Any weird things you do when you’re alone?
They’re private and personal. That’s why I do them alone.What is your favorite quote, and why?
I’m big on quotes, so this required thought. I guess my favorite is the closing verse of William Ernest Henley’s Invictus: “It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.” The lines encapsulate how I have tried to live my life.What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
I’m a plain-vanilla man.Which mythological creature are you most like?
Probably the chimera. Their foreparts, middle, and tail are distinctly different, and my life has been pretty much like that; three distinct phases that have little in common.What are four things you can’t live without?
There is nothing a person can’t live without, other than food, air, and water. No matter how much we cherish something, how sincerely we believe it is essential to our very existence, the instinct for survival keeps mentally healthy people striving for another breath no matter what is taken from them. Forgive me for being so literal here, but I’ve always tried to avoid dependencies, whether physiological or emotional, that distort life’s trajectory.
by Gaylon Greer
Accustomed to a life of privilege, Shelby Cervosier new finds herself running for her life. Accused of killing an American Immigration agent, Shelby has undertaken a mission on behalf of a secretive American espionage agency in exchange for a promise of legal amnesty and political asylum in America. Now, however, the agent who coerced her into accepting the assignment wants her dead to cover up the bungled mission. Two hit men compete for the bounty that has been placed on her head.
Shelby and her younger sister flee into America’s heartland in search of a safe haven. They find only fear and danger, however, when they are captured by one of the assassins, Hank.
Prepared to do whatever it takes to keep her sister safe, Shelby cooperates with her capturer. Deciding that his feelings for them are more important than bounty money, Hank takes the sisters under his wing and secrets then away to his hideout: a farm in a remote corner of Colorado. They become a part of his extended family; they have finally found sanctuary.
Their safe new world is shattered when the second hit man, a relentless psychopath, captures Shelby’s little sister and uses her to lure Shelby and her lover into a middle-of-the-night showdown on an isolated Rocky Mountain battleground.
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After breakfast, while helping Latica with the dishes, Sheby decided to face the issue head-on. “About last night.” She concentrated on her dishwashing as she spoke, and avoided the other woman's eyes. “I'm sorry if I offended anyone.”
Latica paused in scraping dishes. “I told you my sister died three years ago, told you Hank never brought anyone to the farm before you. There was only one conclusion we could draw. None of us understood why you slept in the study.”
Shelby felt feverish. She knew her face must look sunburned, and it increased her embarrassment even more. “This is awkward.”
“It shouldn't be. Are you protected?”
“Hank protects me. That's why I'm—oh, you mean . . .”
Latica grinned. “No contraceptives?”
“I didn't anticipate the need.”
“You should take care of that. Are you and Hank still picking up Carmen today?”
“I think so.”
“Stop in Grand Junction and ask Hank's doctor to write a prescription. You'll need a morning-after pill, too.”
“For last night.”
“Of course.” She felt like a freshman on her first day of high school. “I'll ask Hank to—” He crossed the hall into the study. “He's awake.”
Latica filled a coffee cup. “He'll need this. Go.”
Shelby wasn't certain how he would feel about their night, and she didn't want to be presumptuous. Maybe he regretted it or felt she had taken advantage of him. Perhaps it had just been recreation. She found him sitting at the computer and placed his coffee by the keyboard. “Good morning.”
He lifted her hand to his lips. “Hi. Just about to check my mail.” He sipped the coffee. “Delicious, thanks.”
“You need to thank Latica. She made it while I overslept.”
“She'll excuse you.”
“She heard us last night.”
Looking up from the computer, he gave her a crooked grin. “They probably heard you in Grand Junction.”
Working with traveling carnivals and itinerant farm labor gangs during his teen and early adult years took Gaylon Greer up, down, and across the United States and introduced him to a plethora of colorful individuals who serve as models for his fictional characters. A return to school in pursuit of a high school diploma while serving in the Air Force led to three university degrees, including a Ph.D. in economics, and a stint as a university professor. After publishing several books on real estate and personal financial planning, as well as lecturing on these subjects to nationwide audiences, he shifted his energy to writing fiction. Gaylon lives near Austin, Texas.
Gaylon’s Web Site: http://gaylongreer.com/
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Gaylon-E.-Greer/e/B000APV4BE/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
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