Bare Devotion by Geri Krotow Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Bare Devotion
The Bayou Bachelors #2
by
Geri Krotow
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pub
Date: 9/11/2018
Sweet
and sultry, hot and wild…that’s desire, Louisiana-style. And
there’s no one better to explore it with than one of the Bayou
Bachelors…
Returning to her
flooded New Orleans home to face Henry Boudreaux, the man she jilted
at the altar, is the hardest thing attorney Sonja Bosco has ever
done—even before she discovers she’s pregnant. Sonja backed out
of the marriage for Henry’s sake. He wants to be part of his
father’s law firm, and his parents will never approve of an
interracial marriage. Better to bruise his heart than ruin his life.
Henry can’t forgive
Sonja, and doubts that he can trust her again. But learning that
they’re going to be parents means there’s no avoiding each other.
Springtime on the bayou is already steamy enough…now they’re
living in the same small space while their damaged house is repaired.
And with each passing day they’re getting a little more honest. A
lot more real. And realizing that nothing—not even New Orleans at
Mardi Gras—glows brighter than the desire they’re trying to deny…
Sonja
bit into the almond croissant with the hunger that had plagued her
everyday of the past few weeks. Like clockwork, her appetite returned
late morning after the morning nausea passed. She
knew the exact night she’d conceived the baby. Her body had felt
‘different’ after the lovemaking session with Henry that had
lasted the better part of a late winter night after they’d won a
particularly challenging case. At first she hadn’t been able to
pinpoint it and blamed her exhaustion on prenuptial jitters. The week
before the wedding her breasts swelled, her nipples became sensitive
to the shower spray, and she’d felt as though her period was about
to start at any moment. But of course it hadn’t. She’d known two
days before the wedding for sure. Thank God she’d only shared it
with Poppy. If Henry had known she didn’t think she’d have been
able to walk away from marrying him as she had. The
memory of leaving her soulmate at the altar made the pastry feel
heavy in her stomach and she paused, closing her eyes and breathing
in and out slowly to ward off a wave of nausea. Anytime she
remembered their wedding day she felt sick all over again. “Is
it that good?” Her eyes flew open at the sexy baritone that only a
few weeks ago had coaxed an orgasm out of her as he spoke dirty words
into her ear while he moved over her, inside her, again and again. “It’s
delicious.” She put the croissant down on a napkin, next to her
stack of files. Henry’s gaze dared her to look away and she never
backed down from anyone, so she stared back. A quick flash of disgust
shadowed his face before Henry looked away and sat in the seat
opposite her, reaching over for his files. Usually they sat together,
ready to work until whenever it took to get the day’s items checked
off. It wasn’t going to get easy, ever, to know he thought so
little of her. Knowing she deserved it for something he didn’t even
know about yet—the baby—made it worse. “I
imagine you need time to go over these.” A deft verbal pitch to see
how she’d react. Would she go high, admit she should have been back
in the office last week, or go low and blame him for her staying
away, or ignore it? “Alesia sent me the files last week. I’ve
read through them all.” He
had to be playing her—Alesia told Henry everything. He’d know
she’d had copies to analyze. Their roundtrip tickets to Bali had
gone unused, so it wasn’t as if she’d been out of the country and
unable to do any work. “Any
concerns?” He kept his face low, focused on the paperwork, but she
saw the blood vessel just above his collar, pulsing in rhythm to his
heartbeat. Whenever Henry was agitated that was his tell. She used to
like to lick it right before he came. Heat erupted between her legs
and made her squirm. Apparently her guilt over not telling him about
the baby wasn’t the only reaction she couldn’t shake. She clasped
her legs together under the heavy mahogany table, grateful Henry
didn’t have x-ray vision. “No,
nothing to speak of.” Her voice was low and throaty and she wished
she’d tendered her resignation. It would be so much easier,
especially now when every damned hormone in her body was setting off
emotions she didn’t even know she was capable of. But a deft
noncompete clause she’d signed when his father had hired her
prevented her from going out on her own just yet. Brilliant
blue eyes watched her with usual alertness. “You sure about that,
Sonja? You’re acting like something’s not sitting right with
you.” “It’s
just this.” She motioned very slighting between them, using her
finger. “Awkward with a capital ‘A,’ am I right? We didn’t
talk about it as much as we probably should have this morning.” Of
course dearest Deidre’s appearance had shut down any chance of the
conversation they needed to have in private. The curiosity in his
eyes turned to frosted crystal. “Let’s
get it out on the table, then.” He splayed both hands on the dark
polished surface, and she wondered if he’d forgotten about the time
they’d both arrived to work early, too early. They’d ended up
here, naked, in under five minutes. Did he see her naked body as
she’d knelt on all fours, waiting for him to take her? “There
is nothing here. Whatever we shared was wiped out when you decided to
ignore my attempt to explain my actions to you.” “Wait
a min—” “No,
hold up.” He shot down her attempt to interrupt him with a flick of
his hand. “You made your choice. And you’ve decided to continue
on at this firm. We both need to raise the funds to get the house
rehabbed well enough to sell. Fine, I get it. But don’t think for
one minute that there is anything other than our working relationship
at stake. We’ve always enjoyed that, correct? And I’m willing to
work with you, until the day you decide to leave the firm. Because,
let’s face it, I’m not going anywhere. This is my family firm.
