teammates, because he could get in and out of
places nobody else could access. He was
a chameleon, comfortably blending in with ease among both the lowlife dealers
or the rich and famous. Whatever it took
to get the job done. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Chavez
sauntered through the oversized unit, pausing long enough to watch a P.O.S.
Ford with rusted side panels and a busted headlight get stripped down to its
rims, his lips curving up like the Cheshire cat. Standing at just over five foot six, he was a
cocky little rooster. A bully with a
mean streak who'd smile at you while putting a bullet between your eyes or a
knife in your gut. He ruled his little
territory through fear and intimidation, his iron fist quick to strike at any
minor infraction. Rumors abounded he'd
sold his own little sister into prostitution at twelve to finance his first big
score. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">At
least ten men bustled about, boxing up the weapons and stacking the drugs,
their movements quick and efficient, though to the naked eye it seemed chaotic. With Chavez and whoever had driven him, that
made a total of twelve. He had Webster, his DEA team of three, two
additional ATF agents and himself. Seven
armed DEA and ATF agents against a dozen armed men. Seemed like fair enough odds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">With
a wave of his hand, he gave the signal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Drug
Enforcement Administration. You're all
under arrest." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"ATF,
lay down your weapons." That shout
came from behind him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Pandemonium
erupted. Carpenter's team flooded into
the warehouse, guns drawn, intent on taking down everybody involved in the
operation. The cornered men scattered like
rats caught in the beam of a flashlight, darting for any hidey hole they might
slip through, darting behind crates and vans, trying to escape into the darkest
corners. His team proceeded into the
confined space exactly like they'd practiced, each man covering their assigned
area, which left him free to pursue his target.
Carpenter heard the shots fired behind him, but his sole focus was Chavez. Slapping the cuffs on the smarmy bastard
would be his privilege. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Grunts
of pain echoed as more shots were fired.
His men were doing their jobs, which left him free to—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He
froze when he felt cold steel press against the back of his skull. <i>Ah,
hell no. </i> An eerie quiet settled over
him and he raised his hands, his SIG Sauer held up by one finger. A black gloved hand reached around him to
snatch it, then Chavez strutted forward, puffing on a fat cigar. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"You're
screwed, my friend." The heavily
accented American words sounded strange coming from the cocky little
bastard. "How does it feel to be
betrayed by your own man?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">What?</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> Nobody on his team would… <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
black gloved hand who'd confiscated his weapon.
His team wore all black. Chavez's
men didn't need gloves. With a sense of
the inevitable, he slowly turned and stared at Richard Webster, Glock steady as
it pointed at his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Why?" <i>Does it
matter?</i> His best friend had turned
on him, and he'd rather Webster shoved a knife between his ribs than realize
the son of a bitch betrayed him. Taking
a deep breath, he looked around, spotted the five black-clothed bodies of his
team lying on the concrete floor. <i>Dead</i>?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Why
not?" Webster replied, holstering
his weapon. He didn't need it now. Chavez's men had a dead bead on him and a
front row seat to this fiasco. At least
six of Chavez's men held pistols trained on him. Kevlar vest or not, he wouldn't survive that
many gunshots. Hell, one bullet to the brain would do the trick.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"You
never do anything without a reason, Webster.
It's not in your nature. You're a
plotter, a planner. This is too
well-orchestrated to be spur of the moment.
So, what, you're in Chavez's pocket?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Webster
threw his head back and laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever
heard. "You're such an idiot. I'm not in Chavez's pocket. He works for me. Who the hell do you think fed him the info
every time he was about to get busted?
Me. Damn, you really are
clueless."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">At
Webster's nod, two sets of hands grabbed him from behind and he struggled against
their hold. With a smirk, Webster caught
his hands and stripped off the black gloves he wore, then shoved a different
SIG Sauer into his hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"What
the hell are you doing?" Carpenter asked, although he had a sinking
feeling in the pit of his stomach he already had the answer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"The
SIG in your hand is the weapon used to take out your entire team. Nope, don't even try, the clip is empty, so
you can't shoot me." Webster chuckled
and it took every ounce of discipline to keep from trying to kick his teeth
down his throat. He jerked against his
captors' hold, but they didn't budge an inch.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"It's
been truly pathetic watching you with your goodie-goodie Boy Scout mentality,
thinking you could make a dent in trafficking in South Texas. Stupid fool.
