Hi Tracy and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Between Love and Honor!
To start off, can you please tell us a little bit about this book?:
The country’s top cyber asset, Ben Segar, is suddenly reunited with the woman who ghosted him at their senior prom thirteen years earlier. Quinn Darby has been living a double life literally since the day she was born. When the two cross paths again, they find themselves embroiled in a cat-and-mouse game with the enemy—and each other. Neither knows the other is a covert operative. Soon, Ben is risking his job, national security, and his life for a woman he swore to never trust again. And as Quinn does her best to protect Ben, she begins to question the life that took her away from him in the first place. As the case intensifies, so does the heat between them, until the op’s greatest casualties may be their hearts.
Please share your favorite lines or quote(s) from this book:
There are lots of funny lines between the three Secret Service agent buddies as they banter with one another, and many are my favorites. But I think one of the most significant lines in the book is when Ben utters, “I thought you were dead.” It shows both the readers and Quinn that he is vulnerable and not so blasé about her turning up out of nowhere after thirteen years. For Quinn, the line shocks her because she’s not used to anyone caring if she’s dead or alive. She’s not sure how she feels about another human being worrying about her. She’s been a one-woman show for so long. It’s a subtle turning point in both the character’s journey within the story.
What inspired this book?
I’ve always wanted to write a book involving spies—especially one where you don’t always know who is on what side. The movie No Way Out is a favorite of mine, and I wanted to write something similar. Unfortunately, since this is a romance requiring an HEA, I couldn’t exactly end it with the same dramatic twist as in the movie. Or could I?
How did you ‘get to know’ your main characters? Did they ever surprise you?
Ben was easy to write. As one of the “band of brothers” in this trilogy, he’s been featured in the two books preceding this one. He’s the boy scout of the bunch, always prepared to MacGyver something. He’s brainy, loyal, and perpetually hungry. But, as we find out in this book, there’s a lot more to him than his friends think. He’s been living a double life, one that he’s kept secret from everyone he knows. The work is challenging and enables him to outwit criminals with his greatest weapon—his mind. But the lonely existence is wearing on him.
Quinn was the most difficult character I’ve ever written. Seriously, it took me three attempts to get her right. She needed to be compelling yet empathetic enough that readers would like her even when they were unsure if she was working for our side or against it. To get her psyche as a ruthless operative correct, I researched all the articles I could find on female CIA agents and their experiences. As one would expect, there wasn’t much out there, but I was able to find some nuggets that I incorporated into Quinn’s personality.
What was your favorite scene to write?
I have lots of favorite scenes, but this one stands out because it illustrates the push-pull between two agents who don’t know the other one is also an agent. Each one thinks they are protecting the other.
“He tried to kill you,” he murmured against her soft skin. “Don’t you dare try to protect him.”
“I’m not protecting him,” she whispered.
She was protecting someone. Every fiber of his body was telling him so.
“Talk to me, Quinn. Let me help you.”
Gripping the towel wrapped around her with one hand, she reached up with the other to trace her fingers along his jaw. “This is something I need to handle myself.”
Unable to tame his frustration, he gave her body a little shake. Who the hell did she think she was, Wonder Woman?
She caressed his cheek with her palm. “Please, Ben. It’s best for everyone. Let me go.”
Let me go.
Those three little words seemed to unleash something within him. The roaring in his ears was brought on by years of pent-up emotions wondering why she’d left and what had become of her. And agonizing over ‘what if?’ No way was he letting her go again. Not until he had answers.
And maybe not even after that.
“I didn’t pull you out of the damn Chesapeake Bay to let you go,” he growled.
And before either of them knew what was happening, he captured her mouth in a fierce kiss.
What was the most difficult scene to write?
If I give a snippet of this, it will spoil the plot for readers. Sorry!
Would you say this book showcases your writing style or is it a departure for you?
I think my writing style is consistent throughout all my books. I enjoy creating books with family members or close friends who have each other’s backs. Fun, sexy banter is also something I’m known for. Where this series of books differ is the suspense element. Whenever I got bogged down, I could just kill someone off or blow something up. It was quite cathartic.
What do you want people to take away from reading this book?
Mainly, I hope it’s a fun escape for readers. The world is so crazy right now. It’s nice to leave it behind for a few hours. Throughout this series, I’ve highlighted places in Washington DC and the surrounding area that I visit with my family. For this book, that included the US Botanic Gardens next to the Capitol. It’s free to visit, and I hope my descriptions will inspire others to seek it out when they are in the nation’s capital. National Harbor and the Capitol Wheel shouldn’t be missed either. Just don’t ride that VIP car alone!
What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned?