You, you’ll go out on your own or take a better offer elsewhere.
That’s okay. Until then I expect the best you have to offer, and
for you to kindly refrain from referring to what we shared. It’s
over.” Sonja
stared at the man who’d hung the moon for her and only saw the
stamp of Boudreaux on his expression. The same look his father had
when she’d told him to take the money and referral he’d offered
her to quit when she and Henry announced their engagement and shove
them up his tight white racist ass. He’d never fire her, not as a
black woman in his otherwise very white, very male firm. And
regardless of his racist views, Sonja brought in a lot of business
for their firm that they’d otherwise never catch. She’d expected
Henry’s father to give her a hard time, but not so much Henry.
She’d been a fool. “Our
professional relationship never had anything to do with our personal
life. Why should it now?” Henry
didn’t respond but instead glared at her. He may as well have
thrown a machete at her for how his silent gesture pained her. The
door clicked open and Alesia entered with trays of lunch food,
followed by two clients and Rick, the firm’s other NOLA attorney.
As she and Henry stood to greet them she eyed her almost-husband. Her
ex-fiancé. The man who’d broken her heart. Henry
was tall and professional looking, whether dressed in a classic suit
as he was now or in cargo shorts and a t-shirt like yesterday. He’d
been born to inherit his father’s firm, a lawyer’s mind part of
his gene pool. And until their wedding weekend, she hadn’t seen
that he’d also inherited the insatiable need to make everything
appear perfect. Hence the pristine wedding they’d almost gone
through with. Henry
wasn’t a people pleaser though, especially not to his parents. He’d
bucked their sensibilities and desires by choosing to marry her, a
black woman from a bayou family. Henry had never seen her as anything
other than the woman he’d decided to marry. She believed that. What
Henry had refused to see, however, was that his father was never
going to leave the firm to Henry as long as Sonja was his wife. The
firm was going to be dissolved and all of his father’s money given
to charity, eschewing being generous to either of his sons. Henry’s
younger sister, a social worker, was in the naval reserves and
somewhere overseas, so she wasn’t even on the family radar. She
hadn’t gone to law school; neither had Henry’s younger brother
Brandon. It wasn’t about the money, which was significant, but
about family legacy. Henry was the man to change it, to turn the law
firm into a contemporary, relevant part of the community, serving
diverse clients and causes. He saw that corporate law didn’t have
to mean serving the same good ol’ boys his father had. But
Henry would never have the chance to improve upon his family legacy
if she were around. The younger siblings had gotten the hell away
from the family dynasty. But not Henry. Henry needed to be part of
his father’s legacy in a way the other two didn’t. Because Sonja
saw this, saw the need in the man she loved so desperately, she’d
had no choice but to back out of their marriage. She’d do anything
for Henry’s happiness, and Henry would never be happy without
knowing he’d made a difference in what his father had began. He’d
never forgive her for leaving him the way she did and that was all
right. Sonja didn’t want Henry’s forgiveness. She’d wanted his
love, understanding and trust, but her expectations had been too
much. Henry didn’t have it to give. And
as she watched him, the one man she’d ever pinned all her hopes on,
she had to face the cold hard truth. She was as unworthy of trust as
Henry.
