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Secrets, Lies & Chocolate Chip Cookies #2

This is an ongoing journal by my dear friend and Enigma character, Tessa Scott. I warned her a number of times not to do this, but she insists. It’s only a matter of time before the truth catches up with her and the powers in charge shuts this down. Go ahead, Tessa.


When I decided to go to a geography conference in Washington D.C. I had no idea Enigma would be waiting for me. That scoundrel, Carter Johnson, flew the plane I took. Of course, I didn’t know until I landed it was him. Needless to say I freaked. I hadn’t seen any of those sketchy agents for a year and when I saw two of them in the airport, I knew it was only a matter of time before my life would unravel.

Between my uncle threatening the president and the Prime Minister of Israel, I didn’t have a chance of a normal trip. Oh! And did I mention a hurricane barreled toward the Atlantic seaboard?
Layers of mayhem started to fall into place. I found myself at odds with Captain Hunter. Again.
One minute he was trying to find me before some Egyptian yahoos found me, the next he was pretending to undress me while luring them to come after us. Talk about an avalanche of emotions as to how I really felt about the captain, just managed to confuse me more.
It felt like we were growing closer. All those months apart weighed on me, wondering if he was safe, happy or even loved someone. I wanted him to believe in me, believe that I could stop the terrible thing my uncle planned to do to the president. But in the end I sided with Uncle Jake. It would be my undoing.

Being dragged into an alley by Captain Hunter to hide from Egyptian terrorists, cowering on a balcony from a possible bullet, with a former astronaut at my side, and Agent Samantha Cordova looking for an excuse to kill me, rounded out my trip to Washington D.C. All this because my uncle got it in his head to he needed to make a political statement about the attack on the USS Liberty by the Israelis in the mid-1960s.

The lies are stacking up and yet, my husband Robert remains clueless about this double life I’ve promised to keep secret. His big concern was being able to get his picture taken with the president. He has no idea The Winds of Deception written by my friend Tierney James, was really about me. Maybe it’s for the best.

4 Responses

  1. Curiosity is a great angle to work for marketing your book. Makes me want to read it again!

  2. I still think there’s something off about hubby. I’m just waiting for the ball to drop. Can’t wait for the next installment to see what he’s up to.

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