A Few Lines More...

Time again for a few lines from…

And today, let’s fly over the rainbow with Tess Ames of Miami Days & Truscan (K)nights…

Dalph stopped at the top of the hill. I turned my head around to catch his expression. It was full of fierce pride, of pleasure at his homecoming, of dedication. Johnny was absolutely right. Dalph lived for this country. And based on knowledge gleaned from my entire twenty-four hours of residency, I was sure that one day he would almost certainly die for it.

Johnny pulled up beside us.

“Well?”

“I ain’t in Kansas anymore,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn sure ain’t, baby girl.”

And visit a few minutes with Sydell Voeller and The Fisherman’s Daughter…

"So you're a cop," she said, meeting his stunningly blue eyes, noting the breeze ripple through his hair. He certainly fit the stereotype. Broad shouldered and strong. Opened black leather jacket with the collar turned up. An incredible heart-stopper with his sophisticated good looks. But cops were the worst choice for a husband, she reminded herself--even if she were looking for one, which she definitely was not. Cops lived in the fast track. With violence. And danger. Cops were gunned down every day.

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