Fully
Dressed
The
Bayou Bachelors #1
There’s
nowhere hotter than the South, especially with three men who know how
to make the good times roll. But one of the Bayou Bachelors is about
to meet his match…
New
York City stylist Poppy Kaminsky knows that image is everything,
which is why she’s so devastated when hers is trashed on social
media—after a very public meltdown over her cheating fiancé. Her
best friend’s New Orleans society wedding gives her the chance hide
out and lick her wounds...
Brandon
Boudreaux is in no mood to party. His multi-million dollar sailboat
business is in danger of sinking thanks to his partner’s sudden
disappearance—with the company’s funds. And when he rolls up to
his estranged brother’s pre-wedding bash in an airboat, a
cold-as-ice friend of the bride looks at him like he’s so much
swamp trash.
The
last person Poppy should get involved with is the bad boy of the
Boudreaux family. But they have more in common than she could ever
imagine—and the steamy, sultry New Orleans nights are about to show
her how fun letting loose can be…
“New
Orleans serves as a strong supporting character in Fully
Dressed as
Krotow gives an inside view on the sights, sounds, and tastes of the
bayou.” —RT
Book Reviews
“Poppy!”
Poppy
Amberlin Kaminsky had never been so happy to hear her real name,
no matter that she’d spent the last eight hours and had taken a
taxi, train, and plane to do so. All to get to a place she swore
she’d never come back to after a Spring Break visit almost a decade
ago. It
was hard to tell whether the New Orleans’ Bayou air or her best
friend’s cloud of Kate Spade Live
Colorfully perfume
embraced her first, but once Sonja’s arms crushed her against the
familiar curvaceous figure of her college bestie, it didn’t matter.
Poppy meant to give the bride-to-be a reassuring, ‘glad to see you’
hug, but instead ended up holding on for dear life. Tears shoved past
her carefully made-up eyes, threatening to drip off her lash
extensions. They were the only part of her previous life that she’d
kept. Sonja
pulled back and stared. “Let me get a good look at you. What the
hell did you do to your hair?”
Sonja’s
expression reflected the shock Poppy had also experienced at her
first glance of her new ‘do. Gone was her, or rather, Amber’s,
signature sleek brunette bob. Her wild waves were back, as was her
honey blonde ombre, albeit with a little more brass. She
self-consciously reached for her bleached locks. “It’s part of my
get-away disguise.” As was the huge pair of sunglasses she’d worn
from New York City to Louisiana, which had worked since she’d
garnered minimal attention on her flight. An unusual event for Poppy
since being publicly dumped and Twitter-shamed by her ex-boyfriend.
‘Ex’ as in ‘I
want to draw an ‘X’ across his face every time I see it.’ “It’s
my real color, so at least the roots will grow out with no issue.” “Aw,
boo.” Sonja lifted the shades from Poppy’s nose as she uttered
the Cajun endearment and Poppy wanted to weep with the relief of
having the one person who really knew her—who
got who she was, who she’d been, how far she’d come—look into
her eyes and smile with no judgment. “That rat-ass did a number on
you, didn’t he?” Poppy
shrugged. “Screw him. That’s history, baby. Two months and twelve
hundred miles away. I’m here, and you’re getting married!” They
both squealed and hugged, hopping around as if they were still
college roommates with big dreams in front of them. Intact dreams
that weren’t shattered in skin-piercing shards about their feet, as
were Poppy’s. “I
can’t wait for you to meet Henry.” Sonja gushed as she opened the
hatch of her BMW SUV and reached for Poppy’s tote. “And he can’t
wait to meet you.” Poppy put her sunglasses back on and took in the
upgraded Sonja. Gone was the straightened shoulder-length hair of
their college days, replaced with a sexy soft afro. Lustrous pearl
drop earrings set off Sonja’s mocha skin. No more flip flops but
designer wedge sandals. Sandals that matched her thousand-dollar bag. “What?”
Sonja didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, these old things?” She posed
like the magazine model she resembled but after a split second bent
over in laughter, her smile flashing as honest and warm as it had
ever been. “Poppy, you look like you can’t believe it. A nice
paycheck and fancy clothes aren’t exclusive to New York City.” “Did
I ever say they were?” “You
don’t have to. Hell, I’ve been trying to get you here for years
and I had to go and get knocked up and married before you showed.” Poppy’s
stomach flipped. “You’re pregnant?” “Surprise!”