Nobody will ever stop it, not when there are so many people practically lining
up to buy. Pot, cocaine, meth, heroin. That's where the real money is. It's all about supply and demand, Sammy. Junkies demand and we," he waved between
himself and Chavez, "supply." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Webster
held out his hand and Chavez handed over what looked like a sandwich baggie containing
an uncapped hypodermic inside. Peeling
away the plastic, Webster held up the syringe, its barrel filled with an unknown
golden-hued liquid. Handling it with
care, his black gloved fingers depressed the plunger, and a drop of liquid
pearled at the tip. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Best
stuff money can buy, Sammy. It's too
bad, really. If you'd been a little more
flexible, we could have worked together.
Kept the DEA in the dark and made a bloody fortune. A couple of years and we could've been living
like kings in the South Pacific." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Webster
gestured toward him, and one of the goons shoved Carpenter's sleeve up past the
elbow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"No!" He couldn't stop the single word from spewing
forth. No matter how hard he struggled,
he couldn't budge. Immobilized, Webster yanked
his arm forward, and plunged the needle into his vein. One quick press on the plunger, and it was
over. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
SIG fell from his limp hand onto the cold concrete beneath his feet. A strange warmth flooded his body and he knew
whatever Webster'd shot him up with was invading every cell. Whether a fast-acting poison or heroin, it
didn't matter. He'd be dead within
minutes anyway, because Webster was too smart to leave him alive. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"It's
too bad you took out your whole team, Sammy.
This crap really fries your brain, and it looks like you've sampled too
much of the product you're supposed to be stopping. Just one more thing to take care of and then
I'll let you rest."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Webster
placed the syringe into Carpenter's hand and made sure his thumb print was on
the end of the plunger. <i>Prints to prove I injected myself</i>. The man was nothing if not smart, and knew
how to cover his bases. Then Webster
reached down and picked up the SIG Sauer he'd forced Carpenter to hold minutes
earlier. He slid out the magazine and
put it into a pocket, and pulled out another one, identical to the first he'd
pocketed. He forced the clip into
Carpenter's hand, and wrapped his fingers around the outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Have
to make sure your prints show up nice and tidy on all parts of the weapon,
don't we?" With his vision growing
fuzzy, Carpenter watched as his former partner slid the clip into the gun and
chambered a round. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Sammy,
I'm gonna need you to pull the trigger. You
have to have gunshot residue on your hands for the cops to believe you took out
your teammates. That's right, slide your
finger onto the trigger. Good
boy." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Carpenter
tried to raise his hand and point the gun at Webster, but there wasn't enough
strength in his arm. It felt like it was
attached to his shoulder by rubber-bands and dangled uselessly at his side. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Webster
tutted. "Here let me help
you." He stepped behind Carpenter and
brought his arm up, shoulder high.
"There we go, Sammy. Are you
ready?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Nuh…"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Sure
you are. You do this one little thing,
and then you can lie down and take a nice long nap, 'kay?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Inside
his head, Carpenter heard himself screaming.
The echoes rang inside his brain, but only garbled nonsense emerged from
his lips. Webster's hand wrapped around
his, finger pressed against his index finger.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">In
a move faster than he could anticipate, Webster swung the gun straight at
Chavez's laughing face, and squeezed Carpenter's finger onto the trigger. The gun jerked in his hand. He felt the recoil, watched the bloom of red
spread across Chavez's chest where he'd been struck. Droplets of blood splattered through the
air. The impact knocked him backward,
off his feet, and Chavez's head hit the concrete with a sickening thud. Sightless eyes stared upward, empty and devoid
of any sign of life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
SIG slid from his hand onto the ground at the same time his knees buckled. He slid in an inglorious heap onto his knees,
head lolling on his shoulders. Blinking,
he struggled to bring his surroundings into focus. A dark shape shifted and wavered in front of
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"Well,
Sammy, I'd say it's been fun, but you've been a real pain in my ass from day
one. All the big boys at the DEA are
going to be so disappointed their rising star turned out to be just another
junkie, looking for his next fix."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"You're
gonna…rot in…hell." His tongue felt
huge and thick within his mouth. He could
feel his lips moving, and wondered if anything he'd said even made sense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"I'm
sure I will, Sammy, but you'll be there long before me. Have a good life—what's left of
it." With that, Webster's shadowy
figure made a motion with his hand, and he felt a burning pain in his thigh,
felt something warm spill across his skin as the bullet slammed into him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">His
eyes didn't seem to be working right. He
couldn't focus, and all he made out were blurry, shadowy blobs moving away. One of them was Webster, escaping with the
rest of Chavez's crew, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">"You'll
pay…I swear…you're gonna pay…"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
slamming of car doors was the last sound Carpenter heard before surrendering to
the blackness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">15: Dani Haviland, Pool Boy Wanted (No Experience Preferred) - He’d never known a woman before, and that’s just how she wanted him. </span><br />
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Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-63350341179689701292015-06-18T14:38:00.000-07:002015-06-18T14:38:11.252-07:00FIRST BOOK IS FREE<span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;">It Happened In Vegas is FREE!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The first book in my new series, It Happened In Vegas, Lovin' Las Vegas Book #1 has finally been price matched at Amazon, so it is now free at all e-book vendors. So grab you FREE copy today. I hope you enjoy it and then you can read the rest of the books in this series. </span><br />
