Title: Undercover Trouble
Series: Love-N-Trouble
Genre: New Adventure Romantic Comedy
Author: Autumn Piper
Published: September 14, 2015
Some love lasts a long time, some a lifetime.
Can theirs outlast spacetime?
Randi’s summer vacation plans? Attending
Professor Sudo’s Time Travel Academy so she can blast back to 1980 Miami and figure out
where her father disappeared to. She’s the head of her class until hottie Mitch arrives disguised
as a geeky geologist and totally messes up her meditation. Goodbye Soulful in Sedona, hello
Yearning in Yoga. So long solo timetravel, hello pushy partnerwho happens to be a buff tri-athlete, a sympathetic listener, and an ace FBI agent on a secret mission. With his help, she’ll
conga her way into the Cuban mafia, try not to destroy the delicate fabric of the spacetime
continuum, dodge a few bullets, and solve The Mystery of the Missing Dad. And maybe fall just
a little in love...
A new adventure in romantic comedy, with a
heroine who boldly goes where no chick has gone before, tons of danger and intrigue, a roller-
discoing Granny, life and death betrayal, steamy Miami nights and one hot FBI
agent.
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Amid stunning views of sheer cliffs, sandstone
gullies, cedar trees, and sage, our chopper lowered. The beautiful bluegreen ribbon of river
wound below, cascading over falls I’d never expected in the desert. After a fourthousand foot
descent, we touched down not far from the water, in a seemingly different world.
Mitch had spent the entire ride gripping his seat
belt. Even when I’d pointed out the rising sun to him, he’d only flicked his eyes toward the east
and grimaced. Ordinarily, I’d have razzed him. But since he’d been so kind about my fear of
snakes, teasing him would have been churlish.
As we stepped out into the cool, bright morning,
he heaved a big sigh of relief.
The pilot quickly checked out our GPS radio
device to make sure it was operational, handed it to Mitch, and reminded us he’d meet us in the
same spot at eleven the next morning.
We gathered our packs and moved away from
the aircraft.
When the air had stilled again and the chopper
shrank along the horizon, we began our hike to the Indian holy grounds, an area believed to be
another energy vortex. Sudo’s itinerary suggested we hike there and meditate for two hours,
then move away to some secluded area with little chance of meeting anyone else, where we
could shade up for the hottest part of the day.
“I can’t believe we got gypped out of breakfast
again,” Mitch grumbled beside me.
“I can’t believe you told Checklist Chick we’re
married!”
He laughed at me. “It was the fastest way to
save her life. You looked like you were about to eat her alive, for flirting with me.”
I stopped in my tracks. “You! Oh! III did not
look at her like that. She can flirt with you all she wants, you, you, bigheaded
lout!”
More laughter.
“So tell me, Mr. Goodman. Why are we here,
really?”
“Humans in general?”
“Us! You and I. Why are we isolated out here in
the Grand Canyon, using your undercover name? Is something going down today in Sedona?
Something you’re keeping me away from?”
“Nancy Drew returns.” He groaned and stopped
in the shade of a cedar to catch his breath. “Look. I didn’t know we were coming out here ’til
Sudo told me this morning, same time as you. I almost think he didn’t know
either.”
“How could that be? Is this some impromptu
lesson?”
Mitch shook his head and took a long drink from
his water bottle. “His wife. Something about her...”
He had a point. Mrs. Sudo did seem to have her
own agenda. “Somebody hung a crystal in my window. In feng shui, it’s supposed to promote
romance.”
He grinned, brow raised.
“But surely,” I said, “Sudo wouldn’t allow her
matchmaking game to get in the way of his science.”
“Science, hmm? More like science fiction.
Sometimes I catch myself wondering if this is really going to work. Maybe he’s messing with our
heads to see how long we’ll put up with it. Maybe that’s the real science he’s working
on.”
“God. Now you sound like my
mother.”
If he’d been a dog, his ears would’ve been
pointing straight up. “She doesn’t believe it’ll work, huh?”
I sighed and heaved my pack up to my
shoulders. “I’d rather not discuss it today. Suffice it to say, she has her personal fears about me
going looking for my biological father. So she projects those fears into doubt about the time-
travel process.”
Mitch fell into step beside me again. “Why do
you want to find your father so much?”
“He’s the unknown. Well, not him so much, but
what happened to him. His fate is the unknown. The ‘x’ in the equation of my life.”
“The ‘ex’? I thought his name was
David.”
“No, the ‘x’, as in algebra. X plus seven equals
ten.”
“X equals three,” he supplied.
“Why’d you solve it?” His brows were drawn,
and he looked at me like I was crazy. “Isn’t it enough to know x plus seven equals ten? Why’d
you have to solve the problem and tell me the value of x?”
“I don’t know. Because it’s there. Because we
were taught for years if there’s an unknown variable, to solve for it.”
“Exactly. So why should I do less when it
concerns my own father?”
“Still. You’re willing to risk your life to solve
it?”
“Risks are relative, Goodman. I seriously doubt
I’ll die. The worst that might happen is I end up in the wrong year, or can’t get
back.”
“And what will you do then? If you’re in the
wrong year, you still won’t figure out where your father is.”
“I’ll have to deal with it, then. Or go back to
Sedona and do the teletimetransport thing all over again. Again and again, ’til I end up in
1980.”
“You’re telling me, if you end up in the wrong
year, you’ll keep trying to get to 1980 rather than back to your own time?”
“Time is relative too,” I joked. “But seriously, I
came here for one reason—to find out where my father went. It’s my mission.” We climbed
along in silence. Disapproving silence, if I was to guess. Mitch was taking the same risks, but he
seemed to think my cause was not worthwhile. Double standards! “What’s your mission,
Goodman? Or, Wheels? That’s what they call you back at the Bureau, or the precinct, or
wherever you came from. Why do they call you that? What are you really traveling back to 1980
for?”
“So many questions, Ms. Drew.”
“Oh, so, what? You get to ask me anything, but I
can’t ask you?”
“You can ask. Doesn’t mean I’m going to
answer.”
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About the Author
Born and raised in ittybitty Rifle,
Colorado, Autumn Piper studiously avoided trouble...but is now inclined toward it, particularly in
her novels. She thinks the best things in life are funny, and the runnersup,
romantic.
An admitted carb addict, Autumn writes, edits,
manages two teenagers, one husband and many supersize houseplants, and does the cooking
and cleaning when forced to.
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