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KND Kindle Free Book Alert, Friday, September 16: TWO BRAND NEW FREEBIES! 1,100 FREE TITLES Sorted by Category, Date Added, Bestselling or Review Rating! plus … Adrienne Giordano’s A JUST DECEPTION (Today’s Sponsor, $4.79)

 

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The protector: Peter Jessup, former Navy SEAL, currently employed by Taylor Security. He likes being the hero—in charge and in control. His client: Lawyer Isabelle DeRosa. The sexy brunette is the personification of Peter’s fantasies. She’s willing to get physical but nothing more serious. The assignment: When Isabelle becomes the prime suspect in the murder of her cousin, Peter is there to protect her and help her find the real killer. Their investigation leads to a big-name charity that seems to draw cultlike followers. Isabelle manages to infiltrate the group and become close to their leader, leaving Peter both jealous and worried for her. As their search leads to danger, Peter realizes he’s falling in love with Isabelle. He wants all of her, but she’s too used to guarding herself to let him in…91,000 words

 

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Adrienne’s Bio: Adrienne Giordano writes romantic suspense and women’s fiction. She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now lives in the Midwest with her work-a-holic husband, sports obsessed son and Buddy the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier). She is a co-founder of Romance University blog. Adrienne’s debut romantic suspense, Man Law, is available from Carina Press. Her second book, A Just Deception, will be available from Carina Press on September 5, 2011. For more information please visit www.AdrienneGiordano.com. Adrienne can be found on Twitter (@adrienngiordano) and Facebook (AdrienneGiordanoAuthor).

 

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Special Kindle Nation Daily Bargain Book Alert! 40% Price Reduction on David Lawrence’s MURDER IN MERRY OLD!

“Very smart writing, high style mystery mixed with sex, fascinating characters and an unforgettable Simon Grand. Great beginning to a Grand new series.”
-R. T. Jordan, Author of the Polly Pepper Mystery Novels

(The Grand Tour Mysteries)

by DAVID LAWRENCE

5 Stars

Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled

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“MURDER IN MERRY OLD” by David Lawrence is the first murder mystery novel in a series revolving around the central character, Simon Grand, who rules an empire of travel related businesses including books, magazine and newspaper columns, a videotaped series called “The Inside Guides” and regular guest appearances on television talk shows.

For pleasure more than profit, Simon Grand guides periodic tours for the affluent to the world’s most romantic places. Each Grand Tour lasts up to a dozen days and includes12 disparate guests who pay handsomely for a luxurious, pampered holiday planned and executed by the world’s most successful travel authority.

The 13th guest is always Death.

The scene is invariably a dream destination with a nightmare on arrival.

“Murder in Merry Old” is set in the lush, charming area of The New Forest in the southwest of contemporary England dotted with quaint and vibrant villages that seem caught in the peace and quiet of yesterday. Until Simon Grand and his ominous band of American tourists invade the Forest. Murder travels with them.

A dozen colorful characters locked together, isolated — strangers in a strange land — who bring along more baggage than their Louis Vuitton and who follow their leader, urbane and elegant, charismatic and enigmatic Simon Grand through Heaven and Hell.

You are cordially invited along.

Just pack something bulletproof!

WHAT THE REVIEWERS SAY:

Like being part of a guided tour to a really special part of England – the new Forest. This is an inspired idea for a series — combining travel with an edge-of-the-seat mystery story

–Jackie Joseph, Travel Columnist The Tolucan Times, Los Angeles

“Murder in Merry Old” is very merry and very murder-y. A Grand read. I highly recommend it.

–Jo Anne Worley, TV and Broadway Star.

Really sophisticated, exciting story; lots of twists and turns. Great characters with fab leading man. I especially liked the emphasis on high fashion combined with romance and mystery.

– Bob Mackie, world-famous Costume Designer.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

David Lawrence’s love affair with Europe began when he wrote and produced the TV Movie, “TOURIST” over a whirlwind 5-week schedule filming in London, Paris, Rome and Amsterdam.

Lawrence’s credits as Writer/Producer include “CONSENTING ADULT” – ABC TV Movie starring Marlo Thomas and Martin Sheen.

“THE FASHION AWARDS” – ABC Musical Variety Special starring Diahann Carroll, Ken Berry, Juliet Prowse, and John Davidson costumed by major fashion designers.

“THAT’S HOLLYWOOD” – Tom Bosley hosted 3 seasons for ABC, 72 half-hours on the best of the movies,

“M*A*S*H” – One-hour CBS Special retrospective for final year of the series.

“KEN FOLLETT’S KEY TO REBECCA” – 4-hour Miniseries with Cliff Robertson, David Soul, Season Hubley, and David Hemmings, filmed in Tunisia.

“HELEN KELLER, THE MIRACLE CONTINUES” – TV Movie with Blythe Danner, Mare Winningham and Perry King, filmed in England.

“VOYAGE OF TERROR: HIJACKING OF ACHILLE LAURO” – starring Burt Lancaster, Eva Marie Saint, Robert Culp and a multi-national cast, 6-hour Miniseries filmed on the actual ship and in her ports from Naples to Egypt to Israel.

“TV: THE FABULOUS 50’s” – retrospective NBC Special hosted by Lucille Ball, Red Skelton, Dinah Shore, David Janssen, Mary Martin and Michael Landon.

“SEARCH FOR TOMORROW” – final year of the NBC series..

“VENDETTA” – starring Eric Roberts, Carol Alt and Eli Wallach, and sequel “THE YOUNG MAFIA” each a 4-hour Miniseries filmed in Rome, New York and Montreal.