Sonja threw her arms up in a big ‘V’, joy radiating from every
inch of her curvy frame. Which was about to grow rounder. “But it’s
going to have to be our secret. It’s super early, but I have all
the signs and symptoms. I’m waiting until our wedding night to tell
Henry. That man is always surprising me, spoiling me, and I want to
be able to do it for him, just once.” Sonja’s eyes sparkled the
way Poppy had once dreamed hers would. Once she was married and
having Will’s babies. “How
exciting!” Her response sounded so lame even to her own ears. It
wasn’t Sonja’s fault that Poppy had planned to be pregnant with
her own baby by now, after having her own spectacular wedding on
Will’s yacht as it cruised Long Island Sound. She decided on the
spot to save her pity-party for later. This weekend her wounds had to
remain in her room, away from Sonja and the gazillions of
Louisianan’s she was about to meet. She hadn’t packed
mini-bottles of Maker’s Mark and a two-pound bag of Hershey’s
kisses for nothing. Although as the heat was already weighing in on
her, she’d be lucky if the chocolate drops weren’t all mush. Brushing
her ruminations aside, Poppy leaned forward and gave Sonja a solid
kiss on the cheek, seriously happy for her friend. And for herself—it
was a relief to close the door on her sad life for the next few days.
“We have a lot of catching up to do. I know it’s your big
weekend, and that we can’t do it all now, but I have to tell you
I’m so thrilled to be here with you, and happy that you’ve found
your soul mate.” Sonja
laughed and gave her another quick hug before she hustled them both
into the car and drove away from the New Orleans airport. “How
much of this do you remember from Freshman Spring Break?” Sonja
spoke loudly as she had the sunroof open and the windows halfway
down. The tropical air that blew against Poppy’s face was a balm
after the chill that remained in New York’s still-slumbering
spring. “I
remember that,” Poppy pointed at the Super Dome as they sped by it,
“and I remember it being a lot muggier than it is right now.” “It’s
supposed to get ugly by Saturday but I’m hoping the rain stays away
at least until Sunday. All I’m asking is for the wedding to go off
smoothly and for Henry and I to get out of here for our honeymoon.” Poppy
nodded, not wanting to share that the weather app on her phone
predicted rain in a big way starting tomorrow, early. Before the
rehearsal dinner. “The ceremony’s all inside, right?” “Of
course. Henry’s from a long line of Catholics—they wouldn’t be
happy with anything but a full-on Mass. They wanted it at Our Lady of
the Rosary downtown. It’s where Henry’s little sister went to
school so they have ties there. But we ended up picking St Louis
Cathedral. We love the history of it.” “Our
Lady help of what?” Poppy had been raised in a Polish-Catholic
enclave of Western New York and her own parish had been Our Lady Help
of Christians but she couldn’t help teasing Sonja, the professed
agnostic. Sonja
laughed. “You haven’t changed one bit. Don’t even try to tell
me that you’re not the same girl I met in college.” “Okay,
I won’t.” It wasn’t the weekend to tell Sonja that any belief
in something greater than herself had sailed away with Will’s
humiliating betrayal. “Where
do you live again? I know you said it was outside of the city but not
far from the French Quarter. Is it near where you grew up?” New
Orleans was behind them and they appeared to be following signs for
the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway. “Did
you even read the invitation, Poppy?” Sonja softened her sharp
query with a wide grin. “I
did.” And promptly forgot the details as her life had been
entrenched in trying to put a positive spin on the bad press over her
broken engagement. Broken engagement, hell. More like the most
obscene, humiliating dump by a man ever. Her entire professional
reputation had been sunk by the painful break-up from Will. The
Twitter and Instagram shaming had taken off after Poppy’s very
public Plaza meltdown in front of Will’s family. She’d appeared
every part the screaming banshee she still felt like. “Well,
I know you’re a busy gal. I used to think I was, too, but then I
met Henry, and now we’re having a baby, and we’ve been planning
the wedding for over a year…” Sonja changed lanes to avoid a
trailer hauling what appeared to be a load of empty cages. “Let’s
just say I didn’t know what ‘busy’ meant.” Sonja’s profile
hadn’t changed, nor had her effusive warmth and positive energy.
She’d always been the bubbly one in their relationship, while Poppy
was more deliberate and definitely less talkative. Sonja always
seemed so much more certain of herself. Of life. Poppy
looked out her passenger window. Of course Sonja was grounded and
happy. Most twenty-eight year olds had a good idea of where they
wanted their life to go, right?
