Of all the books I’ve written, Maggie’s Revenge was the hardest. Maggie is a DEA agent who has been through hell. She went undercover in order to track a human trafficking ring and ended up in the hands of a monster.
In book #6 of the Wounded Hearts series, Maggie has a chance to escape the prison she’s been kept in for months, but she refuses to leave without the other women in captivity. Meanwhile, her thirst for revenge grows into an all-consuming rage. She can’t move on until the man who has tortured and raped so many is brought to justice.
Even if it kills her.
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DEA Special Agent Maggie Holt is fierce, smart, beautiful– and in over her head.
Undercover DEA Agent, Magdalena Holt, has experienced the seedy underbelly of human trafficking. Sent to capture a drug king she finds more than she bargained for and is held captive for months before she escapes.
Now, Maggie is after one thing, revenge.
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The dust and heat beat down on Maggie and the other women in the Humvee. She glanced back the way they’d come. Dangerous as it was, they needed to find a better used road in order to hide their tracks. The goat trail they were on would lead anyone chasing straight to them.
The sun directly overhead made it hard to know which way they traveled. Every bump and rut exacerbated the wound on her side until it felt as though she was getting jabbed by a red-hot poker. She hoped it wasn’t festering, but there wasn’t much she could do about it out here.
Olga glanced at her from the driver’s seat. “You should drive, you’d be much better than me. I don’t even have a license.”
That’s right, Olga was such a commanding presence, Maggie had forgotten she’d been a child prostitute before her capture by the traffickers.
“No, you’re doing fine. I need to keep watch.” She tapped the rifle, aware of her friend’s aversion to firearms.
“What’s going to happen to us?” a woman-child asked from the back. Two women huddled on the narrow seat, the body of the young girl who’d given her life for them wrapped in a blanket on the floor at their feet.
Maggie wished she had a positive reply. Truth was, unless they found help soon, they were in as much or more danger than before. This area was overrun with warring factions from two of the most powerful cartels in Mexico. If they were found, they would die.
She forced a smile for the girl. “We’re heading for the border and then we’re going home to our families and a nice hot bath. Okay?”
The girl looked out the front window at the undulating sea of sand and something heartbreakingly sad passed over her face.
“Sure,” she said.