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Love, Danger, Homecomings & Heart β€” Your June Reading Escape Starts Here

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One disastrous night. One devastating man. One diabolical proposition.


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He’s stubborn. She’s tougher. His kid? Already picked the bride.


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A small-town second chance wrapped in danger, desire, and Sharon Sala heart.


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She came home to save the ranch… and found the cowboy she never forgot.


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A missing twin. A deadly cartel. One K-9 team caught in the crossfire.


Blowing My Cover by Lindsay Moran

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Blowing My Cover, November 2005
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BLOWING MY COVER
By: Lindsay Moran

My Life as a CIA Spy... a memoir

Berkley
November 2005
Featuring: Lindsay Moran
304 pages
ISBN: 0425205622
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Non-Fiction Memoir

Call me naΓ―ve, but when I was a girl-watching James Bond and devouring Harriet the Spy-all I wanted was to grow up to be a spy. Unlike most kids, I didn't lose my secret-agent aspirations. So as a bright-eyed, idealistic college grad, I sent my resume to the CIA.

Getting in was a story in itself. I peed in more cups than you could imagine, and was nearly condemned as a sexual deviant by the staff psychologist. My roommates were getting freaked out by government investigators lurking around, asking questions about my past.

Finally, the CIA was training me to crash cars into barriers at 60 mph. Jump out of airplanes with cargo attached to my body. Survive interrogation, travel in alias, lose a tail. One thing they didn't teach us was how to date a guy while lying to him about what you do for a living. That I had to figure out for myself.

Then I was posted overseas. And that's when the real fun began.

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