Except
Poppy. Whoa. Pity
party is later. Sonja
playfully tapped her thigh. “Listen up. Our new home, where you’re
going to housesit, is in the little town of Millerville. It’s
nothing like where I’m from, closer to the city. My parents are
still in a bit of shock that someone from New Orleans society has
asked me to marry him, and Henry’s parents are, well, coming
around. Let’s just say this isn’t New York City, right?” Sonja
tapped her long fingers on the steering wheel. Poppy sensed there was
more emotion under Sonja’s casual demeanor. “Our house is huge,
on the river, and it’s spectacular if I do say so myself. Roomy,
with a huge deck to enjoy the water view. We even have a small guest
cottage. But you’ll stay in the main house, of course. You’re
going to love the greenery after all that concrete.” Sonja and
Henry were both attorneys for the generations-old Southern law firm
owned by Henry’s family. It’s how they’d met, when Henry’s
father had hired her. “So
things are still going well with the firm? No conflicts of interest
with Henry’s family?” “It’s
his parents that have issues with our marriage, and they’re all
calmed down for the time being. By that I mean they haven’t
requested any more meetings with us, to try to persuade us
differently. And they’re not totally awful people, if you ignore
the ‘Henry’s marrying a black girl from the bayou’ ‘tude.”
Sonja adjusted her sunglasses and pursed her lips. “I hate seeing
him so torn up about this. They’ve given him such a hard time over
marrying me. As if I’d sully their good family name. It’s the god
damn twenty-first century.” “From
what you’ve told me, Henry’s family is very old
school.”
“Say
it like you mean it, girl. You mean ‘bigots with old money’ and
they sure are careful about anyone who gets close to it! Hiring me
was one thing; my résumé speaks for itself. I made them look as if
they were diversifying the partners by hiring a black woman who
wasn’t family, and I wasn’t a threat to the family bank account
or gene pool. They put me in the New Orleans office, of course, far
from where his father runs the offices in Baton Rouge. But having
their son fall in love with me? Another thing entirely. This wasn’t
part of their equal opportunity plan.” “But
they’ve decided to come to the wedding, and are supporting you both
now, right?” Sonja
stayed silent for several minutes. Poppy waited, knowing that her
friend was trying to keep a positive spin on the ugly circumstance.
“Let’s hope so. It’s either that or look like the asses they
are. They’re often in print in the society pages. I’m betting
they’ll show, at least for the professional photographs.” Sonja’s
smirk forced a quick laugh from Poppy. Laughter.
Not something she’d been doing much of. “Doesn’t
sound much different than New York. The high society part, I mean.”
The sun was healing on her nape as the rays reached through the open
sunroof. “Trust
me, when it comes to high society, they’re all the same. Just not
the bigoted part.” Sonja made a lane change and gratitude washed
over Poppy in a brilliant wave of nostalgia. Sonja was every bit the
open, honest young woman she’d been years ago. “Enough about the
wedding drama. I don’t want to spend our precious time together
talking about Henry’s parents. Are you still sure you can stay here
for the full two weeks to housesit?” “Are
you kidding me? You’ve seen the latest on my Instagram and Twitter
accounts, right? Before I shut them down, that is. I can’t go back
to New York, not yet. You’re doing me the favor by giving me a safe
place to catch my breath. I have a lot to work on, with the new
Attitude by Amber deal.” Poppy was excited to have Sonja and
Henry’s waterfront home to escape to. No paparazzi, no constant
stream of Instagram pics of her at her worst moments. Leaving the gym
with her consolatory Ben and Jerry’s nights displayed prominently
in the width of her ass, walking in or out of her apartment with that
awful pinched look on her face that she felt down to her toes. “I
am so thrilled for you, Poppy. I read that they’re saying you’re
the new Nate Berkus. This is so incredible! My college roommate, the
country’s darling stylist. I’m so proud of you for landing this
deal with what, every single most important store in North America?
You’re on the brink of being a gazillionaire. You know that,
right?” The
money wouldn’t be in her accounts until the actual launch of her
custom line of clothing, furniture and home accessories. With her
personal stylist business accounts frozen, she was feeling more than
vulnerable, financially. But Sonja didn’t need to know about
Poppy’s money woes. “I’m lucky, yes. But after a while, how
much does anyone really need?” Sonja’s
smile disappeared and she gave Poppy one of her classic “don’t
bullshit me” looks. “Let’s get real, honey. As in, how are
you really doing,
Poppy? You’ve sounded better on the phone this past week, but I
can’t say you’re looking your best.” Sonja was right; she had
felt better this week. Until the last round of tweets from Will. And
the threatening private texts from her former assistant, Tori.
