Everyone should have a good person to love.

May 9, 2012
Thank you Mr. President!

(excerpt from Final Sin)

            “Tell me more about you.  I want to know you.”  She spread her hand against his chest.  “Tell me what you were like as a child.  What’s your family like?”
            He shrugged slightly.  “I was just an ordinary boy, nothing special.”
            “I don’t believe that.  There is certainly nothing ordinary about you now.”
            “Nobody expected anything great out of me.  At least I didn’t let them down.”
            “I think you are underestimating yourself.  I think you are kind of great.”
            He gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze.  “My parents weren’t thrilled when I got together with Helen.  They thought I was, well, thinking with the wrong brain.”  Jake sighed.  “I think they were surprised when I decided to work towards my degree anyway.”
            Julie yawned.  “Oh, I’m sorry. That was rude.”
            “You need your sleep.”
            “No, I want to hear about you.”  She was fighting to stay awake.  “How did they feel when you got divorced?  Did your folks like her?”
            “I don’t really know how my dad felt, he never really said.  Maybe he was just too busy letting my mom do the talking… I embarrassed her, I was the first to get divorced in the family.  I don’t think my mother liked her, she just felt that once I was married, I should have stayed that way.”
            “Is your sister married?”
            “Well… that was another reason for my mom to complain.  My sister has a partner, a same sex partner.”  His mother’s lament was having a son who couldn’t keep a wife and a daughter who didn’t choose a man.  “My sister and her partner came out, they’re lesbians.”  Jake wondered if he was just trying to see how Julie would react to that.  She didn’t flinch.
            She looked up at him in the darkened shadows.  “And your parents didn’t approve?  How about you?”
            “I guess I was a little uncomfortable at first, I had never known anyone, really known that is, who was… homosexual.”  He shifted a bit.  “But then I went out to visit them, they live in California, and they are really happy together.  Maggie makes my sister really happy and that’s important to me.”
            “That’s good.”  She sounded like she was beginning to drift off.  “Everyone should have a good person to love.”
Final Sin    by Chelle Cordero
84500 words. Published by Vanilla Heart Publishing on June 13, 2009. Fiction. 

Deputy Sherriff Commander Jake Carson has his hands full… investigation of a brutal multiple homicide, a troubled son and a vindictive ex-wife. He meets young, free-spirited paramedic Julie Jennings. When Julie becomes the subject of an obsession, it puts both of them in danger…

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An Interview With Deanna

Welcome to today’s CC-Talk show…

We’re talking with Deanna Blair Hunter from the pages of Hostage Heart about being married to an F.B.I. Special Agent…

Hi Deanna, thanks for coming in today. One of our listeners sent in an interesting question: What is it like to be married to an F.B.I. Agent?

They don’t use the title Agent, they are all Special Agents. Actually it’s not really any different from being married to a police officer. I met my husband Ryan in kind of unusual circumstances – he was working undercover – so I didn’t really know who he was when I fell in love with him. That was difficult because I thought he was killed and I really never dreamt that we’d be together again.

Oh wow. That must have been hard. Does he go undercover a lot?

Fortunately he doesn’t get many undercover assignments anymore. There are a lot of times he can’t speak to me about his work especially if he’s involved in an investigation. I had to learn not to keep asking him too much about his work.

Does he spend a lot of time away from home for work?

Most nights he comes home to our little ones and me. He is based out of a local office and he does most of his work locally. You get assigned to an office but once you are there, you usually remain in the same place for a long time. Once in a while he has to go away for a few days for a special investigation or a training exercise.

Is there a lot of danger? Are you worried that he night get hurt?

Sometimes he has to deal with some bad people and there is always a danger. But there is a lot of his work, like many law enforcement people, that happens at his desk, he hates paperwork. The day that we got married Ryan was in a wheelchair because he had gotten hurt. I’ve learned to count my blessings each day he comes home to me in one healthy piece.

Do you have any advice for someone who wants to marry an F.B.I. Special Agent?

Understand that your husband, or wife, may get moody sometimes because they are working on a case and they really can’t talk it out in front of you. They are under a lot of stress so it is good if you try to keep calm and happy. It’s also real important that they stay fit and healthy, that you can support them a bit and help them live a good lifestyle.

My daddy gave me advice early in my marriage – he said to see if I could speak to wives of other F.B.I. Special Agents. There is a lot of support within the families, it’s a little bit like military families. That was the best advice I ever got.
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Deanna did her mourning in private. The police psychologist suggested that she speak to a counselor. No one understood. A few nights after she was home, Deanna had a dream about Ryan – she was in his arms. Her mamere was in the dream too and she was happy that Deanna was with Ryan. She knew that Ryan was meant to be her soul mate, she just couldn’t understand why it was over so soon. Her dream mamere told her that the best was yet to come, but when she woke, she was confused.

Although she had to make a statement for the District Attorney’s office about the bank robbery, they had kindly allowed her to give a taped deposition. She was extremely relieved not to have to face the surviving kidnappers again. The DA assured her that the bank robbers turned kidnappers would be put away for a long, long time. To her dismay, she learned that the robberies they staged were used to help finance suspected terrorist activities. She still couldn’t accept that Ryan had been involved in something like that.

Fortunately Rob let her come back to work. He told her he understood that the loss of the money wasn’t her fault. Then he told the police, the F.B.I. and his insurance agency that the loss was twice the actual amount. Deanna kept quiet and she felt guilty. But she was desperate to hold onto her job. She had told her parents about the bank robbery but not the kidnapping. Deanna knew they would have made her come home if they had known the whole truth.