David Lawrence is a Past President of the TV Academy.

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Drake Bellamy doesn’t want to break the law. His mother is dying of cancer and his father has sent him out to purchase medical weed from an unknown dealer. Things go bad fast. During the deal on the fourteenth floor of an apartment building, the dealer disappears and Drake is stuck in the apartment with a dead woman.

The police are at the door. He has nowhere to go.

Now on the run from the police and the maniacal killers who seem intent on framing Drake for murders he didn’t commit, he must find out what’s happening before it is too late.

He discovers there is a reason behind the madness that has become his life. It goes back over twelve years to when Drake was in high school. To the day he was hospitalized with a concussion and his fiancé went missing.

The only way out is to clean up someone else’s mess. The only way out is murder.

Drake Bellamy didn’t want to break the law but now he’s out for blood in order to survive.

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This book is the crown jewel of Jonas Saul books to date. The Threat is a fast paced, gripping read that will leave you on the edge of your seat wanting more. From the opening scene where we first meet Drake Bellamy until the stunning conclusion, tension builds at a perfect pace pulling the reader into the story —  Lori Gordon

Jonas Saul’s ¨The Threat¨ is a must read. Everything, the characters, the story, the suspense… so well written (with a shocking twist at the end).   –  Laura Oig

I was impressed. The story kept me page turning, it was quick paced. The ending was a little farfetched hence the 4 stars but it was interesting. I don’t want to give any spoilers … and I am looking forward to reading more of his works!  — Fred

 

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The first book in the Cody Gunner series by best-selling author Karen Kingsbury, A Thousand Tomorrowsa powerful story of a young couple whose love must face the ultimate challenge.

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KND Kindle Free Book Alert, Thursday, September 15: OVER TWO DOZEN (26) BRAND NEW FREEBIES in the last 24 hours! 1,100 FREE TITLES Sorted by Category, Date Added, Bestselling or Review Rating! plus … the 13th guest is always Death in David Lawrence’s MURDER IN MERRY OLD (Today’s Sponsor, $2.99)

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“Very smart writing, high style mystery mixed with sex, fascinating characters and an unforgettable Simon Grand. Great beginning to a Grand new series.”
R. T. Jordan, Author of the Polly Pepper Mystery Novels

(The Grand Tour Mysteries)

by DAVID LAWRENCE

5 Stars

Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled

Don’t have a Kindle? Get yours here.

 

Here’s the set-up:

“MURDER IN MERRY OLD” by David Lawrence is the first murder mystery novel in a series revolving around the central character, Simon Grand, who rules an empire of travel related businesses including books, magazine and newspaper columns, a videotaped series called “The Inside Guides” and regular guest appearances on television talk shows.

For pleasure more than profit, Simon Grand guides periodic tours for the affluent to the world’s most romantic places. Each Grand Tour lasts up to a dozen days and includes12 disparate guests who pay handsomely for a luxurious, pampered holiday planned and executed by the world’s most successful travel authority.

 The 13th guest is always Death.

 The scene is invariably a dream destination with a nightmare on arrival.

“Murder in Merry Old” is set in the lush, charming area of The New Forest in the southwest of contemporary England dotted with quaint and vibrant villages that seem caught in the peace and quiet of yesterday. Until Simon Grand and his ominous band of American tourists invade the Forest. Murder travels with them.

 A dozen colorful characters locked together, isolated — strangers in a strange land — who bring along more baggage than their Louis Vuitton and who follow their leader, urbane and elegant, charismatic and enigmatic Simon Grand through Heaven and Hell.

 You are cordially invited along.

 Just pack something bulletproof!

WHAT THE REVIEWERS SAY:

Like being part of a guided tour to a really special part of England – the new Forest. This is an inspired idea for a series — combining travel with an edge-of-the-seat mystery story

–Jackie Joseph, Travel Columnist The Tolucan Times, Los Angeles

“Murder in Merry Old” is very merry and very murder-y. A Grand read. I highly recommend it.

–Jo Anne Worley, TV and Broadway Star.

Really sophisticated, exciting story; lots of twists and turns. Great characters with fab leading man. I especially liked the emphasis on high fashion combined with romance and mystery.

— Bob Mackie, world-famous Costume Designer.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

David Lawrence’s love affair with Europe began when he wrote and produced the TV Movie, “TOURIST” over a whirlwind 5-week schedule filming in London, Paris, Rome and Amsterdam.

Lawrence’s credits as Writer/Producer include “CONSENTING ADULT” – ABC TV Movie starring Marlo Thomas and Martin Sheen.

“THE FASHION AWARDS” – ABC Musical Variety Special starring Diahann Carroll, Ken Berry, Juliet Prowse, and John Davidson costumed by major fashion designers.

“THAT’S HOLLYWOOD” – Tom Bosley hosted 3 seasons for ABC, 72 half-hours on the best of the movies,

“M*A*S*H” – One-hour CBS Special retrospective for final year of the series.

“KEN FOLLETT’S KEY TO REBECCA” – 4-hour Miniseries with Cliff Robertson, David Soul, Season Hubley, and David Hemmings, filmed in Tunisia.

“HELEN KELLER, THE MIRACLE CONTINUES” – TV Movie with Blythe Danner, Mare Winningham and Perry King, filmed in England.

“VOYAGE OF TERROR: HIJACKING OF ACHILLE LAURO” – starring Burt Lancaster, Eva Marie Saint, Robert Culp and a multi-national cast, 6-hour Miniseries filmed on the actual ship and in her ports from Naples to Egypt to Israel.