I started out writing sports romance, and right now, I’m creating a new series of rom-coms featuring a new team—the Milwaukee Growlers. The first book is a twist on The Proposal featuring a kilt-wearing placekicker, a pink-haired loner, and their Star Wars-themed marriage of convenience!
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Excerpt from Between Love and Honor:
Ben Segar swore in frustration as he tugged at the eighteen inches of silk wrapped tightly around his neck. He was a former army ranger and trained Secret Service agent with advanced degrees from MIT and Stanford, for crying out loud. His fingers could dismantle an IED, fire a kill-shot accurately from fifty meters, and bring a woman to ecstasy in two minutes flat. Yet tonight, they couldn’t seem to wrestle a damned bow tie into place.
“Hey, Boy Genius, allow me.” Secret Service Agent Christine Groesch tapped him on the shoulder indicating he should turn from the mirror and face her.
The Secret Service lounge, located directly below the Oval Office on the ground floor of the White House, was a frenzy of activity. Agents filled the room changing into either tuxedoes or their battle dress uniforms—or BDUs—depending on their assignment for the evening’s state dinner. The event was the finale to the World Economic Summit. With heads of state from twenty different countries attending—not all of whom were on solid diplomatic terms with the US—tensions were running high among the men and women charged with protecting the president of the United States and his family.
“It’s like tying your shoes,” Christine explained.
Of course, the pesky fabric slid easily through her fingers forming a perfect bow on her first attempt.
“How did you get to be such an expert at bow ties?” Ben asked.
A wistful look settled into Christine’s eyes before disappearing behind the professional mask she wore. “My sister has three kids under the age of ten. Which also means her patience isn’t what it used to be.” She smiled as she straightened Ben’s tie. “It fell to me to teach them all how to tie their shoes.”
Time spent with loved ones was fleeting for most agents within the president’s protective detail. Many families didn’t survive the strain. Ben had long ago resolved that a wife and kids were not conducive to a life in law enforcement. He knew firsthand what that type of career could do to a family and he never regretted giving up one for the other. Good friends, a steady diet of willing women to share his bed, and his role as the Mariner, the Secret Service’s top cyber asset, gave him all the satisfaction in life he needed.
It appeared Christine might be having regrets of her own, however. Not another one. There seemed to be an outbreak of conscious coupling among his friends lately. He shook his head in bewilderment.
“You’ve been in your ‘la-bore-atory’ too long, Segar,” Lou Caracas called from across the room where he was strapping his service revolver to the leg holster on his BDU. The agent was subbing as a member of the Secret Service’s Counter Assault Tactical (CAT) team tonight. “Since when do they invite the geek squad to a state dinner, anyway?”
“Since the Secretary of Homeland Security issued orders for Segar to be here,” a voice boomed behind them.
Agent Adam Lockett, commander of the CAT team stood in the doorway looking like the badass sharpshooter he was. A hush fell over the room with Adam’s announcement. Ben would have rather his buddy keep that little bit of intel to himself. The fewer people who knew of his clandestine work for the Secretary of Homeland, the better.
“Just remember to keep your pretty clothes and your tech toys out of the way so the real muscle can do its job tonight, Inspector Gadget,” Caracas said with a snicker before picking up his helmet and heading out the door.
“That guy is a hothead,” Christine murmured as she pinned the insignia designating her as a member of the Secret Service into the lapel of her sequined pantsuit. The pin was meant to distinguish her from the actual dinner guests—assuming the sensible shoes she wore wouldn’t give her away first. “I’m glad Adam will have him dodging raindrops up on the roof all night. I hope it pours.”
“Bite your tongue,” Adam admonished their friend when he joined them. “It’s bad enough my team and I have to spend the evening as human lightning rods. This BDU is heavy as shit when it’s wet.”
Christine laughed. “I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to stay dry. Besides, given how much time you spend canoodling with a certain member of the First Family, I’m sure you already know the best places to hide out in this building.” She patted Adam on the shoulder. “See you upstairs, Ben.”
“Christine has a point,” Ben added. “But instead of hiding out, maybe you should get your fiancée to intervene on your behalf.” His buddy had done the unthinkable and fallen in love. In fact, he was set to marry the First Lady’s younger sister in a few weeks. “You could escort Josslyn to the dinner and let that smart-ass get drenched up to his balls instead.”
“No can do.” Adam shook his head. “Joss hates these kinds of events. She’s holed up in her office at the zoo working on an op-ed opposing big trophy hunting. The piece will probably have the president’s chief of staff spewing his morning coffee tomorrow.” A proud grin tugged at the corners of Adam’s mouth.
