Monday, April 5
Love is a fickle bitch. That’s right. I said it. Someone had to.
It’s not that I have anything against love, per se. I just…It’s complicated. Suffice it to say that she and I have met and parted ways. A few times. Each time, she sucker punched me then kicked me while I was down. Read more »
Instead of the regularly scheduled Love Will Lead Us chapter, please enjoy this preview prologue of The Alliance, Part 2 of the Undercover Series. (But it will make total sense even if you haven’t read The Freelancer.) This one starts the first week of March, but more information about the story will be released next week. The lines are drawn…It’s time to pick your side.
Check back in next week for multiple LWLU updates. How many? I’ll never tell. 
Jen
Tuesday, December 24
Washington, D.C.
I decided it was time to start packing. The movers would be here the day after tomorrow to collect my things. It wasn’t too late to back out, but I’d worked too hard for it to do that now, even though it wasn’t what I wanted anymore.
My homecoming was bittersweet. Read more »
“You have some nerve showing up here like this,” Daniel said the moment he opened the door.
“My flight is in a few hours. I need to see her before I go.” Read more »
I called the hospital every day to see how Jenna was, but she never accepted my calls. After spending a week under observation, I learned she was released. My emotions were still raw from the funeral, so I should have stopped to collect myself before going over to her condo and pounding on the door. But that would require rational thought; something I didn’t have, something I hadn’t had since Jenna collapsed into my arms, dying. Read more »
Monday, October 20
I spent the next week tying up the loose ends of the case and completing the necessary paperwork. I was cleared to return home on Friday, but I wanted to attend Collin’s funeral. Though I only knew him a short time, he became a friend to me. He was like family, really. Almost like an annoying younger brother. Read more »
It took a while to regain her composure. That conversation was without a doubt the most difficult she’d ever had in her life. Difficult, but necessary. Once the initial shock of it wore off, everything would be better. Sara just had to make it from point A to point B and all would be well again. Read more »
I had no idea what Oleander was besides the name of a chick flick I didn’t see, but the ER staff knew what they were dealing with. They promised to do what they could and took me into the waiting area. I called on the way in to have her family released from protective custody. They had a right to be here with her now. Read more »
I didn’t realize until I already exited 190 and was a few miles away on another highway that Jenna was the frantic woman waving her arms from the stalled van I passed. It would take too long to exit and get back to them and I knew I could already be too late. I glanced in my mirrors to make sure no one else was on the road before I slammed on my brakes and U-turned. Traffic was nonexistent on my drive up until this point. I prayed my luck would hold long enough to get me back to Jenna. Read more »
“Where are we going, Chad? What’s going on?” Jenna asked once she cleared the sleep from her head.
“You’ll see. How was the coffee?” Read more »
I was too late. Jenna was gone when I got back. Blackstone beat me to her. Read more »
“Sara, what’s wrong?”
If her life were a Michael Bay film, this was the point where the camera would swing around her and Paul in a slow, full circle. Just like the phone call in Bad Boys II that let Will Smith and Martin Lawrence know that things just got real, Sara could feel the decided shift. It was a moment where it felt like nothing would ever be alright again. Read more »
All the highways in Grand Prairie, Arlington, Irving, and Dallas were shut down, but the Addison tollroad was ignored. Of course, Chad was long gone before they thought to do anything. He could anticipate everything now before it happened. Read more »
“I did something bad,” Jenna said as I approached.
I helped her up and got her inside my condo. She was shaking so badly I had to practically carry her to the couch for her to sit down. I sat next to her and tried to put my arms around her to comfort her, but she pushed me away. Read more »
“I just got a call from McNamara. Blackstone is in the offsite fuel storage hanger. This is going down tonight. You need to get here. Now,” Collin said. Read more »