“TV: THE FABULOUS 50’s” – retrospective NBC Special hosted by Lucille Ball, Red Skelton, Dinah Shore, David Janssen, Mary Martin and Michael Landon.

“SEARCH FOR TOMORROW” – final year of the NBC series..

“VENDETTA” – starring Eric Roberts, Carol Alt and Eli Wallach, and sequel “THE YOUNG MAFIA” each a 4-hour Miniseries filmed in Rome, New York and Montreal.

David Lawrence is a Past President of the TV Academy.

 

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Special Kindle Nation Bargain Book Alert: an important event for fans of imaginative literature by indie authors: the long-awaited release of Moses Siregar’s full-length stand-alone novel, THE BLACK GOD’S WAR, plus a chance to get the associated novella free!

This week’s sponsor for our sister site BookLending.com’s newsletter involves an important event for fans of imaginative literature by indie authors: the publication of Moses Siregar’s full-length stand-alone novel, THE BLACK GOD’S WAR, just released and already the recipient of 9 straight rave reviews from Kindle readers:

The Black God’s War

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by Moses Siregar III

4.7 stars – 9 Reviews

Kindle Price: $3.99

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“The Black God’s War is, to date, the finest example of quality independent fantasy I’ve seen.”–IndieFantasyReview

 

“An inventive tale with high command of craft.”

-Scott Nicholson, Bestselling Kindle Author of The Red Church

 

“The writing is tight, the characters well-drawn and deep, and the world feels alive and many-layered.” -W. Brondtkamffer’s Blog

 

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Sabre Orin Brown is a legal advocate for children in the San Diego justice system. She witnesses her share of horror every day. Every now and then, that horror gets personal.

When Sabre’s friend Betty calls one morning with the shocking news that her husband was murdered in his sleep, Sabre makes it her mission to find the killer. The cops suspect Betty, and Sabre has no leads. It would be easier if Betty wasn’t hiding something, but even after she gets thrown in jail, she refuses to say a word about her past and the mystery that chased the couple across the country and ultimately hunted her husband to his death.

Sabre can’t put her own life on hold, either. She is still trying to protect the two children on her caseload whose parents have brainwashed them with a violent racial hatred. Even more, she’s also still recovering from the horrific events of the previous year, when a stalker burned her home to the ground.

Life never gets easy, but at least Sabre is not alone. She has the comfort of her calm and stable boyfriend, Luke, and the help of good friends. But when a private detective, JP, follows the murder from Betty s empty trailer home to a small town in Texas and a nightclub in Chicago, it starts to seem like finding the answers may be more dangerous than ever.

Only one thing becomes remarkably clear: When the people closest to you have so much to hide, you can’t trust anyone.

From the reviewers:

Teresa Burrell’s gripping legal thriller is sure to excite mystery fans with its fast pace and surprise filled plot. –Jeff Sherratt, author of the Jimmy O’Brien mystery series

A Smash Hit.  Teresa Burrell surpasses herself in this stand-alone follow-up to her debut novel.  –  Fairhaven

… good legal thriller to the final twist at the end, but keeps you guessing.  [The] book is written from a real/true lawyer point of view .  If  you like Law and Order series you will love this book…  — A. Stephens

Teresa Burrell delivers another smash mystery legal thriller in this follow-up to The Advocate. This time Sabre Orin Brown tackles a personal case involving the death of a close friend. The story takes a bunch of twists and turns until the final explosive ending. Page turner until the end! — Hamlet

 

Visit Amazon’s Teresa Burrell Page

Teresa Burrell has dedicated her life to helping children and their families in both the courtroom and the classroom.

As an attorney in San Diego, Burrell maintained a private law practice for twelve years, which specialized in domestic, criminal, and civil cases. Her work in juvenile court focused on representing abused minors and juvenile delinquents. Burrell has received several awards and special recognition from the San Diego Bar Association for her countless hours of pro bono work with children and their families.

Burrell has also enjoyed a satisfying career as a teacher. She has taught children of all ages with diverse backgrounds and special needs. After creating an after-school program that kept kids off the street, she received a community service award.

Now in semi-retirement in California, Burrell continues to educate groups about social issues impacting children and write novels, many of which are inspired by actual legal cases.

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Spectre of Intention

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Kaitlin Osgood has a stowaway. Underneath the glossy shell of the Senior VP for Countermeasures International lurks the tattered remains of the girl she once was: street rat and thief, Ashley Porter. In the middle of the Pacific Ocean on the cruise ship acting as the platform for the latest space elevator, she should finally be safe…
…safe from the sexy, enigmatic eyes of Director of Port Security Camden Glaswell who seems to see through Kaitlin’s ruse.
…safe from the relentless, burning pursuit of master thief, Stephan Chen, the chief architect of Kaitlin’s former life of crime—the onetime lover who haunts her still.
But Kaitlin has another secret: her talent for security comes not from the latest technology, but from her ability to sense people’s emotions, to see the ghosts of their intentions. It’s a talent she must learn to wield as a weapon before the mistakes of her past cost Kaitlin her life…

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CHAPTER ONE

 

Who was it who ran away like this?

 

Lady Liberty never said, “Give me your social outcasts, your criminals, your bored, your adrenaline junkies.” But that was because she was scripted with poetry, colored with hope.

 

So who was it really who ran away like this?

 

I had been all those things Lady Liberty never said she collected, but would I have ever considered this?

