Welcome to the Uniform Fetish Blog Tour! Thank you for helping all of the authors to celebrate this newest Anthology from Evernight Publishing. I was truly flabbergasted to find out my story was accepted to be a part of this amazing collection of authors, and their stories. If you haven’t yet gotten around to reading my story in the anthology, or even if you have, here’s a little insider information on my hero…

Name:  Douglas Burrows
Job:  FBI Special Agent
Stats:
– 38 years old
– Short sandy brown hair
– Grey eyes
– 6′ 2″
– 234lbs
– 15 years with the Bureau

 

The following interview with Special Agent Douglas Burrows
takes place at an undisclosed, secure location.

Moira:  Thank you for taking the time out of what I’m sure is a very hectic schedule to chat with me today Special Agent Burrows.
Douglas:  The pleasure is mine, but please call me Douglas.

Douglas it is then. Can you tell my readers a little about yourself? Perhaps why you got into the FBI, and what you might hope to achieve with the work you’re doing with them?
Well, I’ve been with the Bureau for almost fifteen years now. For a time in my early twenties I have to admit to being adrift in life. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with myself. On a whim I took a criminology class in college, I needed the credits, and it appeared interesting. It ended up drawing me in, and making me want to learn more. I could have become a police officer, but I didn’t think I’d be happy staying in one place all the time so I explored my options, and ended up applying to the Bureau. My goals are relatively simple actually. Do everything within my power as a representative for the laws of our country to keep good, honest, and innocent individuals safe from those that prey on what may be considered a weaker person. It doesn’t matter to me what their crime is. If they are breaking the law, and hurting someone in the process I’m going to do my damnedest to see they are brought to justice, and pay the steepest penalty we can manage within the system.

With the capture, and hopefully extended jail time for the man you recently apprehended, what are your immediate plans?
As you know I got to meet, and spend some time with a very special lady. We got to know one another somewhat in an extremely stressful situation so now we’re going to go about getting to know one another better, and at a slightly more regular pace. Whatever “regular” actually means.
(looks over his shoulder and winks at the woman he’s discussing)

I’m sure you’re both happy for the downtime. I have a couple of questions here from my readers if you have the time to answer them?
(adjusts his suit jacket, and gives a nod)
Absolutely, shoot.

Liz C. would like to know, what was your “worst stake-out location”?
My personal worst stake-out location has to be at the dump.

You can’t leave it there! You absolutely have to explain this to all of us.
(tips his head back, and laughs)
We had a suspect in a string of robberies whose day job was working one of the bulldozers at the dump. My partner and I had the pleasure of sitting on a hill out in the blazing sun for days watching him. It also happened to be one of the worst heatwaves the area we were in had ever had. We were out there every day he was on shift logging his movements, and who came round to chat with him all private like next to his machine. The truly horrifying part of it all was the fact the wind would shift around lunchtime to blow that stench right at us.

Oh lordy that sounds nasty! I think we need to get to the next question, so here goes. Evita would like to know, and I’m paraphrasing slightly, “how do [agents] handle being away from family for long periods of time, especially if married and with kids”?
I personally don’t have experience with this yet, so I’m in no way an expert on the subject. But from what I’ve heard discussed by other agents in a situation where they have a family it’s just like any other job that takes someone out of town. You talk on the phone when you can, or Skype I suppose would be much more popular these days. In our line of work we’re never sure where we’re going, or for how long so it does take a toll. A colleague told me once that when she is home during the down time her entire focus is on her family. Anything to do with the job that isn’t an immediate or pressing concern is put on the back burner. Her husband, and boys both know her job is hard both mentally and physically. But they also know that when she’s home they are getting all of her. Her attention isn’t split between them, and the job. Everything is focused on them, and them alone.

Sounds like a balancing act of sorts. I suppose like any marriage with, or without travel of this sort it’s all about communication, and making the time spent together count.
(he smiles)
In my line of work any relationship at all from dating to marriage can take a hit without open lines of communication.

Thank you again to Special Agent Burrows for taking the time to talk with me. It was a true pleasure to have him here. Now let’s take a look at the story…

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Magdelaine “Maggie” Dubois has found herself at the wrong place at the worst possible time. When a man is killed before her she only has one viable option. Go to the police. What she never expected in the aftermath of complete terror, and fear was to meet a man who awoke something so sexually primal within her.

Special Agent Douglas Burrows of the FBI is in the business of putting those breaking laws behind bars. He’s questioned dozens of witnesses over the years, and held more than a few hands. None of them have ever affected him quite like she does with nothing more than a look.

Douglas will do whatever is necessary to protect Maggie. While watching over her is his sworn duty, his need for the passionate witness is all together very personal.

And to close this post out, a look between the pages just for you…

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Five hours later a hotel employee was opening the door to the room the FBI had secured for her. Special Agent Burrows was right behind Maggie. He thanked the man and presumably gave him a tip before sending him on his way. Stopping in the middle of the room she listened as he shut and locked the door.

She was nervous all of a sudden and didn’t know why. No, actually she did. She was alone in a hotel room where no one knew her to be with the sexiest man she’d ever met. And he was only there to protect her.

Which was really a downer when she thought about it. Kicking off her shoes she wiggled her toes in the high end carpet, and took a long look around. “The FBI must have quite the budget,” she commented.

His soft laugh did fantastic things to her body. “Not really. We get great deals on rooms though, so we can splurge a little as long as it qualifies as official business. Besides, after the night you’ve had, a little luxury wasn’t amiss.”

He had a point there. Crouching she collected her shoes and then moved to check the space out a little better. The bedroom was in a separate room off the sitting area they were currently standing in. She peeked in to take in the king sized bed and the open doorway to the side. Most likely the bathroom. One bed, one bathroom, well this was going to be interesting.

Douglas moved around her and set on the end of the bed the bag he’d sent a female officer to collect from her home. “Why don’t you try and get some sleep? I’ll be in the outer room the entire time if you need me,” he said.

All Maggie could do was nod. She didn’t know what to say. She knew what she’d like to say, but she wasn’t quite that brazen. Though with him she truly wished she was. “Douglas,” she said before he fully closed the sliding doors between the two rooms.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For doing this. I know it’s an imposition, and must be tough on your loved ones, so thank you.” Subtle, Maggie, real subtle.

His smile said he knew exactly what she was digging for. “Well since it’s only my retired parents that might possibly be affected by this, I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. Get some sleep, Maggie.”

“Right.”

Once the doors were shut she let out a low groan, and smacked her forehead with a fist. “Dumb, dumb, dumb,” she muttered. “Why didn’t you just ask him if he was available, Mags? That you want to rip that too perfectly starched shirt off his body, and do nasty things to him. Un-fucking-believable.” Letting out another groan she headed for the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would clear out some of the cobwebs making her an idiot.

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