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Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-65745647810539856652015-06-16T12:46:00.000-07:002015-06-16T12:46:25.174-07:00BOOKS ARE LIVE!<span style="font-size: x-large;">LOVIN' LAS VEGAS SERIES</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">All four books in the Lovin' Las Vegas series are live at all e-book vendors. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had so much fun writing these books, and will definitely be adding more books to this series. Book #5 has already been written, and I'm currently halfway through book #6. This doesn't mean that I won't still be writing my romantic suspense, New Orleans Connection series. I love those books and have the next one already halfway finished (Carpenter A.K.A. "the ghost" book).</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: large;">But today's all about the Las Vegas series. Four friends. One Wicked Wager. What could go wrong? </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: large;">For more information on each book and the buy links for them, check out the books page at my website at: <a href="http://www.kathyivan.com/books.html">http://www.kathyivan.com/books.html</a> </span><br />
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</span>Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-80494273142563944382015-05-01T15:18:00.000-07:002015-05-01T15:18:10.127-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span> <span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My new series will be releasing in May 2015. It's contemporary romance (not my usual romantic suspense) and I'll be putting out four books at once. I know, I'm crazy, but what can I say--I love this new series. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The series is about four women who went to college together and after they graduated they all kept in touch and would get together a couple of times a year to catch up on all the things going on in each of their lives. This time, they happen to end up in Las Vegas. After a little too much champagne, they start talking about the men in their pasts, the "one that got away." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'll keep you posted with the exact release date when it's available.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Until then, make sure and check out my backlist at all the major retailers. Book #1 in the New Orleans Connection Series, Connor's Gamble, is currently FREE at all sites.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-73875981280313709972015-03-24T14:35:00.003-07:002015-03-24T14:35:59.322-07:00Blogging TodayI blogging today over on the Plotting Princesses blog site about my love of #NancyDrew books.<br />
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KathyKathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-81795281305485947402015-03-13T14:56:00.000-07:002015-03-16T20:59:19.272-07:00NEW BOOKS AND LINKSI've just released three new books! That's right 3 new books in the New Orleans Connection series.<br />
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Relentless Pursuit, New Orleans Connection Series Book 2<br />
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Ultimate Betrayal, New Orleans Connection Series Book 3<br />
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Keeping Secrets, New Orleans Connection Series Book 4<br />
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Here's a look at all four covers from the New Orleans Connection Series. <br />
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Below are the links for all the books at all the retailers, for your easy use. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">B&N: <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1121362123?ean=2940151516617">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1121362123?ean=2940151516617</a>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Kobo: <a href="https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/keeping-secrets-27">https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/keeping-secrets-27</a>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">iBooks: <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/keeping-secrets/id975039089?ls=1&mt=11">https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/keeping-secrets/id975039089?ls=1&mt=11</a>
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Play: </span><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Kathy_Ivan_Keeping_Secrets?id=_zQrBwAAQBAJ" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Kathy_Ivan_Keeping_Secrets?id=_zQrBwAAQBAJ</a><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">I hope you'll check out all the books and I'd love to hear from you. </span></div>
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Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-53378145373349151502015-02-02T08:02:00.001-08:002015-02-02T08:02:42.257-08:00UPDATE ON NEW BOOKS!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wow, I just realized I hadn't posted anything on my blog in a month! A month . . . where does the time go?<br />
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I've been really busy writing up storm, and will have three new stories coming out soon. I'm really excited about them, and can't wait to share. They are part of the New Orleans' Connection series, my romantic suspense books set in and around New Orleans. <br />
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And I have covers!!! Brand new covers for all three books.<br />
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Aren't they absolutely gorgeous! <br />
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I'll be back to post a release date as soon as I know exactly when they'll be coming out. <br />
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Until next time,<br />
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KathyKathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-91676709146478975102015-01-01T00:30:00.000-08:002015-01-01T00:30:01.959-08:00Happy New Year<div class="MsoNormal">