Clearly, he no longer considered his fiancée to be the She-Devil incarnate. A staunch defender of animal rights and hater of all things gun related, Dr. Josslyn Benoit should be an unlikely match for the stoic sniper. Except she wasn’t. As much as Ben hated to admit it, the passionate zoologist was, in fact, the perfect match for his friend.
And another one bites the dust. Their third roommate, Griffin Keller, had married the First Lady’s goddaughter a few months back. Once upon a time, the three men had sworn a solemn oath to never succumb to the white picket fence in the ’burbs with a wife and two point five kids. Somehow, Ben had become the last man standing.
“They’re waiting for you in the Woodshed,” Adam said, interrupting Ben’s thoughts.
Grabbing the laptop case at his feet, he followed Adam out the door. They strolled down the long hallway to the White House Situation Room, known among senior staff as the Woodshed.
“I’m guessing that whatever got you out of your T-shirt and into the James Bond getup tonight is above my pay grade,” Adam remarked quietly.
“More like above your bandwidth,” he teased. “This is going to come as a shock, but they want me for my mind.” He hefted the laptop case in his hand. “And the beautiful things it creates.”
“Try not to bore them with numbers, dude,” Adam teased.
His friendship with Adam—and Griffin—dated back to their first summer as plebes at West Point over a dozen years ago. They’d all three found their way to the Secret Service after their tours of duty in the army and even shared a townhouse on Capitol Hill. But as close as the three men were, there was an entire segment of Ben’s life that he couldn’t share with anyone else. While he assumed his friends suspected there was more to Ben’s job than managing the Secret Service’s crime lab, it was better for everyone involved that his alter ego be kept exactly where Ben did much of his work, in the dark.
At the end of the hallway, two Marine guards stood at attention on either side of the entry door to the inner sanctum of the White House security. Secret Service Director Worcester was wearing out a hole in the carpet waiting for them. He waved them into the reception area.
“Glad you had evening clothes at the ready, Agent Segar,” the director said. “Tonight is crazy enough without having to find you a monkey suit. Nothing seems to be going as it should. Including the damn weather.”
Ben shared a look with Adam, hoping the director didn’t notice how he’d taped up the cuffs of Adam’s tuxedo to accommodate his shorter arms. Since he spent his days tucked away in his lab across town and not on a protective detail, there was no need for Ben to actually own a tux. Luckily, he and Adam were both six-foot-one with a similar muscular frame. Except for their arms. Griffin and Ben teased Adam ruthlessly about his gorilla arms.
Adam slapped Ben on the back before turning to leave. “Enjoy the party, Inspector Gadget.”
Ben leveled a withering look at his friend.
Adam shrugged. “Hey, you gotta admit the name fits you.”
“Keep the Crown safe tonight, Agent Lockett,” the director ordered, referring to the White House by its Secret Service code name.
“Always job number one.” Adam saluted them before disappearing.
“The guests will be arriving shortly.” The director indicated Ben should precede him down the few steps leading to the briefing room.
Ben hesitated briefly. When he woke up that morning, the only stressful thing on his agenda was making sure his thirty-five-foot sailboat was secure ahead of the line of nasty summer storms predicted to pass through the nation’s capital this evening. But then his dark web alias had received a very troubling message. One that required a speedy intervention.
“Make way for the president,” Director Worcester murmured sharply, prodding Ben into action.
As the men and women assembled at the table rose to their feet, Ben hurried to one of the two empty chairs lining the walls directly behind his boss, the Secretary of Homeland Security. She nodded toward Ben confidently as the president seated himself at the head of the table. The others followed suit amid a chorus of, “Good evening, Mr. President.”
President Conrad Manning acknowledged them with a weary sigh. “Diplomacy is difficult enough without having to battle severe weather and a known terrorist hacker trying to crash dinner.” He unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket and leaned back in his chair. “We’re taking a huge political risk letting him through the front door. Tell me we have the intelligence to identify this guy before he gets into the State Dining Room.”
“We have no idea of this person’s actual identity, only his online alias,” the Secretary of Homeland responded. “He’s been visiting multiple terrorist outposts boasting of his apparent prowess in hacking into various entities’ computer systems and holding them for ransom. Our sources indicate he’s working with someone here in Washington to perpetrate a cyberattack against the US.”
“This is a big country,” the president said. “Can’t your sources get more specific than that?”
“Only that we believe he is the leader of a ring of cyber hackers who have been taking over banks worldwide. His success would be catastrophic to the US economy, sir.”
The Secretary of Homeland’s words settled over the room causing most of those assembled to shift uncomfortably in their seats.
