The answer is YES! I've had a lot of you ask me if I'd write a sequel to Guarded!
Okay, just for you here's a short story I've entitled Never Forget.
If you're reading my work for the first time – I suggest you start with Guarded!
CHAPTER ONE
He'd spotted her. Jolene Bachman had seen enough data on David Rossi to know that a lifetime spent chasing down bad guys sharpened one's instinct.
And David Rossi had radar to put most nuclear submarines to shame.
She folded the paper she'd been pretending to read and made her way to her car.
Rossi watched from across the crowded street in the café he and Aaron Hotchner had stopped at for lunch.
Five years.
Five years ago David Rossi buried her sister.
When Jolene finally climbed out of the jungles of South America, Mark had been there to meet her plane.
She knew immediately Olivia was gone.
Mark had graciously taken her to the small white stone at Arlington. In hushed tones he'd explained the mission and Olivia's final moments.
Now Jolene was determined to find out all she could about the man her sister died to protect.
She checked her rearview mirror.
His SUV followed a discreet distance behind her.
Jolene punched her cell phone, and the voice activated beep asked for instructions.
"Number, please."
Jolene slowed; she didn't want to lose him.
"Rossi – mobile," she spoke in the direction of the hands free unit.
Jolene pulled up to the security check at the Department of Veterans Affairs Hospital.
The hospital grounds were open to the public, but the research facility behind it required three security checks before anyone was allowed entrance.
Agent Rossi would be stopped at the gate.
"Hello?" Rossi's rich baritone filled the car.
"Agent Rossi," Jolene watched as he parked in a nearby spot.
"You have me at a disadvantage."
"Good," Jolene pulled through the first gate and followed the chain link fence to the next security check. "I'm the woman who's been following you for the past three days."
"Should I be flattered, or worried?"
Jolene rolled her eyes.
"I understand Agent Rossi you'll be promoting your latest book," Jolene glanced in the seat next to her at the title, "Unaware, The Victims of Ted Bundy."
Jolene could hear the hesitation in his voice. Was she a crazed fan, a publisher, or an eager agent trying to persuade him to let her represent him?
"Yes, I'll be signing copies at a bookstore near the campus at the University of Virginia."
Jolene smiled at the hesitation in his voice. He knew full well that there were a dozen or more bookstores in the area. By not giving her the name of the bookstore, he hoped to stop her.
"Good, I'm looking forward to meeting you."
There was a long pause, "Since you still have me at a disadvantage, how will I recognize you?"
Jolene grabbed the steering wheel to keep her hands from shaking, "I'll be the one with the forget-me-nots."