 

The gray ribbon dangled from the center of a perfect blue sky; its slender length held up by nothing, having no beginning, only an ending here on the gleaming white platform where I stood. I tilted my head back, the infinitesimal sway of the great cruise ship leaving me floating, feeling as though I could reach up into that sky and grasp hold of that ribbon, as though I could give in to its seductive song: Come away, come away with me. Leave this all behind and begin again. This time it will be right. This time it will be real. No more lies, just a pure, new beginning.

 

My hand floated up, but I lowered it back to the textured blue-gray silk of my skirt, dried the sweat from my palm. I had tried that before, the running.  As desperate as I had been, as terrified as I was now, I didn’t think that would have driven me here.

 

Pioneer’s Port.

 

No, I definitely didn’t have the stuff of a pioneer. To be frozen, canned, raised up this elevator ribbon to the glittering emptiness of space, packaged neatly in a voyager, and shot off toward a promising-looking speck of light whose only name was a meaningless jumble of numbers and letters.

 

I felt the familiar pull, warm and gentle behind me, long before his large hand settled on my shoulder.

 

“Kaitlin.” My boss and mentor, Jessie Broadbent, squeezed my shoulder.

 

I sighed and smiled, comforted despite myself.

 

He kept his deep, rich voice low. “We’ve gotten this far. Everything’s going to be fine.”

 

“Five years isn’t so long ago and this isn’t some playboy’s mansion or a corporate fortress with a little hole that needs patching.” I turned to face him and his hand slid away across the back of my suit jacket. “This is international security, a long-term, high-profile contract. They’re going to look. They’re going to find out.”

 

A smile creased Jessie’s tanned, outdoorsman face, framing his bright green eyes with the beginnings of crow’s feet. “If they were going to say something, they would have done it by now. We won this contract thanks to your sales expertise. No more cold feet. Kaitlin Osgood doesn’t get cold feet.”

 

No, but Ashley Porter sure as hell did. Especially when my signature at the bottom of that contract could be the last nail they needed for my coffin…if they knew. I took a deep breath, slid Ashley Porter back into her windowed closet where she was allowed to look out at the life we lived, but where her commentary would remain-after all these years-largely silenced. As my spine straightened and the worry slid from my face, Kaitlin settled back into place. I saw the satisfaction in Jessie’s eyes.

 

I inclined my head. “Shall we go sign the contracts, Mr. Broadbent?”

 

Jessie gestured for me to lead the way. Always the gentleman.

 

#

 

The operations side of the ship gave the impression of a neatly labeled rat maze, winding in on itself and tricking you from reaching your goal with endless sameness. Little cash had been put into softening the laboratory look of the halls and offices with their sharp right angles, shiny institutional flooring, and blinding white walls. More than abovedecks I itched for the sunglasses I’d left in my cabin.

 

By the time we reached conference room 5-F, I knew that if gremlins came along and removed all the small block-lettered signs along the hallway, Jessie and I would never find our way out again. Well, Jessie might, but by this point I was thoroughly turned around. The narrow meeting room we had been assigned even had laboratory-style mirrored observation windows down either side. Creepy. I glanced back at Jessie, but his hero mode had already been replaced with hardened security professional. I jerked Kaitlin over me a little tighter as he reached past me and opened the door.

 

White laminate conference table; cushionless, velcro-to-your-nylons blue upholstery on the chairs. Better than stainless steel with floor drains, I guessed.

 

A chair scraped as we entered the room: the don of the Pioneer Port Authority, William Nye.  His perfectly tailored suit and elegantly sculpted white hair matched the steady, focused push I felt radiating off of him. Not a cold or fiery push of negative intent, but that relentless forward energy that said he was already half way through this meeting and onto his next billion-dollar decision.

 

Seated to his right, J.C. Brands, Port Operations Manager, looked up at William. He seemed to consider rising as well, then sent us a vague smile and returned to reading whatever was on his workpad. No negative intent there either, just the swirl of warm thrill and frustrated fire of a man focused on untangling the kind of problems he loved. I smiled at J.C.’s thinning pate and strode across the room to shake William’s hand.

 

“Mr. Nye, I would like to introduce my boss and CEO of Countermeasures International, Jessie Broadbent. Jessie, Mr. William Nye.”

 

“Will, please,” Mr. Nye corrected as I stepped aside so the two men could shake hands. “Please have a seat. Mr. Glaswell, our Director of Port Security, will join us in a moment.”

 

Jessie looked to me. I smiled and gave a small shake of my head, got an I-told-you-so look in return. No, if the calling out was going to come, it was going to come from the man who belonged in the empty chair next to J.C. So that’s where I sat, directly in front of that empty chair.

And hoped. Hoped that it wouldn’t be him. Anybody but him.

 

The silence stretched. Logistically, it should have been my role to start up the conversation. My mind stayed stubbornly blank.

 

So Will, with his impeccable manners, set up the play.

 

“I’m counting on you and your team to test my staff during your stay. We expect to take our first prospective clients aboard in six months. Any of the restaurants, fitness facilities, hotel staff, spa, recreation-it’s all free while you’re here if you fill out the comment screen at the end of each day.”

 

Spa. If I survived this meeting, I was headed straight over.

 

“Thank you, Will. I’ll be sure to inform the rest of my team of your generous offer,” Jessie replied.

 

“I’m serious about this. I expect four-star service out of my people and there’s only one way to find out if they are going to give it.”

 

“Understood, sir.”

 

Nope. Jessie was not going to pick up that ball for me. I was definitely going to have to run with it myself.