President Manning pinched the bridge of his nose. “All of this based on some chatter on the dark web? What the hell is the dark web, anyway? A chat room for a bunch of terrorists and criminals? Can we believe anything that even goes on there?”
The NSA director cleared his throat. “With all due respect, sir, we’ve been monitoring this individual’s activities via multiple channels in addition to the dark web. Based on this, we concur that the intel the Secret Service provided is viable.”
Damn right it’s viable! Ben tried not to jump out of his chair at the NSA director’s snarky tone. The man hated that Ben was always able to put the pieces of the puzzle together quicker than his own staff.
“We’d be committing diplomatic suicide to exclude an entire delegation from the dinner based on our assumptions,” the Secretary of State interjected. “It’s better to let him through the door as long as we can catch him before he meets his contact.”
“And then what?” the president demanded.
“We continue our search for his contact,” the Secretary of Homeland replied matter-of-factly.
The CIA director spoke up from the end of the table. “Our sources indicate our unwanted dinner guest is a member of the prince’s entourage. All we have to go on, however, is a dimly lit photo our operative was able to shoot during one of this guy’s marketing visits.”
Everyone looked toward the screen at the end of the room where a photo popped up. It was dark, but Ben’s pulse sped up at the challenge the grainy image presented. He was confident VOYEUR, the facial recognition software he’d spent close to ten million dollars of taxpayers’ money refining, would be able to identify the suspect quickly. His fingers twitched around the handle to his laptop case housing the VOYEUR software.
“As you can see, his profile is heavily shadowed,” the CIA director continued.
“Our suspect will be enjoying dessert before any artificial intelligence can identify him from that photo,” the NSA director announced in disgust.
All eyes turned toward Ben. He’d been impertinent by speaking up, that much was evident by the look on the Secretary of Homeland Security’s face. But they didn’t have time to get into a turf battle with NSA. The artificial intelligence NSA used would take time to pinpoint the suspect. VOYEUR had passed all the field tests demonstrating it could work more rapidly than the technology other agencies were using. It was time to put the system to work.
“You seem confident you can pull this off, Agent . . .” The president looked at Ben as if he was trying to place him.
“Segar, sir. Special Agent Ben Segar. I’m a friend of Dr. Benoit’s.”
“Ah,” President Manning said, recognition dawning as he motioned for Ben to continue.
“I am confident, Mr. President. I’ve finessed the program so that it calculates in nanoseconds what other facial recognition programs take minutes, sometimes hours, to calculate. Unlike other artificial intelligence systems, VOYEUR can even recognize a face at any age in the spectrum. In other words, my system can identify a face from a picture taken years prior. And vice versa.”
The president arched an eyebrow at him. Ben took it as his cue to continue.
“You see, the patterns used in automated facial recognition algorithms don’t correlate to obvious anatomical features such as the eyes, nose or mouth in a one-to-one manner, although they are affected by these features. The algorithms see faces in a way that differs from how we visualize them. VOYEUR is able to use precise mathematical correlations—”
The president held up his hand. “I appreciate your enthusiasm for your work, Agent Segar, but I’m a statesman. I never made it past college calculus. I’m going to have to trust your very capable mathematical mind on this one.” His expression grew steely as he met the eyes of each of his advisors surrounding the table. “I’m going to have to trust all of you.” The president’s gaze landed back on Ben. “See that the person of interest is identified and apprehended for questioning before he gets a finger on a single hors d’oeuvre.”
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Will their double lives deceive their hearts?
The Secret Service’s number one cyber asset, Special Agent Ben Segar, has a reputation for playing it straight… until a top-secret assignment has him cozying up to an enigmatic beauty from his past – his runaway prom date. Now, he’s willing to break a few rules to even the score, including unmasking a potential traitor, which would make his revenge even sweeter.
Photographer Quinn Darby was born into the spy game. When her life is threatened, she turns to the one man she knows she can trust, but Ben is no longer the mild-mannered lab partner she once loved. Instead, he’s a full-grown, alpha-man whose appeal is even more irresistible. She’s vowed to never again deceive him, but to protect him, she must keep her double life a secret.
Soon, Quinn and Ben are embroiled in a cat-and-mouse game with the enemy – and each other. As the case intensifies, so does the heat between them. Will the greatest casualties be their hearts?
Meet the Author:
Tracy Solheim is the international bestselling author of the Out of Bound Series for Penguin. Her books feature members of the fictitious Baltimore Blaze football team and the women who love them. In a previous life, Tracy wrote best sellers for Congress and was a freelance journalist for regional and national magazines. She’s a military brat who now makes her home in Johns Creek, Georgia, with her husband, their two children, a pesky Labrador retriever puppy and a horse named after her first novel.
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