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Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
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Warner Robins, Georgia 31093
Unconditional Surrender
Copyright © 2007 by Denise A. Agnew
Cover by Scott Carpenter
ISBN: 1-59998-844-5
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First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: October 2007
Unconditional Surrender
Denise A. Agnew
Dedication
To Ernestine (Pam) Banikowski October 12, 1926-April 13, 2007
I’m honored to have known such a classy, spirited, and creative woman.
Rest in peace, Pam.
The name Ernestine was written into this tale before I learned of Ernestine’s passing.
That, among other things, compels me to honor her here in this dedication.
Thank you to my husband, retired Chief Warrant Officer Terrance B. Agnew, Lise
Fuller, Thomas B. Fuller, Jody Allen, E.F. Leddy, MG Spikers, and Mark Pfeiffer for
information on Army Special Forces.
Silly Fact That Made It Into My Fiction:
Once upon a time and long, long ago, I walked into my workplace one morning and
discovered that winds gusting upwards of 100 miles per hour had torn the double front
doors to pieces. Insulation, glass, and ceiling tiles were littered everywhere.
And that wasn’t even during a tornado.
Unconditional Surrender
Chapter One
Fredricka Ann Bodine had never seen a book she didn’t like.
Maybe read one she didn’t care for, but certainly never saw one she didn’t like.
But there was one she qualified as most favorite. As she cruised down the long aisle
filled with books, she inhaled the bouquet of old leather, fine paper, and—well—dust.
The head librarian, Ernestine, didn’t keep this old place as clean as she used to.
Freddie stopped at her favorite area in the aisle and reached for the huge picture
volume. Ah, yeah. She grinned. She couldn’t believe it was still here after all this years.
Twenty years to be exact. Thank God she’d been working out. This book weighed a ton.
She hefted the huge book and headed toward the end of the aisle near the wall. A
cozy spot waited. She sank into the padded chair and laid the book on the desk in front of
her. The tall sides of the library desk shielded her from prying eyes.
Yeah—like—you’re the only one in here other than Ernestine.
Still, the deliciousness of the moment, the clandestine feeling surprised Freddie. The
ridiculousness also teased her. Clarksville, Wyoming had a lot of secrets, and while her
love for this book wouldn’t cause a scandal, she still counted it as one she didn’t want
everyone to know. Satisfied, she smiled, tucked errant strands of hair behind her ears, and
opened the colorful volume.
And stopped dead cold.
“Damn it,” she said in disbelief. “Damn it.”
“Freddie?”
She almost came out of her skin. She whirled to the left. Standing at the very end of
the aisle, Keith Wallace stared at her with a furrowed brow.
“Oh—um, hi.” Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. “I didn’t know you
were here. Or even in town.”
“I didn’t know you were in town.” His voice, deep and overlaid with a sexy
huskiness, had always melted her insides like the most delicious combination of peanut
butter and chocolate and stirred feelings she didn’t want to have.
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