Author Bio: Jenn’s love of writing started the year she received her first diary and Nancy Drew novel. Throughout her teenage years, she kept a diary of her personal thoughts and feelings but graduated from Nancy Drew to other mystery suspense novels.
Jenn often adds a thriller and suspense element to anything she writes be it Romance, Science Fiction, or Fantasy. When not writing, she spends her time reading, observing pop culture, playing with her two dogs, and working on various charitable projects in her home state of New Jersey.
Book Blurb: To protect her family and find a killer, Felicia “Lucky” Fascino assumed her adoptive father’s identity and joined the network, an organization of moral assassins to finish the job he began. Eliminating the man responsible for murdering her mother has consumed her for the last five years.
While keeping her Uncle Stephen and cousin Elizabeth at arm’s length, Lucky begins to feel the weight of her career choice and reclusive lifestyle. Then a chance encounter with an enigmatic hit man, during one of her jobs, turns into a provocative and dangerous affair. Distracted by the secret trysts with Kenji Zinn and mounting tension within her family, Lucky makes reckless mistakes that threaten her livelihood and almost claim her life.
Lucky “unwinds” after her last job…
Lucky unzipped her suitcase and pulled out the wigs. She placed both on the foam heads and then brushed them out. At last count, she had twenty-two. Bet once called her Sydney Bristow, some TV chick who wore disguises and kicked ass for the CIA. She kicked ass and wore wigs, but working for the government was the furthest from reality.
Well, not always.
She flipped the second switch. The dungeon—three big bunker-like rooms and a long corridor that led to the end of the block—hummed with life. This was her domain. Here, she kept her weapons and equipment, practiced with her guns, and hid when she needed to be alone.
In the main room, she kept several fireproof cabinets full of wigs, contacts, theatrical makeup, special clothing, guns, knives, lethal drugs, ammunition, and other odd things like night vision goggles and jamming equipment. She hardly used them, but they were there.
Her father had stocked the basement of his house with enough shit to take over a small city. They didn’t have any fancy automatic gun racks or James Bond technology, and the room looked like any other dull gray command center for a local police department—surrounded by cabinets. She checked the security system to see if anything happened while she was gone and was pleased with the results flashing back.
Most of the heavy technical work happened here: communications while in the field and real-time support. It didn’t happen often, but even she needed help sometimes.
Things get complicated for Lucky as her feelings for Kenji bubble to the surface…
“I’m not…good at this anymore.” Lucky puffed out a heavy breath and clutched the phone. “I can’t wrap my mind around it. I’ve really tried to forget you.”
“Because, I can’t want…this.”
“What do you mean?”
“Be with someone while doing what I do. Sharing my life… I haven’t for a long time. I don’t see how I can do it with—”
That stopped her cold. Lucky shut her eyes and banged her head against the wall. Not only was it the oddest conversation she’d ever have, it frightened her because he was dead on.
“Why add to the torment?” she snapped.
“Being with you was far from torture.” His reply was husky and saturated with innuendo. Lucky ignored the ripples of electricity on her skin.
“We’re not good people, Kenji. I’ve already accepted that, but I think you’ve still got blinders on.”
“No, I have a sense we are more alike than you realize. I know why you eliminated McKowen. He was a vile man.”
“Yeah… We might be the bad guys, but we’re never the villains.” Lucky softened her tone. “We’re not heroes either, just stuck in the middle somewhere.”
“This is what we do, not who we are. It does not change what happened between us. We should not ignore this.”
“I don’t know….” The contact with him did something to her, but finding the words to explain it seemed impossible. Lucky did want to see him again, though, not for all the right reasons.
“Where are you, right now?”
“Miami,” he said immediately. “Let me come to you, wherever you wish.”
“I….” The confusion twisted through her. He was determined without being forceful.
“The choice is yours. Call me after you complete your task,” he said without demand.
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