 

“So, Will-”

 

The door popped behind me. I nearly popped out of my seat. I did end up coming  up out of my chair, just to see, just to finally know what was coming at me. As I turned, it grabbed me-a jerk of intention directed so forcefully at me personally that it had me hanging on to the back of my chair for balance. Bright blue eyes, shimmering with vitality. That sharp pull tightened, our first meeting in the flesh, the recognition in his fresh, vivid face, reflecting back the curiosity I knew he saw in mine. For a year we had worked together only as voices-a fast, well-matched rhythm, a pair of clever minds. For a year, I had known him without knowing him. Now here he was with the power to destroy my life.

 

He shifted the stack of workpads onto one arm to push back a short sweep of sandy, sun-bleached hair.

 

The movement broke the moment.

 

His intention shifted abruptly into a snarl of hot and cold, push and pull. Completely unreadable. Oh, shit.

 

Inside my brain, Ashley slammed open the closet door, “The perfect hair, the perfect blue dress shirt with the perfect tie. Don’t trust this guy. Get away! Get the fucking hell away!” Kaitlin grabbed that ragged old me and shoved her back inside, held the door closed against her hysteria. Kaitlin thought the man in that perfect blue shirt was the most beautiful, most dangerous thing she had ever seen.

 

I watched Camden Glaswell circle the sharp corners of the table followed by his two lieutenants. In my business, in my past, I had known a myriad of different types of law enforcement professionals. Protect and serve. Some embraced different faces of the protector: the tough guy; the righteous soldier…or the unfortunate bureaucrat with a badge.  For others it was the chance to play war games. Camden Glaswell came to it to help. Pure and simple. That much was in his face.  That much made me want to let Ashley take the helm and run. But more important was what made Kaitlin nervous:  the way his easy smile-as it crept up to fill those all too intelligent eyes-bore no trace of his disjointed emotional focus.

 

None of that stopped me from reaching out to take his offered hand, from letting that tingle of contact creep slowly up my arm.

 

“Nice to finally meet you, Cam.”

 

“How was the trip, Kaitlin? Any problems getting your sea legs?”

 

He looked so concerned; I smiled just to reassure him. “Barely noticeable.”

 

God, what were those eyes trying to see? I forced myself to relax under his scrutiny.

 

Finally, Cam released me to shake Jessie’s hand. “And the trip, Mr. Broadbent?”

 

“It was a smooth ride. Thank you, Mr. Glaswell.”

 

On that, I had to shoot Jessie a wry grin. A four-hour flight from Miami to Ecuador, a quick three-hour hop over to the Enchanted Islands, followed by a twelve-hour boat ride from the Galapagos to this unknown point in the Pacific. It would probably be exactly that many days more until my brain realigned with my body. Jessie was, of course, fine.

 

As Cam passed out the workpads with the contracts, I settled back into my chair. So I couldn’t read him. Then time to try the lieutenants. I introduced myself to each of them to give me the excuse to focus on them directly. The first woman was dark, maybe part African, part Hispanic. Ms. Davina Soto, Operations Security. Everything coming off of her said we were not her pick to receive the contract.  Her negativity focused more on Cam and Will with a little left over for Jessie and me. And then came the grinning redhead: Mr. Arlen McEnnis, Hospitality Security. Who was pretty much exclusively thinking about nailing me against the wall.

 

Okay, next!

 

I pulled the contract verification cards from my shoulder bag and handed one to Jessie. He looked at me for confirmation, but I could only shrug my eyebrows. I wanted to be reassured. Davina and Arlen seemed to have no knowledge. Will and J.C. didn’t seem to know. I couldn’t believe that Cam would have kept that kind of information from his boss or the managers he’d brought with him to the face-off. I should have been reassured…but alone, in my self-imposed exile, I just couldn’t read intentions like I used to. I couldn’t see what people wanted to do. I could only guess by feel-and that would always leave so much room for misunderstanding.

 

Time to take the leap.

 

Jessie and I passed the cards our lawyer had prepared for us over the workpad’s reader.

 

After a moment, the card flashed green with confirmation that no unapproved changes had been detected. I navigated through the signature screens, then laid my hand over the screen just as Will, Jessie, and Cam did.

 

Bio-signature one confirmed.

 

Raise pad for bio-signature two.

 

I aligned the marks on the screen with my eyes.

 

Bio-signature two confirmed.

 

Signed contract being transmitted.

 

Transmission complete.

 

Receipt of contract confirmed by:

Miller, Kohlson, and Associates.

3:00 p.m. EDT

May 13, 2048

 

It was done.

 

Nobody was pulling out badges. Or guns. Or handcuffs.

 

I probed out across the table. Cam’s frenetic, unintelligible emotional state remained unchanged.

 

Could I really have gotten away with it?

 

Ashley wasn’t buying it. In any other moment, the force of her distrust could have cracked that closet door, set her free. In any other moment. In this moment, Kaitlin struggled to keep a very unprofessional foolish grin off my face.

 

I glanced over at Jessie, the adrenaline of relief pounding through me so hard, I had to tuck my hands beneath the table. Jessie rose and Mr. Nye got to his feet as well. The two men shook hands vigorously. I dried my cold palms as Cam pushed up from his chair. Our turn. As his hand caught mine, he gave a little pull, drawing me forward over the table.

 

Beneath the congratulations of the other men, he murmured, “Are you alright, Kaitlin?”

 

Even Kaitlin couldn’t suppress a slight blush at that. Was it that obvious? With my hidden little ability, I’d long ago become damn good at hiding my reactions to the things I shouldn’t know. Cam gave my hand a little rub. I looked down.

 

Ah, the cold hands, I realized.

