Another Hump Day and more words. I thought you might like a peek at where my brain is at the moment. MOONSTRUCK: BETRAYAL combimes BRIDE’S MOON and ROGUE MOON, with added content that delves deeper into some the situations going on behind the scenes. In this instance, the story shifts to 12 years before ROGUE MOON, back before Hannah met Mac and the Wolves. She’s on her own, but y’all know Hannah. 😉
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Twelve Years Ago
Hannah hated airplanes. Hated to fly in airplanes. Hated jumping out of perfectly good airplanes. All of which her job entailed. Commercial flights gave her headaches. Military planes turned her all but catatonic. She hadn’t yet decided about this sleek private jet that belonged to the Joint Chiefs. She could stand up in it but she wasn’t exactly tall. The seats surrounded her in leather luxury and the airman with the mischievous eyes flirted each time he brought her a drink or snack.

She looked up as he approached. Yeah. He was about to start in again. She really didn’t want to remind him that she was a superior officer and he was enlisted. She was so not an elitist but sometimes?

“Time to buckle up, ma’am. We’re on approach to Nellis.”

Nellis Air Force Base, located in North Las Vegas. Home of the Thunderbirds. And a two-hour drive from her final destination. Groom Lake. Evidently, her USAF pilots didn’t have the security clearance to land there. Stupid Area 51.

She cinched her seatbelt a bit tighter and huffed out a breath. She caught the airman staring at her chest. Seriously?
“You know,” he said, all but purring, “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?”

On no. He didn’t just go there. She leaned her head back, eyes closed. Without opening, she said, “You realize I’m an Army major, right?”

The airman didn’t say a word. She opened her eyes and stared at him. “And you do realize that I’m a special assistant to the Joint Chiefs and that I’m here on official business?”

As she watched, his Adam’s apple dipped hard as he swallowed. When he didn’t speak, she arched a brow and offered him her patented you’re-a-dumb-ass look. He wasn’t too dumb to get the message. She didn’t get a salute but his hand rose to his brow before he stopped it.

Fifteen minutes later, she confiscated the front passenger seat of the black SUV that had been waiting on the tarmac for her, and yes, she had to pull rank to do so. She hated being chauffeured and she was going to figure out the route to this super-secret base hidden out in the badlands. Area 51 was a fiction but it sounded good. The official name was classified but the the dry bed of Groom Lake and those semi in the know called it the Nellis Bombing Range Test Site. That’s not the only thing that was out there.

Hannah settled in for the trip. As they hit the city limits, she closed her eyes halfway, giving the impression she was dozing. She wasn’t. She was watching and plotting. She was on her way to see a man about a failed experiment, with every intention of finding out where the bodies had been buried and which closet the skeletons were hiding in.
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What about you writers? Any hidden words to share? Readers, what books are hiding on your shelves that you keep meaning to read?