With her bestselling mix of thrilling twists and characters to cheer for, Fern Michaels delves inside Washington, D.C.'s halls of power -- and into the heart of an independent woman driven by passion and bound by duty.
Raised by her loving but eccentric aunt, former F.B.I. agent Quinn Star has always relied on herself -- how else could she have survived the Bureau's old boys network, or navigated the heartbreak of a thwarted affair with her boss? Now Quinn risks her life every day in the Secret Service, protecting the First Lady of the United States. Only she can't safeguard her from the ruthless advisors intent on hiding the President's debilitating illness for their political gain. Suspecting a conspiracy that places the fate of the President, his wife -- and the nation -- on the line, Quinn whisks the First Lady out of the capital to her South Carolina home. But nowhere is truly safe from whoever is pulling the strings in a lethal game designed to keep Quinn from uncovering the truth. And no one can tell Quinn if she should risk her heart when a lover emerges from the shadows of the past....
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August 30, 2004
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Excerpt from The Real Deal by Fern Michaels
Quinn Star had known she was special the day she was born. No plastic baby bottles with a hard rubber nipple for her. No sirree, she wanted the real thing, much to her tattooed, hippie mother's dismay. The hippie mother who stayed around just long enough to wean her from her breast at six months, then went off to climb the Himalayas in search of Enlightenment, Quinn's tattooed, hippie father in tow. First, though, they dumped her on her aunt Birdie, who was a real flake but nice and almost normal. If you could count writing flowery, sometimes humorous, obituaries and hanging out in funeral parlors normal.
All in all, though, Quinn had no complaints about her upbringing. Birdie had taken care of her. She made sure she did her homework, brushed her teeth, and ate her vegetables. She attended PTA meetings, saw to her social life, and made sure she got into a good Ivy League college, where she'd graduated magna cum laude. But most of all, Birdie had loved her. That love said it all as far as she was concerned.
It was Birdie who insisted she follow her dream of being a Secret Service Agent after she graduated law school. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked out that way. She'd done her stint in Treasury and moved into the FBI when she finally realized the Secret Service and a White House detail were never going to become a reality.
Quinn looked down at the black-and-white photo of her parents standing on a mountaintop in some third-world country. She winced at their flowing garb and turbaned heads. It was the only picture she had of her parents. She always brought the picture to work with her in the morning. At night she put it in her briefcase to take back home. She didn't know why. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that during her almost thirty-two years she'd only seen her parents twice. Once when she was nine, and she'd been so frightened of them she'd hidden out in her room. The second time she almost missed them. They had arrived when she was seventeen and about to board the bus that would take her to Camp Wicheguma, where she was to be a camp counselor for the summer. They'd stood away from the camp bus on the tarmac in the parking lot and waved. She wasn't proud of the fact that she'd pretended not to know them. Birdie herself had stood apart from them and said she understood.