 

“I’m fine. Just tired.” I looked up into all that concern. “Thank you for all your help through this. Now I guess we’ll find out how well you hold up during deployment. If we are both still alive, I’ll buy you a beer on November 1st.”

 

He laughed at that. “So you’re trying to get out of the one you said you’d buy me at the end of the contracts.”

 

I shot him a sly grin and pulled my hand free.

 

I exchanged nods with J.C. and the lieutenants, handshakes with Mr. Nye. I turned to pack our legal confirmation cards away when Mr. Nye cleared his throat.

 

“Camden here feels that your company has the best mastery of the kind of security technology this port requires. And I trust him.”

 

I heard a “but” coming and straightened, turning. Ashley tensed.

 

Mr. Nye gave Jessie, then me a pointed stare.

 

Then it came.

 

“But, I believe in learning from history’s mistakes. As my people know, I see this port as the launching point for pioneers, pilgrims looking for better lives and new beginnings. Those original Pilgrims, the ones that first sailed for America, they trusted, too.”

 

Will settled his briefcase on the table top like a podium. Ashley had a death grip on my bag’s handle that I couldn’t release. Trust, he kept saying. Where was he going with this?

 

“The Pilgrims put their lives and their fortunes in the hands of Captain Reynolds and the crew of the Speedwell. Have you heard of the Speedwell?”

 

I shook my head, saw Jessie nod. Ashley had one eye on the door. As if there were somewhere to run, out here in the middle of the Pacific. Kaitlin double-checked the expression of polite interest on my face, made sure it matched the rest of the room’s occupants. I tried to feed from the press of their boredom and suspended impatience, but an underlying frisson of discomfort skittered across my arm from the other side of the table…Arlen, maybe Davina. Not the time to look. Not when Will had decided to focus his speech directly on me now.

 

“Two ships were to have sailed to the New World, Miss Osgood. The Mayflower and the Speedwell. But you rarely hear of the Speedwell. That’s because this Captain Reynolds used their trust to commit sabotage. He had the boat refitted with masts that were too tall, putting too much torque on the hull. The pressure caused gaps between the planks and the ship began to take on water. Our clever Captain Reynolds purposely put the Pilgrims out one ship, a quarter of their people, and likely a good bit of critical cargo as well. All to save himself a long, treacherous voyage and to placate the officials of a treacherous Dutch government.”

 

Trust. Treacherous. Betrayal. Is that what he thought? I never hid Ashley to betray anyone. Far, far from it. Will smiled as he lifted his briefcase from the table and nudged his chair back out of the way.

 

“Human trust is fallible and I don’t want my team caught second-guessing each other, waiting to become the next elevator to succumb to a terrorist attack from within. I want hope to be the focus here, not fear. So before this ship takes on a single passenger, I will expect everyone affiliated with this project to be thoroughly screened by this intention detection technology of yours with its statistically impossible two percent error rate. Myself and yourselves included. There will be no one exempt. There will be no Captain Reynolds here.”

 

“Yes, sir,” I nodded and Jessie echoed me.

 

Then Jessie and I turned and slipped out the door.

 

We walked in silence through the length of the rat’s maze.

 

We passed through the simple security between operations and hospitality.

 

We made it twenty feet down the plush carpeted hall to the elevator.

 

I burst into hysterical laughter.

 

“Oh, my god, he had me there at the end. He really had me. God, I think I’m going to faint.”

 

Jessie shook his head, but took my arm just in case.

 

“No faith. Come on, Osgood. Time to go do a little celebrating.”

 

Celebrating. Kaitlin wanted to throw confetti at the stars. But deep in the corner of her darkness, Ashley whispered about the inevitable sunrise, the dawn that would bring this long masquerade to an end.

 

And I chose to ignore her.

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

“Hey, my favorite pair of suits!”

 

Gerard swung us into the ship’s tiny sports pub with a gigantic pint of beer in his hand. And immediately began to chug down what appeared to be a good strong Guinness for long enough that I started holding my breath, wondering how much longer he could possibly keep going. He slammed down the empty glass next to Paula’s workpad. She jumped and Gerard tossed back his head in laughter.

 

“To our first billion!”

 

Jessie lifted the brimming glass Gerard handed him. “To our first billion.” He took a short drag from beneath the foam.

 

Gerard slapped a hand to his own chest in melodramatic disappointment.

 

“Come on, man, if I’m gonna keep your pace, you’re gonna have to buy me a replacement. Step this way to the buffet, my friend.”

 

I laughed, still too giddy to settle in for a long-overdue meal. Gerard, lean and pretty-faced, dragged his bulkier partner over to a table loaded with bar food and shouted for another Guiness. I leaned against the dark buttery wood of the table where Paula tapped furiously away at her screen in the dim light and watched the owners of Countermeasures International fall backwards in time through the portal of a beer glass.

 

I couldn’t really follow their friendship. Jessie was serious and steady, brilliant and ruthless, and a hero to the core of his gold heart. Gerard was the guy who ends up dead by the middle of the military buddy movie-the reckless “kid” full of joie de vivre, but missing the real reasons for being here. If at that critical moment five years ago, I had reached out to Gerard instead of Jessie, I would be pregnant and back on the street by now. Fortunately, I was better at reading people than your average refugee.

 

Jessie should have bored Gerard; Gerard should have tested the strength of Jessie’s last nerve. Instead, they seemed to balance each other. They divided tasks naturally between their strengths and weaknesses. I opened doors; they wordlessly took control of buildings. They had served in the Army together; they took what they had learned there, kept right on fighting. And now I was a part of it.

 

“Would you stop that?”

 

I laughed down at Paula. “What?”

