Would you leave witness protection …

 

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Excerpt from VANISHED in the Sun   

Chapter 3

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Every day Mia and I say thanks for everything you have done for us. You saved our lives, and we will never forget you. You found a safe place for us, and it’s very peaceful and fun here. Sunny weather like Mexico, tourists too, so nobody pays much attention to us. I think Mia’s happy.

I walked down the cobblestone streets to the ocean late in the evening last night. Someone followed me, but when I turned around it was only a young boy of seven, maybe eight. I think he was hungry. So, I stopped and sat on a bench and invited the boy to share Orelletes. These are lemon cookies with lots of sugar. Mia loves sweets, and they are the first things she learned to make in this paradise.

He had no shoes, and his eyes were so sad. I’m sure he lives on the streets. He wouldn’t speak to me, but he took the cookies. I’m going to find out if the orphanage can help him. I know he will be back looking for me. I remember what it was like to live on the streets of Zihuatenejo when I was six.

It’s good that you are letting me email you.

Yes, Mia knows we chat, and she is not jealous!

 Lucia’s iPad mini was encrypted. Without the correct password and process, no one could read the emails Carlos, or anyone for that matter sent to her. Raven had set her encryption up when he and his team became involved in the rescue and subsequent disappearance of Carlos and Mia.

She treasured the connection she’d formed with Carlos over the years. And as part of her journey, she was re-reading many of the emails Carlos had sent her over the last few months and some of the personal ones Mia had posted so many years ago.

Everything shifted in her personal life when she received that first email from Mia. Rescuing Carlos and Mia had been the beginning of the end of her career as an FBI agent.   She remembered that very first email like it was yesterday.

Mia; Puerto Vallarta. February 2012

 There is a great sadness surrounding my friend Carlos. I have known him for a few years now. I love him in ways I cannot explain, even to myself.

Once we became physically and emotionally involved, I knew he needed to tell his story. I asked him to try to write it down. He thinks he is telling his story to me. But I believe that in writing down his feelings, he might find peace and start to heal from his horrifying journey.

Anyways, what I think is not essential. This is about Carlos.

I am sending you my journals also, including our emails to each other.

This is very emotional for me. You will read many things between the lines. Most of them will be accurate.

He helped me save my life. So, I want to help him keep his.

I live by the philosophy that there are no accidents in life. If there are past lives, as some people believe, then this is the continuation of that life for Carlos and me.

Be patient with him and please try to understand. He is a beautiful person. He has spent a lifetime suppressing his feelings.

Stephen King, a favorite author of mine, once said that a story is like a fossil hidden in the ground waiting to be unearthed. Sometimes you dig with a shovel. Sometimes you search with a tiny brush. It’s taken me years to sift through his story and his life.

I have changed many names to protect Carlos. He does not yet realize the repercussions of his narrative. He is in many ways innocent and in other ways an old soul. I know you will find that hard to believe as you read about his life. Is it possible that I am the naive one here?

In any case, this is a story of love, of violence, of death and the sickness that afflicts our society today.

I hope you can find it in your heart to help us.

Lucia looked down on Sin City. The pilot turned on the seatbelt sign and announced the approach to Las Vegas McCarran International Airport.

Landing was smooth and easy. Yet, her heart was racing. She grabbed her carry on and slipped quickly off the plane. People walked with purpose, the excitement of dreams of big wins buzzed in the air. She walked past several vending machines, listened to the ding of slot machines, and grabbed a package of caramel Werthers to feed her insatiable sweet tooth.

The headlines on the daily news rags touted the war on terror, the war on drugs and speculation on the presidential campaigns, all of which were ultimately tied together if the world were ready for the truth. But these problems were no longer her life. She was formally retired and happy to say goodbye the stress of living in the USA. She’d earned her freedom. And she’d given up a husband to terrorism, and a police officer father caught in drug war crossfire in Texas. It was enough. Time to make a clean break and go home.

The limos stood in line awaiting those that lived to gamble and those that gambled to live. Lucia’s life had also been a gamble, but cards, dice, and horses didn’t do it for her. She walked half a block and slid into the first available cab.

“The Bellagio.”

“You must be from NYC.” The taxi driver smiled into the rear-view mirror.

“Why?”

“It’s the no-frills, let’s move it attitude. I’m from there too.” Like the Brooklyn accent and the Yankees cap wasn’t a dead giveaway.

“Really? Wow.” Lucia yawned and popped another Werthers into her mouth.

“Yep. Retired here fifteen years ago. The missus and I married forty-two years, five kids, and eleven grandkids. Took an early buyout from the telephone company. We don’t miss the cold for one minute.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Yep, and a good thing too.”

