Synopsis: Despite a
contract on her head, lone Drug Enforcement Agent, Aliyana Montijo must ferret
out a mole and stop the assassination of top DEA officials, as so ordered by
the Colombian drug lord she seeks to take down. The task is a daunting one, for
there is no one she can trust. No one that is, until she encounters a most
unlikely ally.
Former
seventeenth century captain of the Dutch West Indies Company, Wolfaert Dircksen
Van Ness, now from a parallel dimension, encounters the beautiful agent during
an unearthly storm in the Bermuda triangle. Drawn to the Spanish beauty he
rescues, he pledges his assistance, despite her reluctance to accept either his
help or his heart.
Can
Wolf bridge both space and time to claim the woman he loves?
Excerpt:
Aliyana nodded as she released a breath and
said, “Yes, as a matter of fact they did. Hank has demanded a tour of Mercado’s
empire. He said that he wants to see the way they produce cocaine from start to
finish. By so doing, he could point out their faults and help them improve
production. According to Ortiz, Hank had the audacity to boast about his
knowledge of the latest in drug manufacturing technology as if they were a
bunch of ignorant ‘campesinos.’ As you can imagine, this rankled them a bit.”
“I’m surprised they aren’t going to use this
outing as an excuse to kill him,” Cornelius remarked.
Aliyana shrugged as she cast a brief glance
downward. “They actually mentioned that. However, as much as Mercado would like
to permanently get rid of the man, he’s going to show a bit of restraint and
allow the ‘pig’ to live—for now.”
“Did they mention whether or not Mercado planned
to comply with this requested tour?” asked Cornelius.
“He is going to comply, but not in the way Hank
intends,” she replied. “Mercado is going to take him much farther south, to a
factory and lab he no longer uses. He is sending some of his employees ahead to
clean the place up and make ready for their visit. Emil wants everything to
look as if the lab is in full swing.”
“So Mercado is conducting the tour personally
then?” asked Wolf.
“Yes, he is. He doesn’t trust Hank. Therefore,
he wants to observe his every movement, personally.”
“How long will it take them to get to this lab?”
“If it’s the one I think it is, about three,
maybe four hours. Why do you ask?”
Wolf brushed a hand against his beard as he
contemplated this unexpected opportunity. “How many such places could he
possibly take Morris?”
“I only know of two,” she said.
“How long would it take to get to other one?”
Aliyana shook her head as she lifted a shoulder.
“Oh, I don’t know—perhaps an additional half an hour or so. That’s why I think
he’ll opt for the closest one.”
“Did they say when they intend to conduct this
tour?”
“Day after tomorrow. Hank is supposed to arrive
at dawn. If you still want to follow the man, you will get your chance then.”
“So travel time, to and from is at least six
hours, maybe more,” Wolf mused aloud. “The tour itself will take some time.
What would you think, another hour maybe two for him to thoroughly inspect the
facilities?”
“Every bit of that and then some,” Aliyana said
as she knit her brows in consternation. “Wolf, why are you asking all of these
questions?”
“With Mercado out of the way, I’m thinking this
might be the perfect opportunity to escort you inside the man’s office so you
can raid those files on his computer.”
“But we don’t have all of the numbers to his
pass code yet,” Aliyana replied. “I can’t get inside without them.”
In response to the reminder, he allowed a slight
smile to emerge and for several long moments, he held her gaze without saying a
word. Her confusion finally gave way to understanding. He could see it. She
drew in a sharp breath as a burst of anger exploded onto her cheeks.
“You have the ability to get me inside that
office anytime you want to, don’t you Captain Wolfaert Dircksen Van Ness,” she
spat.
Wolf folded his arms against his chest, flashed
a full-fledged grin, and bounced his brows.
“I can’t believe you would withhold that
information from me,” she seethed as her eyes shot lethal daggers into his
person. “And you just let me keep watching that screen for hours on end when
such a need didn’t exist—”
“Oh come on, Aliyana,” Wolf laughingly
protested. “You surely didn’t think I’d allow you to go in there until the
safest possible moment, did you?”
His humor did nothing to improve her anger. If
anything, it only served to fuel it. She shook her head then and let him have
it--with both barrels blazing--in Spanish, of course. And he enjoyed every
minute of the delightful display.
Author Bio:
Debbie has always had a soft spot
for fairy tales, the joy of falling in love, and happily ever after endings.
She incorporates these aspects into all of the paranormal stories she writes.
When she is not busy conjuring her latest novel, she spends time with the
beloved members of her very large family. She also pursues her interests in
family history and all things ancient and historic.
You can connect with her:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/DebbiePeterson1
Thanks for the teaser. I haven't heard of this one but am curious to look into it.
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Thanks for sharing your blog space with me today!
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