 

“If Gerard sees you looking over there with all that hero-worship in your eyes, he’s going to walk over here and try to find a way to get laid and I’m going to have to sit through it.”

Whoops, time to put Ashley back away.

 

“Which is precisely why I don’t let him within ten feet of me. He can go buy himself a blow-up doll if he’s that horny.” Not a very Kaitlin thing to say, or maybe it was. Anyway, time to change the subject. I pushed at Paula’s pad. “What are you working on? Why aren’t you over there getting drunk?”

 

Paula ruffled her sleek mahogany hair, then tried to rub the life back into her petite, pale face.

 

“I was flipping through the micro-expressions database and came up with an idea I want to try.”

 

“Let me see.” I reached for the workpad and suddenly Jessie was right in front of us. He pushed the pad back to Paula.

 

“Not for you.”

 

Ignoring the sting of that parental wrist slap took the focus of every cell in my body, but Kaitlin didn’t take things like that personally. She didn’t wince with hurt. She just smiled and shook her hair back. Jessie stared me down, making sure his point had been taken. With a reinforcing tap on the table, he turned away and returned to Gerard and his dreams of what to do with his share of the billion. I glanced back at Paula, but she wouldn’t meet my gaze.

 

With a sigh, I pushed off the table and wandered toward the bar and the man doomed to wait on our tiny celebration. Above his head, flashes of a hockey game shared space with baseball, basketball, and soccer.

 

“Champagne for the lady?”

 

With the readiness of a well-trained host, the bartender held the glass out for me. I smiled and thanked him, turned back toward the room, only then realized that left me standing with a glass of champagne in my hand. I didn’t need to look to feel the yank of concern from Jessie. I gazed down at the golden liquid effervescing inches from my lips. One little sip; how bad could it be? Kaitlin would drink champagne to celebrate a moment like this.

 

I raised the glass to my lips.

 

Just one little sip.

 

Wine splashed over my tongue, tart and tingly, freeing. Freeing, granting Ashley full control of my brain and body. She wanted it all. She wanted it NOW.

 

No.

 

I breathed through it, willed Kaitlin back in control. Kaitlin set that glass back down. Kaitlin walked away from that bar. Kaitlin met the reproach in Jessie’s eyes with indifference.

 

“I think I’m more exhausted than I thought. I’m going to head up for a hot bath and some room service. I’ll see you boys and girls in the morning.”

 

Kaitlin spared Paula a nod, then walked away.

 

#

 

I got myself to the elevator. I reached for the ninth floor button, but met with resistance. I wasn’t ready yet to be caged up in my room. By god, I’d just signed a billion-dollar contract, a contract I’d spearheaded! My finger hovered over the button for the entertainment deck, then the deck advertising a park; passed the pools and the spa; settled on a set of decks that held “observation decks.”  I chose one at random and settled back for the ride.

 

The alcohol-lust still churned in my gut, but my mind was so full, it was easy to find something else to distract me.

 

Cam.

 

He was so different from what I’d expected. I’d looked forward to meeting him. Our working relationship had been filled with the light, short banter that made the day go faster-simple fun. So I’d expected, apparently foolishly, more of the same once I came onboard. But Cam in person, god, those eyes. And that mind, there was nothing simple about that mind.

 

Even if he knew nothing…

 

I caught myself tapping out my nerves on the railing.

 

Even if he knew nothing, I was in trouble in more ways than one.

 

The elevator door opened and I laughed to myself.

 

I stepped out into another hallway. This one was old-fashioned with real wood wainscoting on the walls, a richly patterned velvet-style wallpaper on the upper half of the walls. The fixtures were ornate brass, the floors, wood with an embedded carpet runner down the center. I followed the signs to the observation deck.

 

Brocade wing-back chairs studded the rear of the room. I passed them by, running my fingers along the ridges of the cool, satiny fabric. I followed a rail down to the floor-to-ceiling window that should have overlooked the elevator launch pad. But hours had bled into one another and it was dark now. The deck lights which, in just a couple months would illuminate the ribbon of nanotubes and its elevator climber, waited dormant for the ship’s less utilitarian occupancy.

 

So I was left looking out at blackness, most of the stars flooded out by the boat’s safety lights. The sliver of moon served as the primary reminder of the heavens this vessel promised. I looked down. At the base of the window, in heavy gold script lay the title of the room: The Dream.

 

I glanced around the walls of the observation deck and realized that I had missed the artwork, images from a dozen ancient cultures framed in gold and richly stained woods. Curious, I strode to the first.

 

Done in the stylistic strokes of old Chinese art, the image depicted a thinly bearded man in the heavy layers of his finery sitting atop a floating chair, one hand raised to the moon, a flock of cranes sailing by on a lazy breeze. I read the placard next to the picture.

 

“According to legend, Wan Hu, a minor official of the Ming dynasty, circa mid-1500s, attempted to become the first pioneer of space travel. Seating himself upon a chair mounted with forty-seven rockets, he gave the command and his forty-seven servants lit one fuse each. There followed a great billow of smoke and a terrible rumble.  When the air had cleared, both chair and pioneer were gone. A crater on the far side of the moon now bears his name.”

 

I laughed-a little too loudly for such an empty space. So that’s who did it. It wasn’t the wildly desperate or the wildly bored. It was the abject lunatics.

 

I wandered down the row, saw images from an ancient Persian epic, another throne pointed toward the heavens, this time propelled by great clawed eagles. The next portrait, a black and white of a five-thousand-year-old seal from Babylonia, the raised edges nearly erased by time, but there it was again, the mind of man reaching for the moon and stars, this time forgoing the throne, being borne aloft by a magnificent bird.

