Combining elements of Agents of SHIELD with The Magicians and Supernatural, the Agents of A.S.S.E.T. book series is an Urban Fantasy Thriller aimed at readers who enjoy a healthy dose of snarky comedy peppered with pop culture easter eggs.
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“Sage Cynwrig?” A man stepped out of the
shadow of her tiny front porch. His face was partially hidden from the lamps.
He stood at least a head taller than Sage, making her crane her neck to try to
get a better look at him. What little she could see was not a face she
recognized. But then how the hell did he know her name? Even worse, how did he
know this was her apartment?
Her heart kicked into overdrive, and she
scanned around to see if there might be more men hiding in the shadows.
Dammit!
She screamed in her head. Because of course this night had to end with more
oddities.
“Who’s asking?” She scrutinized what little
she could see of him. The path lights were on, but he was standing just out of
their glow. For a moment she’d worried the guy from the bar had followed her
somehow, but this man was entirely different. With a black fedora cloaking some
of his head and a leather duster over a dark shirt and black pants, he was
camouflaged within the shadows. The only light resided in his eyes, pale
turquoise that had a hint of familiarity she couldn’t quite put a finger on.
With a growl of frustration, she met his
eyes with an annoyed glare, balling up her fist ready to fight like Devon had
been training her to do.
“Are you Sage Cynwrig?” he asked, with more
force this time.
“No,” she lied. “And this is private
property. If you don’t leave the premises, I’ll call security.”
He reached out faster than she could react
and took hold of her left hand, flipping it over to reveal her birthmark.
Her instincts kicked in and she twisted her
wrist, breaking his flimsy hold and rounded on him, sending her fist flying at
his face.
Quick as she was, he was faster, and he
blocked her strike with ease. “We need to talk.” He stepped into the light and
held his arms up in surrender.
She’d been ready to hit him again but
caught sight of his wrist. He had the same birthmark. Her eyes lit with as much
shock as many before had evidenced when they first looked on her deformity.
She’d believed that only she and her mother shared this special marking, but
now she knew that to be a lie. And suddenly the turquoise eyes made sense too.
Was he family? Some distant relation she’d never been told of? He not only
shared the same eye color as her mother, but also the same deformity. All the
way down to the crown of leaves above what appeared to be a tree shaped out of
broken veins.
“I’m not here to fight with you.” He
lowered his hands slowly and spoke in a whisper that forced her to pay
attention to hear him. “I’m here to help.”
“I don’t need any help.” She relaxed her
fighting stance. The alarms that had gone off at the bar when she’d dealt with
those other gorgeous blue eyes were silent now in the presence of this equally
dangerous-looking guy. What the hell was going on? Her instincts should have
been telling her to run. She should be screaming for help or calling the
police. Normal people didn’t skulk in the shadows. But standing in front of
this guy, who clearly wanted to look like a dangerous bad ass – he’d have to
lose the fedora if he hoped to achieve that – she felt only curiosity.
“You might not think you need help just
yet, but you do,” he replied. “Can we go inside and talk? I can explain.”
“We can talk out here.” She crossed her
arms in front of her.
“No. We can’t. Too many ears listening.” He
nodded upward. Sage turned to look in the direction he’d indicated and saw
someone drawing curtains shut in a second-story apartment. “You and I share the
same symbol. Aren’t you the least bit curious what it means?”
Sage opened her mouth to say yes, but the word refused to come. That
was exactly what he would want her to say.
“Does the name ASSET make a difference?” he
whispered again.
That word threatened to bring her to tears.
She didn’t want to say it out loud, but if he knew about ASSET, then he had to
know about her mother. Maybe he was connected to her family in a way she’d
never known. “Fine,” she groaned, hoping she wasn’t about to make the stupidest
of all mistakes by allowing him inside. “But I swear, if you put a hand on me
again...”
He smirked. “I have no interest in putting my
hands on you.”
“Good,”
she responded quickly, though not too certain what he meant by that comment.
Either way, she was making a beeline for the kitchen to grab a knife.
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