“What’s a good thing?” Lucia sighed.

“The buyout. After me, the company eliminated jobs, cut back. You know, cell phones took over. Hardly anyone has a home phone anymore. Companies merged. Yeah, if I’d hung in there, I might have lost my pension altogether. You? What do you do?”

“I work for one of those cell phone companies.”

“Oh,” hardly a pause. “Here for a convention?”

“No. Just a quick trip to see a friend.”

“Uh huh. What’s your poison?”

“Poison?”

“Yeah. Cards, craps, roulette, slots. What game do you give your money to?”

Lucia laughed. “I like poker.”

“Really, I would have said blackjack.”

Lucia returned to her cell phone and feigned interest, scrolling with intensity. She was small-talked out. She closed her eyes and pretended to nod off.

Chapter 4

“Welcome to the Bellagio!” A young stud, working as a doorman, no doubt able to procure anything your heart desired, attempted to help Lucia with her bag.

“No thanks. I’ve got it.” Lucia paid the driver, nodded her thanks and exited the cab. The doorman had already moved on.

She moved along with the crowds, pulled out the straps on her carry on and hoisted the bag onto her back.

For the next fifteen minutes, she blended in with the oohing and aahing tourists, mesmerized by CélineDion show tunes and the thousand dancing water fountains in front of the hotel. As the music culminated in a romantic 460 dance into the air, she slipped away without a backward glance.

She took a quick right down on Las Vegas Boulevard and dropped her old cellphone into a garbage bin wrapped in photos of Cirque du Soleil’s Mystère. She continued walking towards the Cosmopolitan Hotel then stood in line for the taxis.

She entered the next available cab. “The convention center please.”

Ten minutes later, she walked into the FED Ex on Hughes Center Drive.

“Parcel for Mary Lou Jones.” She handed over a business card made last week in NYC.

The senior citizen desk clerk returned from the back of the store with a large bulky envelope.

“Sign here.”

Lucia stuffed the envelope in her bag. She exited the FED Ex store, turned right, and walked seven minutes to the Fashion Show Mall.

Twenty minutes later she had a new cell phone with prepaid minutes, a skin-tight black t-shirt, a pair of black GAP distressed jeans, a jean jacket, a baseball cap and sunglasses. She paid cash.

She undressed in the east end washrooms by the food court and folded her old clothes into the new plastic GAP bag. She casually stuffed the bag through a bin set up for donations for the homeless located near the food court.

She took a quick food break trying to decide between a salad and tacos.

“You only live once.” She smiled at the young Hispanic chica behind the counter. She added a diet Coke, and potato chips to her order of carne asada with chili and guacamole. She found a lone table in the mass of orange plastic chairs filled with hordes of ravenous mostly overweight people.

Back to the garish tile wall, she was afforded as much privacy as she needed to nonchalantly open her brown envelope and study its contents.

A driver’s license with her photo in the name of Margaret DeSantos, and a Visa credit card matched four business cards. She peered into a secondary envelope but did not pull anything out. Inside, she could see a Mexican passport in the name of Luce Garcia Espinoza and a Bancomer Visa. She checked out a driver’s license from Mexico City, Distrito Federal in the same name. Then placed it back in the package. The pictures were recent. She’d emailed them from a private server set up by Raven. The new black Raven iPhone, no doubt carrying hidden features, was a bonus.

She knocked off her tacos, drank her diet Coke, and put the chips in her pack. After a quick online search on the burner phone she’d bought, she made a call.

Lucia smiled to herself. Talk about a seduction. Top-secret servers, ability to issue passports, driver’s licenses and set up credit cards, definitely got her juices flowing. And of course, she now knew that Israel used Raven to secure the transfer of Mia and Carlos out of the country to witness protection. It was the only way they could be totally safe until all the arrests had been made in the Diaz cartel family.

She moved the DeSantos Visa and driver’s license into her jacket pocket, cleaned up her trash, tossed a Werthers into her mouth, and strode to the mall exit.

A lone chubby security guard admired the hot woman with the long black hair and formfitting black jeans as she moved through the revolving doors out into the lights of nighttime Las Vegas Blvd.

 


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Action and Sex?

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I love 2018 already!

My readers have spoken. The first books to download into Kindles today were my JET series and Lie to Me an exposé on sex for money. 

You want more action and lots of sex? I’m up for the challenge.

Let’s start 2018 with a cover reveal. JET-Reborn will be added to 4 novellas in the JET series. I’m super excited about this story.