 

I stopped when I had come full circle, looked up again at the shine of that perfect crescent hanging in the sky. I laid my hand on the window, over that silvery light. The Dream. It should have been impossible, but our ancestors kept trying, kept fighting and dying over a chance to realize that dream, to become a part of the magic of the heavens. Sometimes my own simpler dream felt that impossible. Sometimes I felt like an abject lunatic for trying. But maybe, just maybe my fighting was done, too. Maybe I could stop looking over my shoulder and start looking forward.

 

Even as I thought that, a seeping warmth bloomed at the back of my head, my heart, my stomach. Him. Trying to take over.

 

I shook my head, shook out my limbs. The sensation fled. So pathetic. Out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, the only part of my past here to haunt me…was me.

 

And only if I let it.

 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the sweep of a flashlight in the dimly lit hall. How small an action to change the comfort of solitude into the chill of isolation. I reached into my bag and palmed a small spritzer of perfume, then turned my purposeful stride up the ramp. I could feel the hot anger coming toward me, knew it would hit me full on once the bearer of all that good will rounded the corner.

 

The guard and I saw each other at the same time. He lowered his flashlight and for a second I thought I saw something I hadn’t seen in a half a decade: the energy of his intention become corporeal. Ghosting ahead of his own body, a raging image of the man raised his transparent fist and took a swing at me.

 

I couldn’t stop myself from dodging. His intention scrambled as he stared at me like I was crazy. The ghost image vanished. Probably never even there.

 

Abject lunatic was right.

 

I kept my face blank, kept walking right past him, listened for his footsteps behind me. Didn’t hear them.

 

Caucasian male; six-foot one; two hundred pounds; short wavy black hair; large brown eyes; pronounced cheek bones; heavy on the stubble potential; large hands with cornered thumbs; size 14 shoe, slight turn out on right foot.

 

When it came time to vet the staff, that guy was going on a growing list of people who hated me. He’d be on the first boat back to shore.

 

Tough shit.

 

I hit the elevator. The perfume didn’t slide back into my bag until I saw the doors close over the vacant, antique hallway.

 

#

 

I breathed out the last of my adrenaline against the evacuation instructions on the back of my cabin door. I reached over my left shoulder and secured the door bolt. Sometimes I wondered if knowing what I knew was entirely fair. Maybe the guard was just pissed that some dumb blonde had set off the alarm and interrupted his poker game. That didn’t make him a sociopath. Of course, wanting to beat her face in over it kind of did.

 

If what I’d seen had been a real incarnation of his intent in the first place.

 

With a sigh, I tossed my bag in the middle of the bed’s bronze coverlet, checked the wall pad for any messages. Cam had scheduled our first meeting for ten o’clock the next morning. I chuckled. How thoughtful of him to plan some time for hangover recovery.

 

I kicked off my heels. My hamstrings screamed even as my soles sighed down into the soothing softness of the white carpet. I flung my jacket over my bag and stretched out the rest of my cramped body.

 

I wandered over to the mirrored closet facing my bed. Time to let Ashley out. I lowered my guard, lowered my body to the floor. Here was the street rat’s longest con: Kaitlin Osgood, Senior VP, Sales and Project Management for Countermeasures International. Seeing my own face in the mirror no longer gave me a jolt. Jessie and I had taken away the street rat’s kinky brown hair, replaced it with a stylish gold-blonde, shoulder-length swing. We’d dyed the brown eyes a serious shade of blue-gray. Hours at the gym had peeled away the roundness of fast food; the simple passage of years had transitioned a soft child’s face into the sculpted lines of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, but could still laugh about it.

 

Kaitlin Osgood.

 

Ashley reached out and touched the lines of Kaitlin’s face, traced her hair with more than a bit of wonder. Who might I have become if I’d never met Jessie? Ashley tried to place an image of herself over the blonde executive in the mirror.

 

She wanted the gentle image of my mother, the nurse.

 

She could con anyone, but me.

 

I corrected her idyllic portrait:

 

Hard sunken lines framing a hard mouth and yet harder eyes. Anger, suspicion, and the restlessness of addiction. Rough hair, rough skin with the perpetual pink stain of alcohol. A worn wardrobe that could never keep up with the weight gain.

 

She could con anyone, but me.

 

The wall pad behind me beeped. Ashley slid without protest back into her closet.

I rose from the floor, feeling long and light on my feet after spending that little moment without the mask. I touched the screen and Cam’s face appeared. That was unusual. He was a voice-only kind of guy. I turned on the video from my end with a smile.

 

Surprise flashed over his face. I reached up to toy with my necklace and realized why. The lacy cream-colored camisole from my suit probably looked a whole lot like lingerie from the camera’s perspective.

 

“Ah, am I calling too late?” he asked.

 

I laughed. “No, I just got to my room. What’s on your mind?”

 

“Well, I just got out of my last meeting and I thought I’d see if you wanted to go celebrate.”

 

This was a really dumb idea. I was so exhausted that I was seeing things and the man who probably knew too much wanted me to go play mental chess with him.

 

But god, those eyes.

 

“I’d love to. Give me about twenty minutes to wash the day off. Where do I meet you?”

 

“At the Parkside Café. See you in twenty.”

 

He signed off with a victorious grin.

 

As I moved in the direction of the shower, I acknowledged that this wasn’t going to be dinner between business associates. Ethical or not, I was being courted. And now I had to decide if I was ready to give Kaitlin a boyfriend.

 

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