by RC Boldt
She leans back to peer at me, her eyes crinkling at the edges. “I know.” She dusts a light kiss over my lips. “I plan on loving you forever, too.”
“Good thing.” I smirk. “Especially with a baby on the way.”
Her eyes widen, and she goes still in my arms. “How did you…?”
“Now, Professor.” I grin. “You know I got my ways.”
Her cheeks flush, and she rolls her eyes with a little laugh. “I just took the test this morning. I was planning to surprise you with the news later.”
Speaking against the shell of her ear, I love how she shivers at my touch. “You made me the happiest man on this earth by marrying me. But giving me a baby?” I place a light kiss on her temple. “Nothing can top that.”
Turns out, I was wrong.
Because nine months later, Olivia Nicochávez gave me twin girls.
THE END
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The best love story is when you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.
—Author Unknown
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
The idea for this book was inspired when I read Joseph Pistone’s biography, Donnie Brasco, My Undercover Life in the Mafia: a True Story by an FBI Agent. Mr. Pistone had been undercover much longer than anticipated: from 1976 to 1981. (Initially, this undercover operation wasn’t intended to last more than six months.) As a safeguard, all records of his employment with the FBI were erased before the operation began. Only a few individuals were aware of Mr. Pistone’s undercover work.
Separately, I learned the tragic story of DEA Agent, Enrique S. "Kiki" Camarena Salazar who was tortured and murdered while on assignment and this heinous act was committed with the alleged complicity of the CIA. Good relations between the DEA and CIA became nearly non-existent at this point. This birthed the idea of having both the hero and heroine undercover for separate agencies, unaware of their fellow agency’s operation due to such tense relations and animosity amongst them.
I hope you enjoyed this story as it was one I thoroughly loved writing.
RC
xoxo
Excerpt from Hell Hath No Fury
PRESENT DAY
OCTOBER
“Fuck you, bitch!” His eyes spear me with pure hatred, and I’m sure he’s pissed for a multitude of reasons.
One of those might be due to the lethal broadhead arrow piercing his thigh and pinning him to the chair—and an uncomfortable one by the looks of it.
But the real kick in the teeth is that a woman is doing all this to him.
Me.
“Now, now.” My tone drips with condescension. “Is that any way to talk to a lady? I’m merely saying the Dixie Mafia should pay better than this.” With my bow in hand, I gesture to the interior of the house we’re in. It’s so goddamn plain, it looks institutional. “Plus,” I muse conversationally, “I think this place could use a woman’s touch. Don’t you?”
“Fuck you!”
When I slam the steel edge of the bow down on his left knee, he howls. “You really should broaden your repertoire of responses.” I fix him with a look of exaggerated sorrow. “I think you’re just blaming me for your heinous excuse for surveillance.”
His piece-of-shit partner snarls at me, teeth and gums showing the evidence of his monogamous relationship with chewing tobacco. Blood seeps from the wound in his shoulder where an arrow pins him to the back of the chair. “We ain’t into no anus shit!”
I stare at him. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Maybe I ought to beat the shit out of you with a dictionary instead.”
Dipshit with the arrow through his thigh glares at the other man. “She said heinous, not anus, you asshole!” Then he turns to me. “You won’t get away with this. Boss’ll notice us gone and send guys after you.”
When my mouth forms a grin laden with pure menace, the men’s expressions change in a flash.
“Oh, I’m banking on it, boys.”
I wasn’t always like this. I lived a simple life. I was married to a wonderful man and had a beautiful little girl. My dad was the typical doting grandfather.
Then one day, in the blink of an eye, it was gone. They took everything from me and nearly succeeded in taking my life, too.
Sometimes, I wish they had. I wish I’d died right along with them. Instead, I got left behind, buried beneath the suffocating rubble of heartache and devastation.
Now I’m extinguishing the lives of those who played a part in taking my family from me.
It’s time to see that justice is finally served.
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About the Author
RC Boldt is a USA Today bestselling author who enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl. RC loves hearing from her readers at [email protected].
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Check out my other titles:
Out of Love
CLAM JAM
Out of the Ashes
BLUE BALLS
He Loves Me…KNOT
Tap That (with Jennifer Blackwood)
The Good Samaritan
DITCHED
With a Hitch
Choose Me
Too Good at Goodbyes
Hell Hath No Fury