Authors: Dusty Miller
Tags: #thriller, #suspense, #satire, #spy, #international intrigue, #dusty miller, #the spy i loved
Lindsey
put her hand up to her mouth.
This was
unbelievable.
For the love of God.
Of all the colossal nerve.
And
Mister Kimball was right.
There really
was
a certain inevitable fate to it.
And if
Mister Liam Kimball was really that much of a bastard, then Lindsey
might as well go ahead and do it.
Between
the good guys and the bad guys, they’d stripped her down to her
constituent parts.
They’d
left her with nothing, nothing at all.
“
Right.”
You son of a bitch.
She was
tempted to crumple the whole thing up in a ball.
She sat
there for a very long time.
Her
stomach rumbled and she wanted to be alone.
When she
left she had it with her. She set the lock to snap and closed the
door with unnecessary force.
Callaghan,
may his soul rot in
hell,
was nowhere to be seen.
End
About Dusty Miller
Constance
‘Dusty’ Miller has written fiction, non-fiction and worked for
newspapers and magazines. She did a brief stint as sports editor of
a small-town weekly. She likes to make people laugh as well as
think. Her erotica has a strong sense of the dramatic. Out of work
and recovering from a life-threatening illness, someone suggested
writing erotica which she initially rejected for lack of
confidence. But love makes the world go around, and Dusty can no
longer deny its pull. Dusty squeezes a little writing time in
between raising a daughter and building a home-based
business.