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Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-28432626364603170612014-12-03T12:42:00.001-08:002014-12-03T12:42:44.774-08:00NYUS BLOG<span style="font-size: x-large;">Today I'm over at Not Your Usual Suspects, blogging about mystery, suspense, and romance, and why I like all three in my stories.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Click here to read the whole post:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><a href="http://www.notyourusualsuspects.blogspot.com/" style="font-size: xx-large;">NYUS BLOG</a><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Thanks for dropping by.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-68489653639550987912014-11-26T20:42:00.000-08:002014-11-26T20:42:32.398-08:00HAPPY THANKSGIVING!<h2>
<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">WISHING YOU AND YOUR FAMILY THE BLESSINGS OF THANKSGIVING.</span></h2>
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<span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">SPEND THIS TIME WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS AND KEEP THEM CLOSE. AND REMEMBER THOSE WHO CANNOT BE WITH THEIR FAMILIES DURING THIS SPECIAL DAY. </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Special thanks to all my readers. Without you I wouldn't be on this wondrous journey, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your kind e-mails touch me so much, and I truly cherish each one. The reviews you've left on my books at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iTunes, and Goodreads keep me writing. </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #fce5cd; font-size: large;">Stay tuned, because there are more books in the works (including Remy's story which is nearly finished) as well as some new things I'm working on. I really think you're gonna love 'em. </span><br />
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<span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;">Kathy</span>Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-67420929955537601732014-08-22T08:49:00.001-07:002014-08-22T08:49:48.196-07:00THE ARMCHAIR TRAVELER<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">I'm an anomaly. I freely admit it. Unlike everyone else I know, I rarely
travel. Exotic places around the globe
have never been graced with my esteemed presence. Other than an occasional writer's conference,
you will rarely see my eyeballs outside of the town where I live. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">But writers write about
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">I've walked on the beaches in
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The trade winds blow a soothing breeze, and the scent of hibiscus and
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for two, while sipping champagne and sharing intimate moments.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">Good writers transport me
(and hopefully you, too) to places we might otherwise never see through the
magic of their words. They bring alive
the sounds, scents and tastes of every element, so much so that if you were to
close your eyes for just a moment, you'd find yourself transported deep within
the pages of the story—feel as though you are right there with the hero and
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">This is what I try to bring
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suspense books are set in and around New Orleans, Louisiana. The French Quarter. The Big Easy.
Just hearing the name of the place evokes preconceived notions of what
it's like. I want you to hear the Cajun
and Creole dialect in the words. Feel
the energy of the crowds on Bourbon Street at night. Experience the joy and excitement of Mardi Gras. Smell the spicy jambalaya so hot and fresh it
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just a little something I'm playing around with. Still needs some work, but here are all the covers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kathy</span>Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-79208281687162588452014-06-07T18:09:00.001-07:002014-06-07T18:09:44.133-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"><b>9 WAYS TO FALL IN LOVE BOX SET</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are going to relaunch the </span><span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">9 Ways to Fall in Love</span><span style="font-size: large;"> box set on June 15th. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From June 15th through June 30th. For this limited them, <span style="color: red;">the entire box set will be on sale for just 99 cents</span>. That's right 9 complete books from 9 super authors for only 99 cents. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We've got a brand new, smoking hot cover and you won't want to miss the terrific (but for a very limited time only) sale. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Check back for the link when it goes live at the sale price. (If you go to Amazon right now it will still be at the regular price of $8.99.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mark you calendars for June 15th for this spectacular sale for award winning authors. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-9143024423856867932014-04-25T12:50:00.000-07:002014-04-25T15:09:18.593-07:00<b><span style="font-size: large;">Here's a convenient listing of all of the buy links for my books in one handy, dandy spot. Just copy and paste the link into your browser and it will take you directly to the site.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: yellow;">NOTE: For a limited time, Second Chances, book #1 in the Destiny's Desire Series, is FREE. </span> </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Amazon: </span><a href="http://amzn.to/1d1MZzx"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">http://amzn.to/1d1MZzx</span></a><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-555678252170290562014-03-25T20:18:00.000-07:002014-03-25T20:18:53.808-07:00Connor's Gamble In Print<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://www.createspace.com/4717918">Connor's Gamble</a></b> </span><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="font-size: large;">is now available in PRINT!</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><br />
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For those of you who prefer the feel of a paper book in your hands, here's your chance to read Connor's Gamble in print. If you are anything like me, you like to have your favorite books available in e-book format (Kindle, Nook, Kobo, etc.) and still have a print copy for you "keeper shelf." <br />
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Here's the link that will take you directly to the Createspace ebook store,where you can order a copy. It's also available on Amazon.com<br />
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Buy Link: <a href="https://www.createspace.com/4717918">Click here</a>.<br />
