You Only Love Twice
Chapter One
Marlie Montague was right smack-dab in the middle of exposing a
massive government cover-up when her front doorbell chimed, playing
the Mission: Impossible theme.
Although she heard the bell, Marlie was so deeply engrossed in the
comic book she was illustrating that the sound didn't really
register in her brain. She sat tailor-style at her white drawing
board, black charcoal pencil in hand, surrounded by a bank of
computer equipment, some ivory, some ebony, all Macs. She drew
Angelina Avenger with her eyes blazing and her guns drawn as she
confronted a top-ranking CIA agent about his part in a global oil
conspiracy.
Her pencil hollowed the lines of Angelina's cheekbones, accentuating
her haunting beauty and steely inner toughness. She employed the
eraser to perfectly arch her heroine's auburn eyebrows. Angelina
might be the most kick-butt crime fighter in the comics, but she
never neglected her grooming. The woman was serious trouble in high
heels.
Quite unlike Marlie.
She glanced down at the rumpled black track suit that she'd never
once run track in. It was two o'clock in ... read full excerpt from: You Only Love Twice ebook
