New Release! The Secret Life of Charlotte Dodd
Charlotte Dodd is a spy. Only she doesn’t know it.
After taking an experimental drug to erase her memories of saving the world (or at least the country – several times) Charlotte is given a new life – a quiet, unassuming job, a second chance at love with Luke, and no one trying to kill her.
Two years later and with no recollection of saving the world, she steps in to help a random stranger and is amazed at the ease in which she dispatches her opponents using a rolled-up magazine. But how is that possible? She has Buffy-like fight moves, fires a gun with deadly accuracy and can use the air from car tires to keep breathing underwater.
When she meets Ham – why is he so familiar? The flashes, the déjà vu, the dreams…they’re not really dreams? Blowing up a building in Mexico, being buried alive – those things really happened to her? And what is her brother doing flying a plane? Turns out those two years of quiet with Luke was really an undercover mission to help bring down a secret organization targeting her family.
Charlotte needs to remember her secret life if she wants to save the world again and the only man she’s ever loved.
“Stupid girl,” he says. “Should have minded own business.”
“Yeah, that’s what they all say.” I swing my Le Club again but my aim is off and Bull grabs it out of my hand and tosses it aside.
“Not too fun without your pretty little stick, are you?”
Then the piece de resistance; by the big guy, not me – he picks me up by my shoulder and a handful of jeans at my hip–holding me suspended in the air for a second as I try to grab him. You know, when you’re about to be thrown into a swimming pool and you try to grab hold to take the person in with you? That’s me. But I don’t get a hold of him, and he throws me bodily into the side of my car. I land badly on the road with the wind knocked of out me. Saying this isn’t going too well for me is now an understatement.
But I’m not finished yet. I tuck my knees to my chest and thrust out with as much power as I can, catching Bull in his midsection, hitting him with a sharp foot to the groin, which can always damage a man, no matter how big he might be.
Teach him for trying to mess with a girl.
Bracing my hands beside my shoulders, I rock back and flip to my feet; a move perfected from watching all seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I grab my magazine from the ground beside me and tighten the roll, ready to finish Bull off. I’m getting tired of this.
“I’ve got another stick,” I say as menacingly as possible in my girlish voice. But there’s nothing girlish about how I can wield my movie magazine. Bull can do little but protect his head.
“Stop!” Scar finally calls out, still holding a gun on Doogie. If I didn’t know better I’d say both of them are enjoying the show. “Grab her and let’s get out of here.” He begins dragging Doogie to the car behind mine.
I can’t let them take Doogie. I don’t know why – I don’t even know who he is. Or who the bad guys are. Doogie could deserve everything that’s coming to him.
But somehow I don’t think so.
I poke my magazine into Bull’s throat and grab his massive shoulders, slamming my knee into his midsection – once, twice – before stomping on his foot. Leaning over, I aim a kick at the side of Bull’s knee at the same time I grab my Le Club from the ground. When I stand up, Bull is falling over and the Le Club is flying through the air towards Scar. It’s a perfect aim and hits him on the wrist bone and he drops the gun.
I had no idea I could throw a metal stick like that.
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