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    A Very Special Agent
    A Very Special Agent
    A Very Special Agent
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    A Very Special Agent

    By Betty Ann Harris

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    Best-selling romance author, Maggie Tyler, is being stalked and threatened by a psychotic fan. Alone and afraid, she turns to the FBI for help.

    Stephen O’Leary is the tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome FBI Special Agent who is assigned to protect her. Upon meeting Maggie, Stephen is totally smitten by this widowed beauty, a woman who possesses a kind heart and deep passions that match his own burning desires.

    Amidst danger, mystery, and the villain’s overwhelming compulsion to have Maggie all to himself, she and Stephen fall madly in love. But by doing so are they unknowingly sparking jealousy and a dangerous obsession the stalker has to have Maggie all to himself?

    Review for A Very Special Agent
    I enjoyed it. The two main characters are charismatic and have great chemistry. I like how the relationship grows between the two of them and the love scenes are well written. The setting is very dramatic and lends itself well to the story. The author describes the setting well enough for the reader to picture it. The stalker just kind of sneaks up on the reader as well as Maggie and Stephen, and this leads to a very exciting and satisfying conclusion. This quick read is very enjoyable.

    Maura
    Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBWL Publishing Inc.
    Release dateAug 8, 2017
    ISBN9781773625850
    A Very Special Agent
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    Betty Ann Harris

    A self-admitted romantic, Betty Ann Harris also enjoys a good spy story. Combining the two, her most favorite genre is romantic suspense.Standing on the edge of danger, running away from the one she fears, and falling for the one who is trying to save her. This is the basic idea of her romantic suspense books. If you crave romance but love suspense, then you’ll enjoy her books.It is her desire to keep readers involved in the story, to make them feel they are right there in the scene. She writes descriptively about and uses dramatic settings. She also loves keeping her reader’s attention by building suspense and throwing twists and turns in the plot. Hopefully, you’ll be on the edge of your seat!She also enjoys delving into the world of romance and paranormal, because who doesn’t love a good ghost story?Go ahead, get swept away!

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    A Very Special Agent - Betty Ann Harris

    A Very Special Agent

    A Novella

    By Betty Ann Harris

    Digital ISBNs

    EPUB 978-1-77362-585-0

    Kindle 978-1-77145-303-5

    WEB 978-1-77362-586-7

    Amazon Print 978-1-77362-587-4

    Copyright 2014 by Betty Ann Harris

    Cover art by Michelle Lee

    All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the publisher of this book

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    Dedication

    For Nanette

    A friend who supported me through my roughest storm

    Chapter One

    Stephen

    Waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, I have to admit, was more than just a bit unnerving. The episode itself was bad enough, but I thought I was well over having those bad dreams a few years ago. Something must have reignited the memory of the incident and the trauma in my subconscious. Problem is, I had absolutely no control over it. It was the same dream I used to have over and over again. I hoped it wouldn’t reoccur as it had in the past. In my line of work, I couldn’t afford to be sleep deprived. I had to be alert and focused.

    I was guarding a congressman who was speaking at an event just outside of Trenton, New Jersey. It was an outdoor affair, which made my job a hell of a lot more difficult. You had to have eyes in the back of your head and be on your toes at all times. The stress of having to protect a politician in an everyday normal situation was hard enough. But having to protect one in a crowd of people was downright maddening.

    The congressman was speaking from up on a large platform stage. I was standing about four feet to his right and about two feet closer to the front of the stage. My eyes were continually on the crowd, scanning back and forth from left to right and front to back. To make matters worse, the backup guard I used when I was working an outdoor event was stuck in traffic and probably wouldn’t make it. I’d alerted the local police of the situation. As was usually the case, I was dealing with an adrenalin rush overdose. Trained to react to any sudden or quick movement, that’s exactly what I did.

    From out of the corner of my eye, I first saw the outstretched arm and noticed the dark hooded figure moving quickly towards the stage. At the end of that outstretched arm his hand was holding a pistol. About a millisecond after I saw the assailant take aim and start to squeeze the trigger, I was in the air, having dove in front of the congressman. I was already in mid-air when I heard the gunshot. It all happened in a split second.

    I felt the sudden impact of a bullet slamming into me, but I knew my bulletproof vest took the brunt of that first shot. But the second shot caught me just under my left arm. I knocked the congressman down and was half lying on top of him, my bright red blood seeping into the fabric of his custom tailored suit and starched white shirt. But I’d done my job and the congressman had not been hit. In a daze I looked out into the scattered crowd to find the assailant being tackled by two cops.

    The bullet was lodged in my flesh and I was bleeding pretty heavily. I could feel the warm, thick liquid seeping out of me. I had a strange, tingling sensation that ran down my limbs, and a sharp stabbing pain where the bullet was lodged. That’s when I must have passed out, and that’s when I woke up in a sweat from the all too real and agonizing dream. It seemed like it just happened, although it occurred several years ago. At least I was still alive to dream about it.

    I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face and took a drink. Then I went back to bed. It was the wee hours on a Friday morning and I knew I needed more sleep, but sleep now eluded me. At least I’d be going to the cabin after work that evening. I could catch up on some much needed rest and relaxation over the weekend.

    Somehow I made it through the day at work, a day that seemed to drag on forever. Luckily, I was just catching up on some paperwork I’d been putting off for a long time, nothing that required too much thought or action. But I was more than ready to start my weekend by three that afternoon.

    I said goodnight to my boss, Mitch, who always seemed to be in the office, no matter how early I arrived in the morning or how late I stayed some evenings.

    Good night, O’Leary. Have a good weekend.

    You do the same, Mitch. See you Monday.

    It was a Friday evening, the temperature unseasonably warm for mid-October. Driving along the winding road that took me higher into the hills and to the cabin at Moon's Peak Lake, I finally started to unwind. I could feel as the pent up stress left my overly tensed body. There was something about the air being so clean and fresh that helped clear my mind, and revived my soul. The trees were in their full autumnal splendor. Their vibrant colors punctuated the beauty of the rolling hills that seemed to go on forever. With the sunroof open and my favorite music playing, everything seemed just right, almost perfect.

    Driving just a bit too fast gave me a thrill. After all, it would be hypocritical to have a shiny, new sports car and not really drive it like the sweet beast it was. Actually, I think I was experiencing some mid-life rebellion. But in my line of work driving a sports car a little too fast is nothing. Danger meant running beside a car, trying to protect a public official, knowing there was a whacko out in the crowd just waiting to take a shot. Intent on killing you and the person you were guarding.

    One thing was for sure. The life of a special agent was anything but boring. For years, I’d thrived on the excitement of my job assignments; guarding politicians, going to fundraisers where there’d be celebrities, and accompanying those I was assigned to protect on first class trips. But my enthusiasm started to wane after the first few years. Lately, I couldn’t wait for the weekends so I could come to this place, my sanctuary, and enjoy nature, the rustic life and everything the mountains, lake and cabin had to offer. Protecting old government geezers and running beside their limousines at inaugural events was making me weary. Thankfully, my boss at the agency was considering some changes that would allow me to become involved with undercover or investigative work. It

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