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Snowbound secrets, shifter wars, family lies, and epic battles β€” September delivers it all.

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Some promises cost you the one you love.

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The Temple of Kronos wants her dead. The Stoneslayer wants her destroyed. Neither will have her.

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A poisoned cousin, a five-year-old's life, and a family with too many secrets.

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Betrayal runs in her blood. Justice runs in his. Together, they burn it all down.

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"ANOTHER WINNER!"
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Bestselling Cleo Coyle

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Running from her past, she finds a killer, a protector, and her faith.

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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