I wrote Deidre's Secret when she was a teen, but I fell in love with her quirky character and wanted to know how she turned out as she grew up. Well, she became an Army officer, still has her martial arts training--compliments of her twin brother, Charlie, and she's not real happy with her assignment at Fort Hood, TX. It's kind of hard to meet guys with any stick-to-it-ness because she's still got a secret that she needs to keep.
But when a reporter moves in next door, she's not sure just want to think. Dave Carter owns a gun--it is Texas--and comes to her rescue when her brother suddenly drops into her life again. And from there it's the normal stuff that women and men tend to do when they're getting to know each other--boating, swimming, dancing at nightclubs--except for one thing...she has a secret that she tries to keep under wraps at all costs. And he has one too!
Which is difficult to do when she's under surveillance by the FBI, and people keep wanting her dead. Could a reporter, who's not really a reporter, prove he might just have what it takes to keep her safe--for the long run?
And this is the story of Deidre's life:
Excerpt from Bound by Danger:
Dave jerked the man’s jacket aside and smiled. He pulled a phone from his shirt pocket, then punched in the numbers on the killer’s cell phone for the driver of Charlie’s car. “It’s me. How’s it going with you?”
“Hey, Boss, we’ve got everyone from the other vehicle. Who all are we missing?”
“We’re gathering the crew this side of the washout. We’re waiting on Johnson. You head back an alternate route. We’ll meet in Orlando.”
“Charlie wants to talk to you.”
Before Dave could say a word, Charlie broke in, “I want to speak to Deidre.”
Deidre cleared her throat. “Are you all right?” She took a deep breath.
“Yeah, well they didn’t want you out looking for me and getting myself killed,” Charlie said, sounding irritated that he couldn’t have searched for her. “But I’m fine.”
Dave touched her shoulder, intent on getting them on their way.
She nodded to him. “I need another good bath, Charlie. We’ll see you in Orlando soon. No Disney World for me. You can take Marilyn with you. Bye.”
Bill hollered to them from down the road, “Got a car, just need his keys, and we’re good to go!”
Dave took the phone. “We’ve got a car. As soon as we round up Johnson, we’ll be out of here. See you in Orlando.” He clipped the phone to his belt. “Let’s get Ricky into the car. We’ll throw the other guy in the trunk.”
“Hey!” Johnson hollered.
Dave shook his head to see Johnson carrying the skin of the alligator over his back.
“Aren’t they on the endangered list?” Deidre asked.
“Not when they’re biting!”
Dave turned to Deidre. “Guy’s a hunter—big game, little game, you name it.” He waved at Johnson. “Okay, help me get this guy in the trunk.”
Johnson stared at the dead man. “Damn, who shot him dead? Aren’t we supposed to keep them alive for questioning?”
That's the key!
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