Roaming the Halls and the Seventh Floor…

…Annie perked up, pushing the memory of his wedding band out of her mind. She eagerly wrote him back, setting a date for the upcoming weekend. Hearing Allison’s meeting coming to an end, she quickly logged off and headed out to roam the halls for a bit. She liked to go up to the Seventh Floor, the place where the Director of the CIA and all of the real higher-ups of the Agency sat. It made her feel important, and the DCIA’s bodyguards were really cute…

It’s Nap Time… At the CIA!

…Annie looked over to where Beatrice, her elderly co-worker, usually sat. Beatrice was just waiting to retire, though she seemed much older than the usual retirement age. She wasn’t currently at her desk – she often snuck down to the Agency library where she could be found taking a nap on the sofa in the far back corner…

With friends like these…

…He wasn’t actually concerned about it, and he recognized Annie was a petty backstabber. But, he was the lead Security Officer for the division, and he did have to at least pretend to take it seriously and conduct a minor investigation. At this point though, he really just wanted Annie to leave his crowded office. He was beginning to choke on her overwhelming perfume that only moderately masked her body odor…

Only the Best Minds to Protect Your National Security…

…Annie held back her disappointment while she listened to Carina’s news of how she would be going TDY to Guantanamo Bay to assist with interviews of suspected terrorists. Carina practically trembled with excitement at the prospect of meeting cute military guys in GTMO. She had already gone out and bought a dozen outfits, all incorporating camouflage…

Cake!

“Vicky wanted me to let everyone know that there is a cake for Susan’s birthday over in East Group,” Sean announced, popping his head into the conference room. He shot a sheepish look at Marisa, who continued to frown.
Cake!
Annie felt her day improving already.
After about ten minutes of chatter about what kind of cake Bob preferred, he began the meeting with a quick description of what he hoped they could accomplish at the mediation…

The Scent of Patchouli…

“Can I use your shower?”
He wanted to wash the pungent scent of patchouli off of him. His wife surely wouldn’t appreciate what had just happened, and she had a nose like a bloodhound. Annie showed him to the bathroom and felt slightly offended when Julian slid the door closed in her face as she tried to join him in the steaming shower…

A Dancing Guy in a Doughnut Suit?

As a kid, I always loved writing. I wrote stories, I lived in my own little fantasy world. As a teenager, I excelled at writing papers where my imagination and strong opinions could shine through. All through my youth I loved reading books that allowed my brain to experience a different world.

Then, as an adult, I chose a career where creativity was used only in crafting whichever lie you would tell next. I went to work for the CIA, where I learned to write in “cable-ese”. I didn’t read many books for fun. I had to censor most of what I wrote or said to anyone.

After nearly a decade of having my creativity squashed, my writing stifled by the robotic tone necessary for cable writing, my creative writing ability is slowly emerging from a deep slumber.

The awakening of my creativity begins with my newest book, Mingling in the CIA: Annie, just released this week. As I enter into writing fiction, influenced by my experiences and people that I met in the Central Intelligence Agency, I truly am having fun seeing life through Annie’s eyes!

I think you will too.

Annie is not only available on Amazon. It is also available on Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, iTunes, and more!

Welcome to the world of a dimwitted backstabber…

Are you ready to get to know Annie just a little bit more? Next week, my new book Mingling in the CIA: Annie, the second book in the Mingling in the CIA series, will be available for purchase! Bumble through the life of Annie, a dimwitted CIA officer who drifts her way from assignment to assignment, all at the expense of national security. I can assure you, you will never view the CIA the same way again.

From my new book, Mingling in the CIA: Annie:

…A few hours later she was sitting at a small booth in a new Moroccan place that Carina had dragged her to.

Where the hell is Morocco?

She had no idea, but she thought the guys there must be cute, because their waiter was HOT. She felt her customary annoyance as Carina flipped her hair and threw on a thick accent while flirting shamelessly with the waiter. For the moment, it appeared her detainee love affair was forgotten…

Allow Me to Introduce… “The Blacklisted”…

…Prior to meeting each one, I would hear stories about what many of these people had supposedly done wrong in the past (the deed that their career would never recover from), and while there was always a shadow of mystery surrounding what created their tarnished status, some of the worst offenses one could be brought down for were either involving finances or sex. True or not, it did not matter, once the charge was levied, it was permanent. It was called a “hall file” – a mysterious record of the bad behavior that even The Blacklisted himself had no idea about. Anyone who was less inclined to think for themselves would believe the rumors, but I have always had a soft spot for underdogs…

Introducing the “Frazzled Woman”…

…She can talk your ear off and leave you wondering why you didn’t turn and run when you had the chance. She is prone to office meltdowns, occasional sobbing spells, and is an overall mess. She is also strangely obsessed with what she eats. She can spend hours discussing every bite of food she has consumed in recent weeks, days or hours (conveniently omitting the copious amounts of anti-depressants she inhales)…

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