The First Mistake
by Merline Lovelace

Ten years ago, former special agent Cleo North ignored her gut instinct -- and a young sergeant wound up brutally murdered. Finally she is in a position to find out what went wrong.

Cleo is certain the official story -- a murder-suicide -- is wrong. Now she has a new assignment working with Major Jack Donovan and the Air Force Office of Special Investigations, offering security to a pampered celebrity as a front for a terrorism fact-finding mission. At last she has access to the one man she's sure is involved in the decade-old murder.

But as Cleo is plunged into a tangle of violence and lies, she must quickly decide who the real victims are. And who's covering up a first deadly mistake.

Other Books by Merline Lovelace

Catch Her If You Can
A Samantha Spade Mystery #3

Now You See Her
A Samantha Spade Mystery #2

All the Wrong Moves
A Samantha Spade Mystery #1

The Last Bullet

Merline Lovelace's Bio

I come from a military family. Dad served in the European Theater in WWII and retired from the Air Force in 1961. Mom was a real trooper—she'd pack up kids, dogs, cats, turtles and parakeets and make every move a grand adventure.

After attending Ripon College, WI; Middlebury College, VT; and Princeton University, NJ, I joined the Air Force and met this dashing young captain my second day at my very first duty station. We were married in Taiwan and honeymooned in Hong Kong.

A year later, Al got orders to Vietnam and I immediately volunteered to go. He served at DaNang, I was in Saigon—NOT an experience I'd want to repeat, although it did give me great fodder for my book, DUTY AND DISHONOR.

Many great assignments followed: Eglin AFB, FL; Maxwell AFB, AL; Kirtland AFB, NM; Randolph AFB, TX. Serving my country was a wonderful experience, one I'd recommend to any young man or woman who loves adventure and being part of something important.

Now I've hung up my uniform for good and gone blond (yep, they really do have more fun). Al and I spend most of our time traveling or chasing little white balls around the fairways of Oklahoma—when I'm not glued to my keyboard, racing to meet a deadline, that is. Life is good!!!!!