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The good-guys, the bad-guys, and the wild card- it's the ultimate game of cloak and dagger...
Kristian Clark, private eye, thought his days as a special agent were behind him, but when he's drafted into action, he finds himself reunited with his old team- and painful memories of why they broke up in the first place. But as he plunges into mission after mission- from a 'holy heist' to babysitting a young hacker to going undercover in a cult- Kristian find that everything he tried to leave behind is coming back to haunt him with a vengeance, and then some. First there's the mysterious woman who knows more about Kristian- and his past- than makes sense while using science fiction weapons that don't make sense period. Then there are the shady powers-that-be who are responsible for drafting him back into this world to satisfy their own nefarious agendas. It's all Kristian can do to keep from being pulled into their games as he tries to figure out who to trust and what to fight for, even as the trap put in place to destroy him is set with a ticking clock.
When did espionage get so complicated?
Read an Excerpt from The Bachelor Mission
“You don't even have to come up with the plans.”
I shake my head to try and stop the words from echoing in my mind as I shove my hands into the pockets of my nineteen fifties vintage coat- to compliment my matching brown suit, though not my more modern boots- that I wear both to satiate my childhood affection for that particular decade and to ward off the autumn chill.
You won't even have to come up with the plans. What a nice way Liam had of telling me I wasn't even in charge of my own team anymore. The team I founded. The team I dismantled.
The team I'm being called back to- but not as the leader.
And that's not even the worst part.
Grabbing my revolver, I take it out of my left pocket and aim it. I shoot two bullets, one in each of the back tires of the Maserati speeding away from me.
Such a shame.
The gorgeous car continues forward a few yards before skidding to a stop. Then I stride forward to the shotgun seat. Just in time to hear a different kind of shotgun going off.
“Blast,” I mutter, dropping to the ground to avoid being hit and rolling underneath the car to the other side. Then I climb up and shoot around it at my target's accomplice.
The accomplice shooting at me panics and takes off running, and I let him go- I'll let the man waiting just around the corner take care of him. The cops like to do the arresting bit anyway.
Then I stride back to the driver's side.
The window rolls down, and a golden-haired dame leans out, smoking a cigarette. “How'd you know it was me, Clark?”
“I've known for a while,” I answer, opening the door for her so I can escort her to the heat myself. “Just wanted to see how many of your underworld you could lure out before we took you in.”
She takes a long suck on her cigar before bowing smoke in my face. “Then why move now?”
Standing up, I open the door. “I just got a tighter time window.”
“Oh?”
I tip my stringy bin fedora at her before taking her arm in mine. “Been drafted into duty.”
“But there's no war going on.”
“Not that kind of duty, I'm afraid. Not that kind.”
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Jes Drew is the author of the Ninja and Hunter trilogy, the Howling Twenty trilogy, the Kristian Clark saga, and the Castaways trilogy. She lives with her mom, dad, younger sister, four younger brothers, and two dogs, obsessing about her true love, Captain Steve Rogers. There is a possibility that she may or may not be a superhuman, but she hasn't discovered her powers. Yet. Also, she might be a spy, but that's classified.
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