Rob told her how worried he had been when he got the phone call from her kidnapper. He said he prayed for her safe return to him. He became possessive. Deanna found herself working with him more and more, he scheduled her work hours closer to his own. She briefly suspected that he might not trust her alone with the cash register. Then Rob made it clear that he wanted to be with her. Deanna suspected that his ultimate plans included a more personal relationship. There had been several unsolicited invitations for a quick bite to eat or more after work. It wasn’t long before he stopped being subtle.

The feeling wasn’t mutual, but Deanna decided she had to move on or she would never recover from her all too brief love affair with Ryan. Ryan was gone, she was still alive. Rob was there and he didn’t hide the fact that he wanted her. He had more than once offered to comfort her after her terrible ordeal. Despite her denials, he let her know that he suspected she had suffered after she was held hostage by four men for several days. Rob said he wanted to help her heal her wounds.

Before this, Deanna had never considered the idea of involvement with Rob. He was her boss, but he kept planting the seed in her mind. She accepted his dinner invitation for that Saturday night. She tried to concentrate on her work for the rest of the week, but she couldn’t ignore the nervous twinges in her gut. It was enough to get her sick and she left work early on Friday and stopped by the clinic on her way home.

Rob had given Deanna Saturday off and teased her that she would have all day to get ready for their date. Deanna got herself dressed and was standing in front of the bathroom mirror when she burst into tears. She had been in control ever since the doctor told her that she was expecting the day before but after having all day to dwell on it, Deanna was scared. She had no idea how she was going to be able to manage; certainly she would have to stop sending money home to her parents.

Love, the Second Time Around

Does being able to love again after loosing your mate mean you didn’t love well enough the first time?

I had this discussion once with a friend who said quite simply that she is so happy with her husband that if she ever lost him she couldn’t see not being married, so she probably would look to marry again and hopefully with love.

I was watching a new show the other night and there was a discussion between the two female leads, one who played the step-mother. Now widowed, the step-mother asked the daughter why she always hated her so. The daughter’s reply was “I thought my father loved my mother enough… until I saw him
with you.”

It’s an unfortunate fact that spouses rarely die together which leaves one with the task of living. Sometimes living means having a new relationship. What happens when the people around you, the ones you love like your children, have difficulty accepting that new love? What happens when you have difficulty accepting that love?

My grandmother, she should rest in peace, was married five times. My grandfather, the one she called the love of her life, left her a young widow with three children. I never knew him or the next three. Years after I was already married and a young mother she called me and wanted to talk. She had met a wonderful man that she enjoyed spending time with, but he insisted on getting married. She was afraid she would lose him if she kept saying no.

I told her that she had to decide if he was more important than the “single life” she was enjoying. She decided he was and they were married. Sam and Kay lived several very happy years together and she never regretted her decision. My sister and I, grandchildren through her daughter who was now gone, were thrilled for her and even learned to call Sam “Zeyda” which is Yiddish for grandfather.

Witnessing this beautiful romance from courtship through Zeyda’s eventual passing was a wonderful and uplifting experience. You’re never too old to fall in love – and you never lose the love you hold in your heart.

“Where were you anyway?” He had tried to reach her and he had worried when he couldn’t.


“A couple of the guys said you weren’t in yesterday.”

“You were checking up on me?”

“…and I couldn’t get you on your phone at home.”

“I went back home to see my dad.”

“Oh.” He grinned sheepishly. “I’m glad to hear that. I knew that the office heard about me on Tuesday. The hospital found my employee ID and called about insurance and I was real worried ’cause I hadn’t heard from you. I figured you were still really mad at me.” He stopped to catch his breath. It relieved Adam to know that she hadn’t stayed away just because she was angry at him.

“Believe me if I had known earlier, I would have been here.”

“Really?” He looked really young and boyish for a moment.

“Of course.” Davie laughed. “For some stupid reason I do care about what happens to you even though you keep on pushing me away.”

“I’m sorry. Sorry about pushing you away, but not about you caring. I like to know that you care about me.” He reached for her hand again. “So, what was the occasion for going home?”

Davie bit her lip. “The sixth anniversary of my mom’s death.”

“I’m sorry, Davie.” Adam knew from the way Davie had talked about her mom that she still took her passing very hard. “I’m glad you were able to be there with your dad.”

Davie shook her head and grimaced. “He didn’t need me.”

“Of course he did.”

“Nope. What my father needed was privacy.” She looked at Adam with a defensive smile. “I walked in on a lovers’ tryst.”


“It seems that Daddy has a girlfriend and they’re getting married.”

“That’s great!” He saw her hurt expression. “Isn’t it?”

Davie stood up and began to pace around Adam’s bed. “I guess so. I don’t know.” Sighing, she stopped at the foot of his bed. “I guess I just have to get used to it.”

“You really are upset about this.” He frowned.

Davie returned to the chair and leaned closer to Adam. It was comfortable to talk with him. “It’s just that I never thought my father could love anybody except for my mom.”

“It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love her.”

“That’s what Elizabeth said.” Seeing the question in Adam’s eyes, Davie added, “…my father’s fiancée. She’s a widow, too, she said they hadn’t planned to fall in love.”

“Sometimes, Davie, people fall in…are very attracted to other people and…well, sometimes they don’t even realize it themselves…and…” Adam stopped stammering and took Davie’s hand in his. “Davie, about those rumors at work…”


“We have two options. We can ignore them, or we can give them some fodder for the rumor mill, but,” he had to muster up his courage, “I would like to make them come true.” Adam suddenly knew just how important this woman had become to him.

Courage of the Heart
COURAGE OF THE HEART shows us that sometimes love is the only cure for the very deepest of emotional wounds. The story of the two lovers takes a series of unexpected and fast paced turns where lives, sanity and love are put in jeopardy. Their commitment to one another results in a spirit that binds them together and helps them to overcome physical and emotional dangers.