CLANDESTINE CARGO IS OUT!!!  ISBN 978-1-934657-39-3

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Clandestine Cargo
by Janet McGuire Hendershot (Award winning novelist.  That and a buck and a half will get you a soda.)

Who's trying to stop Mary Katherine (Katie) O'Quinn from sending aid to struggling Americans stranded in today's Cuba?  What is Katie O'Quinn actually sending to Cuba?  Is it truly aid, or something more sinister?

What about the boy next door, (Buck Evans) who wears a promise ring along with Katie to pledge his abstinence until they marry?  Will he wait for her to finish medical school and open her free clinic for impoverished children?  Or will a delicate flower from Cuba snatch him from right under Katie's nose?  

What are Katie's father, Jason and Buck, up to when they fly under the radar of authorities with their bogus fishing trips?

And what about Buck's alcoholic mother, Lora?  Is she's another ring in Katie's circus, or is she the only one in the crowd who knows what's going on?   Too bad she's never sober enough to be taken seriously. 

Read  Clandestine Cargo and find out. 

Excerpt from Clandestine Cargo by Janet McGuire Hendershot

    "Don't  hunt me!"  The voice filtered up from the hold of the boat.  "It's only me."  Jason's college bound daughter, Katie O'Quinn hoisted herself up out of the hold onto the deck of the vessel.  She gazed up sheepishly at her father and Buck Evans, the boy next door, whom she had loved all her life.  She tried to smile, lifting her freckled face up at them and her auburn curls swished  around her head in the Gulf of Mexico breeze.  

        Katie pulled herself out of the hold and into the pilothouse, smoothing her jeans and long-sleeved blue University of Florida Gator shirt as she rose to her feet.  A rubber band tried to hold her curls in a secure ponytail, but rebellious strands kept escaping.  "It's just me." She winced and danced a few steps in place.
        
        "Katie?  What are you doing here?  What's going on?"  Buck frowned and slung the ball bat he had readied to defend the boat from the would-be intruder under the control panel.  Jason plopped the hammer he carried beside it, resumed his relaxed position in the deck chair and rolled his eyes to the ceiling.
        
        "Did you know about this?"  Buck arched his eyebrows and nodded at Jason.
        
        "Of course not."  Jason shrugged.  "I told her months ago she couldn't be part of this mission to rescue Cuban refugees, but you know our Katie.  She marches to the beat of a different drummer."  He waved his arms in the air and shook his head.
       
         Katie slapped her hands on her hips.  "Well, I'm here now, so you guys learn to live with it."