Nothing she was going to talk to Sonja about now, during Sonja’s
wedding weekend. No ma’am. “Thanks
a lot! I don’t have much makeup on, and I’m a little tired.
Things are better. I’m better. Really.” “Is
that so?” Sonja frowned. “Remember me, Poppy? The one who knows
you better than anyone else?” “Yes,
you do, and you’re right—this has been hard. But I’m doing a
lot better. Sure, the psycho tweets and photos suck but it’s not
about me. I’m not the crazy one here.” It was never about her,
even when she and Will had been together. That was what probably hurt
the most. Not disappointment in herself that she’d broken her own
personal ethics code and dated a client, nor that she’d believed
what she’d seen too many women fall for: that she’d be the one to
change him. That Will Callis, billionaire entrepreneur and famous
playboy, would stop whoring around and settle down for one woman.
Her. She’d
been partially right. Because Will had changed and settled down, but
not with her.
The new and improved Will was on this very same weekend marrying her
former personal assistant, a twenty-one year old college intern. Who
was five months pregnant with his child. Will
had been screwing around on her for more than half of their
engagement, at a minimum. “So
what will you do? When you go back to New York?” Poppy
watched the water that surrounded the causeway, finding the deep
shade of blue soothing. “I’ll become the goddess of American
style. It’ll be a full-time job running Attitude by Amber. I never
have to style another person again if I don’t want to.” She
ignored the New York City part. Of course she’d go back to New
York. It was where she belonged. “Oh,
Poppy. I hope you mean it. I never thought being a personal stylist
was the best job for you. You’re too smart to just cater to other
people. And Will wasn’t the guy for you, sugar.” “Sounds
like you’ve been talking to my family again.” Poppy’s mother
and sister had at first resented that she’d made it out of their
downtrodden suburb, away from their sorry family drama, and made a
name for herself. Until they realized her earnings could be their
ticket out, too. Her mother had been vociferous about her suspicions
that Poppy had somehow bought her engagement to Will. Why would he
want a girl like her, after all? “I
beg your pardon. I’d never sound like them.” “No,
you won’t, and you don’t. I’m sorry, Sonja. It’s just that
they’ve always thought Will was crazy to date me, and wondered what
he saw in me.” “Poppy
Kaminsky. I never want to hear that out of your mouth again. Will is
a lying no-good bastard. You deserve better, so much better. And why
are you taking any kind of relationship advice from your family?” Because
even though she’d survived her upbringing and against all odds made
it into the big-time, a happily-ever-after love wasn’t in the cards
for Poppy. She was just like her mother and sister, and grandmother
and aunt, and all the women in her family. They didn’t find true
love with the men in their lives. Birds flew, bees buzzed, and men
left. Poppy
had outrun the poverty of her childhood, the struggles of a
fatherless family. And ran headfirst into the wall that derailed all
of the Kaminsky women. Men
liked Poppy; they might even love her at times. But men didn’t
stick around in her life. Poppy wasn’t a woman men gave everything
up for. Which
wasn’t a problem for her, because Poppy had everything she needed.
Good friends, a great paycheck, or well, soon-to-be humongous
paycheck, and freedom to do whatever she wanted. After
the haters stopped stalking her and Twitter judging every aspect of
her life.
Geri
Krotow is the award winning author of more than thirteen
contemporary and romantic suspense novels (with a couple of WWII
subplots thrown in!). While still unpublished Geri received the
Daphne du Maurier Award for Romantic Suspense in Category Romance
Fiction. Her 2007 Harlequin Everlasting debut A Rendezvous to
Remember earned several awards, including the Yellow Rose of Texas
Award for Excellence.
Prior to writing, Geri served for nine years as a Naval Intelligence Officer. Geri served as the Aviation/Anti-Submarine Warfare Intelligence officer for a P-3C squadron during which time she deployed to South America, Europe, and Greenland. She was the first female Intel officer on the East Coast to earn Naval Aviation Observer Wings. Geri also did a tour in the war on drugs, working with several different government and law enforcement agencies. Geri is grateful to be settled in south central Pennsylvania with her husband.
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