âKick-ass competence and comedy are a match made in heaven, when the author is Nancy Bartholomew!â
âJill M. Smith, Romantic Times BOOKClub Magazine
âStella! Wait!â Pete cried. âHoney, really, come inside. Letâs talk about this.â
I saw Lou Ann behind Pete, hastily pulling on her jeans and hopping around on one leg. She was panicked, and that made me perversely happy. I put the car into neutral and opened the driverâs side door. Pete looked hopeful, probably thinking that with just the right approach he could smooth the entire thing over.
âWell,â I said. âI guess youâd better pick one of us. Are you ready to start over, too?â
Pete looked puzzled, but Lloyd, the black-and-white-spotted mutt, bounded down the steps and leaped into the car.
âPete?â I said, my voice a sweet coo of encouragement.
âYeah, baby?â
âBite my smooth tender ass!â
With that, Lloyd and I drove away.
Dear Reader,
Weâre thrilled to bring you another exhilarating month of captivating women and explosive action! Our Bombshell heroines will take you for the ride of your life as they come under fire from all directions. With lives at stake and emotions on edge, these women stand and deliver memorable stories that will keep you riveted from cover to cover.
When the going gets tough, feisty Stella Valocchi gets going, in Stella, Get Your Gun, by Nancy Bartholomew. Her boyfriendâs a lying rat, her uncle's been murdered and her sexy ex is back in town, but trust Stellaâcompared to last week, things are looking upâ¦.
Loyal CIA agent Samantha St. John has been locked upâfor treason! With the reluctant help of her wary partner, Sam will hunt for the real traitorâwho bears an uncanny resemblance to Sam herselfâin Double-Cross, by Meredith Fletcher, the latest adventure in the twelve-book ATHENA FORCE continuity series.
Donât miss the twists and turns as a former operative is sucked back into the spy life to right the wrongs done to her family, in author Natalie Dunbarâs exciting thriller, Private Agenda.
And finally, a secret agent needs a breakâbut when her final mission goes wrong, sheâs pushed to the limit and has to take on a rookie partner. Luckily sheâs still got her deadliest weaponâ¦itâs Killer Instinct, by Cindy Dees.
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didnât seem like the Bombshell type at first. Sure, she grew up in Philadelphia, but she was a gentle ministerâs daughter. Sometimes, though, true wildness simmers just below the surface. Nancy started singing country music in biker bars before she graduated from high school. (And yes, her dad was there, sitting in the front row, watching over his little girl!) She graduated from college with a degree in psychology and promptly moved into the inner city, where she found work dragging addicted inner-city teenagers into drug and alcohol rehabilitation. She then moved south to Atlanta and worked as the director of a substance abuse treatment program for court-ordered offenders. Then Nancy turned to the final frontierâ¦parenthood. This drove her to writing. Now Nancy lives in North Carolina, rides with the police on a regular basis, raises two hooligan teenage boys, and tries to keep up with her writing, her psychotherapy practice and her garden. She hopes youâll love her âdaughter,â Stella Valocchi, and thanks you from the bottom of her heart for reading this book.
For Marti
Mentor, Midwife, True Blue Friend
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
In retrospect, perhaps kidnapping Lloyd was a bad idea, not that I regret it. I most certainly do not regret kidnapping Lloyd. It improved both our lives, and I can say that in all honesty, even if my law-enforcement career and reputation have gone straight to the dogs. Before Lloyd, my life was in the toilet, so anything short of the sewer is an improvement. I know what youâre thinkingâhow can a woman feel her life is on the upswing when sheâs just been shot at, arrested and thrown in jail? Trust me, compared to last week, life is most definitely looking up.
Last week I was just a junior patrol officer looking to make detective. All I wanted was my shot at the big time, and thanks to âNeedle Noseâ Robanski, I thought I was about to realize this lifelong ambition.
Needle Nose was on a one-man crime spree somewhere in Garden Beach, Florida. He had a nasty knack for waylaying exotic dancers, beating them beyond recognition and then finishing the job with a filet knife. I figured I was going to be the one to catch him. I guess I just didnât realize it would take more than a bottle of blond hair dye, stiletto heels and a fake leather loincloth to do the job. Undercover police work takes conviction. You have to sell yourself in your perpâs world. You have to be one of them and not just pass as a cheap imitation. So I was out there, selling myself, the night old Needle Nose made his appearance.