I also love to connect with fans, so please drop by my Facebook page and say hello! :) ~~~ “Ok Leslie, you can do this. Just like you’ve trained for. Simple. It’s not like you are about to try and infiltrate the most dangerous motorcycle club in New Mexico. Oh wait, that’s exactly what you’re about to do.” Not surprisingly, the pep talk to myself wasn’t working. This was a make-or-break assignment for my career as a covert operative for the DEA, and it was an honor to be chosen so young. If only it wasn’t so damn intimidating! The tattoo I had rashly gotten on spring break in college had finally paid off. Most of the women working for the agency were the ultra-clean cut and go get ‘em type. The fact that I had a little bit of ink made me the least suspicious person for this mission, despite the tattoo only being a little rose on the front of my left shoulder. After several nights of surveillance on the Devil’s Roost, I was ready to make my first move.