Will she finally settle down with Hannah in Paris, France? Being an ex-assassin for the Mossad is not an easy career to walk away from. Jet’s making changes in her life and she starts them in Cape Town, South Africa.  JET-Reborn will have you hopping from Cape Town to Paris, London and Doha, Qatar. The action is non-stop! 

And while you’re waiting, you can catch up by starting with JET-Exposed, the first in series based on Russell Blake’s highly successful and popular Jet! $1.99 download on your Kindle App.

Enjoy the ride!

And thanks for reading. 2017 was my best year yet!

JET-DISPLACED Jet #4 New Release!!

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Lynda Filler sets the international stage for book 4 JET-Displaced in her latest action thriller ‘JET’ KW series based on NY Times/USA Best Selling author Russell Blake

After the violent elimination of a sinister group intent on a cyber theft of 50 billion dollars in JET-ULTIMATUM, the ex-Mossad assassin JET and her four-year-old daughter Hannah hide out in an idyllic Raven Group safe house in a remote beach town on the Bay of Banderas in Mexico.

Until she receives a message: Get out now!

Once again, Luke Raven comes to the rescue, and enlists the help of the beautiful and cunning Eurasian Israeli operative JET on a mission to meet with her old friends, the new President of France and his wife Simone. Europe is in the throes of a major humanitarian crisis that undermines the safety and stability of the Western world. The Raven Group and a consortium of wealthy philanthropies have an audacious plan to help. But while they are distracted by the refugee catastrophe, a brilliant Syrian biologist disappears from a private lab at a famous foundation in Seattle, Washington. A plot is revealed to engineer the ultimate bio-weapon; and the race is on to find the virulent prototype before it reaches a megalomaniac in the Middle East.

Jet’s simple mission turns critical when intercepted messages from the Serbian/Hungarian border hold the final clue to this terrifying turn of events. From Mexico, to the United States, to France, Serbia, Hungary and Syria, JET rules!

 

When Raven Comes to Visit

I’m a big believer in signs and messages. After all I was given 6 months to live and was guided to Sedona, Az. for healing.

For the past six years Sand Hawks have been my totem animal. I live near the beach in Mexico and they’re quite common. But until a major event occurred in my life, I never noticed them.

I had a close friend, a Navy SEAL, who once served as Secret Service on Obama’s pre-election team. I called him my Warrior Man. He’d done all the things SEAL men do; but his heart was in South Sudan with the orphans and the displaced people. In the summer of 2011 when he retired, he followed his heart and went to live and serve amongst the refugees in Africa.

I found out about his death at midnight, November 2011. Supposedly he was fighting an incurable disease and lost the battle. I believe there was more to the story but I’ll never know. I never heard from him again. He left me a bodyguard. And he left me his journals in his will. He wanted me to understand his life and write about it. After more than a year, my bodyguard, who was Warrior Man’s best friend, refused to release the journals to me. Too much dangerous information for those still alive, including myself.

But my SEAL sent me Sand Hawks. The morning after he died they swooped down in my parking lot to introduce themselves. From that day forward, whenever something major was going on in my life, decisions, trouble, pain, the Sand Hawks would swirl above me. I remember laughing out loud at their appearance! Of course a warrior would send me hawks to let me know his spirit would always be with me. He’s been gone six years now. I think about him often. And treasure all our letters, and still stare at his photos and wonder about his life.

I tend to immortalize my lovers in my books. And that brings me to another very interesting man I call my Cowboy and mention briefly in LOVE The Beat Goes On. One day I will write that story too. Tthe timing is definitely not now.

In 2015 I wrote a novella called JET-Exposed based on the series by Russell Blake. In this book Jet meets up with Luke Raven, a billionaire techy/inventor/geek/warrior. Is he modeled after someone I know? Possibly. I like to leave my readers guessing.

I have no idea why I named him Raven. I wrote two JET books in 2015 and one in 2016 then went on to complete three novels. I love my JET series and my fans do too, so recently I decided to write a 4th. It will be out in July: JET-Displaced. It must be the right thing because a raven came to visit. Yes, he parked himself on the ledge on my patio and started talking to me. I was taken aback by his sharp voice and his change in pitch. Surprised and delighted.

He came back again the next day. Up close and personal. He waited to make sure I received his message. The Sand Hawks had moved on, and the Raven was now in charge.

When this totem appears in your life, amazing magic is imminent.

This beautiful black totem also brings messages of transition, change and healing because of its ability to cast light into the darkness.

When this happens, make sure that you are well grounded and have faith in your journey.

Raven magic will guide you through.

