Marketing for Romance Writers Newsletter October, 2017 Volume # 10, Issue # 10 | Page 7

SHA RENEE (Cont.) FORBIDDEN KISSES: Anchored Hearts, Book One (Cont.) EXERPT CONT. My heart pounded, forcing panic through my veins with every beat. I stood, paralyzed with fear, as Com- mander Murphy strode right toward me. What was he doing here? We were several miles away from the base. I hadn’t considered the possibility of running into some- one who knew us. “Parker! How’s it going?” I shook his outstretched hand and prayed he couldn’t detect the sweat on my palm. “I’m good, Sir. How are you?” “As good as can be expected. What brings you to this neck of the woods?” “Oh. I, um... I’m picking up a gift. For a friend.” That wasn’t a lie... except Layla was much more than a friend. I tried to appear relaxed in spite of the alarming thoughts flooding my mind. Reduced pay. Reduced rank. Captain’s Mast. Dishonorable discharge. Confinement. “What about you, Sir?” “I just received news last night that my brother passed away. We’re flying to New York in just a few hours.” “I’m sorry for your loss, Sir. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do.” I had to calm my breathing, or he’d know something was up. A casual glance to my left showed no activity near the fitting room. His brow furrowed. “Actually, now that you mention it, there is. I’ve been working out the details for an up- coming operation. I’d hate for my impromptu travel plans to impede the mission.” He took a step closer to me and continued in a lower voice. “You’re the only one with the security clearance to access it.” “Say no more, Sir. I’ll take care of it.” “Great. I reall y appreciate your help.” I stole another glance toward the fitting room, hoping Layla would stay put for a while. Please let the zipper be stuck. When a squeaky door hinge announced Layla’s exit from the dressing room, my heart hammered wildly. Holy s***. This was it. The end of my career. 7