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And don't forget to come to the Connor's Gamble Launch Party over on Facebook on Friday, March 28, from 6 to 10 p.m. You can click on the JOIN button. <br />
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<br />Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-10200867068116301052014-03-20T19:47:00.001-07:002014-03-20T19:47:55.030-07:00New banner for my Kathy Ivan Author Facebook PageWith the release of Connor's Gamble, I'm working on updating the look on my Facebook Page. My good friend, Michelle Miles, created a new banner for it. <br />
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KathyKathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-60515937701002303472014-03-19T19:17:00.000-07:002014-03-19T19:17:12.703-07:00CONNOR'S GAMBLE IS LIVE ON AMAZONThat's right, you read it in the title above. <a href="http://amzn.to/1d1MZzx">Connors Gamble</a> is live on Amazon.com. <br />
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Be one of the first to read and review my latest romantic suspense. I really love hearing what you, the reader, think of the stories that I write and love hearing back from readers.<br />
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So, go and check out Connor's Gamble, the newest release. <br />
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It will be available on B&N and iTunes shortly and I'll post those links when they are available.<br />
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Amazon: <a href="http://amzn.to/1d1MZzx">http://amzn.to/1d1MZzx</a><br />
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Kathy<br />
<br />Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-50980379586122275372014-02-28T10:22:00.000-08:002014-02-28T10:22:14.229-08:00COVER REVEAL!<h2>
Here it is, just like I promised. The brand new cover for my upcoming release, <span style="color: cyan;">Connor's Gamble.</span></h2>
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Isn't it AWESOME!!!<br />
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I'll keep you posted on the release date (which should be soon, the book is being formatted for publication as we speak).<br />
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Kathy<br />
<br />Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-79694834407148075892014-02-24T18:49:00.000-08:002014-02-24T18:49:24.741-08:00<h2>
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<span style="color: red;">Friday, February 28th.</span></h2>
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I know its been a while since I posted, but I've got great news.<br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">Connor's Gamble, my brand new romantic suspense, will be released soon. </span></h2>
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So, Friday, February 28th, I'll be having a cover reveal. I'll be posting the cover here and on my Facebook Page. You won't want to miss getting the first look at this amazing cover. All I can say is it is HOT, HOT, HOT!!!<br />
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I'll post the release date soon. It won't be long. I know the anticipation is killing you, right. Here's the blurb for the story. <br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: cyan;">GAMBLING ON LOVE CAN BE DEADLY</span></span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;">Injured while helping capture a notorious serial killer, all New Orleans firefighter Connor Scott wants is to visit his grandmother in Florida for a few days of rest, relaxation and recovery. The last thing he expects is to be stuck on a bus loaded with senior citizens—and his ex-wife.<br />
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Alyssa Scott thought she'd left the baggage of her old life far behind when she moved to Florida. Instead she's chaperoning the senior group and dealing with the one person she never expected to see—her ex-husband. <br />
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Sparks fly and passions reawaken. Neither Connor nor Alyssa can deny the feelings they still hold for each other. But a sinister threat from Connor's past thrusts them into a perilous game of cat-and-mouse to stop a ruthless killer before time runs out. Will Connor gamble everything to save the woman he loves? <br />
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Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-5575471395577924572013-09-23T06:16:00.001-07:002013-09-23T06:16:44.482-07:00UPDATE ON THE BOX SET -- We're #1 Just an update on the 9 Ways to Fall In Love Box Set (take a quick look at the last line). <br />
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Just a little update for the morning crowd!<br />
Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #419 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)<br />
#6 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Literature & Fiction > Genre Fiction > Romance > Romantic Comedy<br />
#8 in Books > Romance > Anthologies<br />
#8 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Literature & Fiction > Genre Fiction > Romance > Collections & Anthologies<br />
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#1 in Books >Kindle eBooks > Hot New Releases >Collections and Anthologies<br />
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Click on the photo on the right side bar to take you the Amazon page for more information or to purchase your own copy. <br />
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Thanks and big hugs for all your support. Kathy Ivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440759802997389459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236411981110743139.post-41511179414978371182013-09-09T20:10:00.000-07:002013-09-09T20:10:11.959-07:00THE PARTY'S STILL GOING STRONGWe're having a month long launch party over on Facebook for 9 WAYS TO FALL IN LOVE and there's still plenty of time for you to join in.<br />
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Every day we're giving away lots of prizes, so drop by and joint us. We've had some really interesting conversations, a few risque pictures (dealing with what's under a Scot's kilt) and fun galore.<br />
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The party continues through the end of September, which coincidentally is now long the box set is on sale. The price will go up on October 1st, so you need to buy your copy while the price is rock bottom.<br />
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Here's the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/567696843290957/">LINK</a> for the party. <br />
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