 

 

 

 

Excellent Books I Read in 2016

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Blake, Russell   JET-FORSAKEN (BOOK 11)

After months on the run, JET settles down, only to be delivered an unthinkable ultimatum she can’t refuse: risk her life, or her family’s. Spanning the globe, from Hungary to Israel to Azerbaijan, Jet must use every ounce of her skill if she is to survive.

Another breathtaking installment in the JET series by a NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author.

Hines, Raphael  BISHOPS WAR

This fast-paced and action-packed suspense thriller introduces us to Special Forces Sergeant John Bishop, decorated war hero, and nephew of crime boss, Gonzalo Valdez. After returning home from Afghanistan John’s hopes for a peaceful future are quickly shattered when he is catapulted back into the global war on terror through a succession of life-threatening events and corrupt intrigue. He battles against terrorist operatives in New York, a powerful Afghan warlord, and a psychopathic billionaire with powerful White House connections. When John’s uncle gets involved, he proceeds to treat John’s enemies to a bitter taste of mob vengeance. From that point on the ride speeds up and the reader will have to hold on for dear life. This is a thriller not to be matched for intensity and breathless excitement—not for the faint-hearted.

Neal, Toby   WIRED IN & Book 2, WIRED ROGUE

Special Agent Sophie Ang’s emotions are battered by a child kidnapping case that goes badly wrong. In tracking the criminal ring, her rogue data analysis program D.A.V.I.D. identifies an anomaly that leads her into a cat-and-mouse game online with a deadly enemy whose motives are unclear. The chase lures her through dark corridors of cyberspace into a confrontation with the violence from her past that sent her fleeing to the United States. She’ll need every skill she’s learned to defeat her worst nightmare—and the stakes couldn’t be higher.

“Toby Neal has created a wonderfully rounded action heroine with everything: looks, brains, mixed martial arts prowess, and the ability to swear proficiently in Thai and English. Fans of the genre will love FBI agent Sophie Ang, as well as the tangled web she must negotiate in the tropical setting of Hawaii.” Russell Blake, NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author

Weiss, Brian L,  Many Lives, Many Masters: The True Story of a Prominent Psychiatrist, His Young Patient, and the Past-Life Therapy That Changed Both Their Lives

As featured on Oprah’s “Super Soul Sunday,” the classic bestseller on a true case of past-life trauma and past-life therapy from author and psychotherapist Dr. Brian Weiss—now featuring a new afterword by the author.

As a traditional psychotherapist, Dr. Brian Weiss was astonished and skeptical when one of his patients began recalling past-life traumas that seemed to hold the key to her recurring nightmares and anxiety attacks. His skepticism was eroded, however, when she began to channel messages from the “space between lives,” which contained remarkable revelations about Dr. Weiss’ family and his dead son. Using past-life therapy, he was able to cure the patient and embark on a new, more meaningful phase of his own career.

DeLeon, Jana  LOUISIANA LONGSHOT (A Miss Fortune Mystery, Book 1)

Hey, I wanted to know what all the fuss was about?

CIA assassin Fortune Redding is about to undertake her most difficult mission ever—in Sinful, Louisiana. With a leak at the CIA and a price placed on her head by one of the world’s largest arms dealers, Fortune has to go off-grid, but she never expected to be this far out of her element. Posing as a former beauty queen turned librarian in a small bayou town seems worse than death to Fortune, but she’s determined to fly below the radar until her boss finds the leak and puts the arms dealer out of play. Unfortunately, she hasn’t even unpacked a suitcase before her newly inherited dog digs up a human bone in her backyard.

Thrust into the middle of a bayou murder mystery, Fortune teams up with a couple of seemingly sweet old ladies whose looks completely belie their hold on the little town. To top things off, the handsome local deputy is asking her too many questions. If she’s not careful, this investigation might blow her cover and get her killed. Armed with her considerable skills and a group of elderly ladies the locals dub The Geritol Mafia, Fortune has no choice but to solve the murder before it’s too late.

Ravikant, Kamal LOVE YOURSELF LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT

In December of 2011, I gave a talk to an audience of scientists, Pentagon officials, politicians, and CEO’s on the secret of life and how I’d figured it out the previous summer.

Afterwards, people came up individually and told me how much what I’d shared meant to them. This book is based on the truth I spoke about.

It’s something I learned from within myself, something I believed saved me. And more than that, the way I set about to do it.

This is a collection of thoughts on what I learned, what worked, what didn’t. Where I succeed and importantly, where I fail daily.

The truth is to love yourself with the same intensity you would use to pull yourself up if you were hanging off a cliff with your fingers. As if your life depended upon it. Once you get going, it’s not hard to do. Just takes commitment and I’ll share how I did it.

It’s been transformative for me. I know it will be transformative for you as well.