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I write my books while sitting at my office desk or in my living room and most of the time I am fine with that. The world seems to fade around me as the scenes I am writing become more vivid. Yet when I watched Love, Actually and I saw Colin Firth writing at the edge of a beautiful lake, something within me stirred.
My favorite vacation destination would be a simple cottage in a rural area of Ireland where I could write to my heart’s content. From the cottage windows or lawn, I could see the gently rolling green hills and the purple heads of lavender swaying to one side with the soft breeze. As I turn to face the other direction, the natural beauty of a pond greets me, the breeze skipping over the surface of the water like faeries dancing. The water reflects the blue skies above me as the clouds clear away from the mist that greets me each morning.
The mist is welcomed each morning like nature’s way of refreshing the endless variety of green grasses and trees; of watering the bounty of flowers that nod and greet me as I pass by. The mists clear the dust from the door and the cobwebs from my brain as I awaken to the wonder around me.
A meandering path barely wide enough for a car stretches off into the distance; a road that takes me to the nearest village when solitude is no longer needed. And on a lazy afternoon, I might wander into that village with its quaint shops, the pubs that smell of sweetbreads and rye, the sidewalk cafes that beckon me to sit and watch the leisurely pace of the residents.
This isn’t a tourist destination but a village tucked far away from the fast pace of ordinary life. It is a step back in time when life felt unhurried, when tasks at hand need not be rushed by the hands of the clock, where beauty is there to be admired and loved.
I return home for dinner; a dinner for two, of course, with sweet wine and sweeter lips… Candlelight, the warmth of a fireplace on a cool evening; and as a restful rain sets in, it’s the perfect time to curl up beneath scented sheets and to while away the evening in another’s arms.
Then tomorrow and each day of my vacation, I will perform exactly the same routine.
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In Secrets of a Dangerous Woman, Dylan Maguire is back in his first assignment with the CIA: to interrogate recently captured Brenda Carnegie. But when she escapes again, it's obvious she's had help from within the CIA's own ranks. With Vicki Boyd's assistance, Brenda is back in Dylan's custody. And now he must find out why some in the highest levels of our government want her dead while others are willing to risk everything to help her. And when he discovers Brenda's real identity, his mission has just become very personal.