The Sentinel Agency Series
Destiny (Book 1)
Content: m/f romance, love scenes, fight scenes
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Excerpt from Destiny
Delfina Perry walked along the strip of stores inside Terminus Air and Space Port. She was window-shopping—killing time before her flight off the planet—when she suddenly had a flash of foresight. She saw that an armed man and woman were going to take her into custody. The pair would have government identification, though she wasn’t sure if the IDs were real or fake. Once they detained her, there was a four in five chance they’d relocate her to an undisclosed location.
That was all Delfina knew. Although she was tempted to look deeper into the future to learn more details, she didn’t dare. Use of her ability left her temporarily nearsighted. The further ahead she foresaw, the worse her eyesight became. At the moment, going blind in this bustling spaceport would leave her far too vulnerable. These two agents must have tracked her ticket purchase, because the most probable future involved her being captured at or near her departure gate.
“It looks like we won’t make our flight after all,” she told Bulu.
Her furry friend squeaked from her perch atop Delfina’s shoulder. The Dunian berlalu had huge magenta eyes, tiny ears, and the flat body of a flying squirrel. Her pelt currently mimicked the ombre effect of Delfina’s brown and blonde hair. At less than a kilogram, Bulu’s weight barely registered, though her soft warmth was comforting.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I thought your new certification as a service animal meant no more sneaking around, but you’ll need a disguise. We can’t afford to stick out.” Delfina pointed at the nearest shop window. “How about that clutch purse over there?”
Bulu grunted, clearly unimpressed by the simple black pocketbook. A moment later, she shifted the chromatophores beneath her clear fur so that she resembled the blue-and-pink embroidered handbag off to the right.
“You’re such a fashionista.” Delfina reached up so that Bulu could grab her hand with all four paws.
The berlalu’s flat toes almost formed suction cups, and she was used to hanging upside down and using her body like a hammock to sleep. In this position and decked out in designer camouflage, Bulu looked almost exactly like the purse in the window.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone you’re a knockoff.” Delfina started walking, trying to look casual and blend into the crowd.
Another flash of foresight made her wince. Now that she was not going to show up at her gate, the probable future had her pursuers searching the whole spaceport for her. With their credentials, they could gain access anywhere they wanted, including the security office. She didn’t have much time.
Delfina headed for the nearest exit, with half her attention on the plans of the pair stalking her. She didn’t notice the man who stepped into her path until she collided with his hard body and bounced off. He steadied her with one hand under her elbow.
“Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t see you.”
Now that she did see him, though, she did a double take. High cheekbones, a chiseled jaw, and intense violet eyes made for a sexy package. The man’s hair was dark and thick, and he wore it in a short, no-nonsense style. They locked gazes, and his expression turned unreadable except for a slight parting of his lips. Delfina’s mind went completely blank, which almost never happened.
Then he firmed that intriguing mouth of his, along with his grip on her arm. “Going somewhere, Miss Perry?”
Her breath locked in her throat. Had she miscalculated? Was there a three-person team after her?
Excerpt from Destiny
Delfina Perry walked along the strip of stores inside Terminus Air and Space Port. She was window-shopping—killing time before her flight off the planet—when she suddenly had a flash of foresight. She saw that an armed man and woman were going to take her into custody. The pair would have government identification, though she wasn’t sure if the IDs were real or fake. Once they detained her, there was a four in five chance they’d relocate her to an undisclosed location.
That was all Delfina knew. Although she was tempted to look deeper into the future to learn more details, she didn’t dare. Use of her ability left her temporarily nearsighted. The further ahead she foresaw, the worse her eyesight became. At the moment, going blind in this bustling spaceport would leave her far too vulnerable. These two agents must have tracked her ticket purchase, because the most probable future involved her being captured at or near her departure gate.
“It looks like we won’t make our flight after all,” she told Bulu.
Her furry friend squeaked from her perch atop Delfina’s shoulder. The Dunian berlalu had huge magenta eyes, tiny ears, and the flat body of a flying squirrel. Her pelt currently mimicked the ombre effect of Delfina’s brown and blonde hair. At less than a kilogram, Bulu’s weight barely registered, though her soft warmth was comforting.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I thought your new certification as a service animal meant no more sneaking around, but you’ll need a disguise. We can’t afford to stick out.” Delfina pointed at the nearest shop window. “How about that clutch purse over there?”
Bulu grunted, clearly unimpressed by the simple black pocketbook. A moment later, she shifted the chromatophores beneath her clear fur so that she resembled the blue-and-pink embroidered handbag off to the right.
“You’re such a fashionista.” Delfina reached up so that Bulu could grab her hand with all four paws.
The berlalu’s flat toes almost formed suction cups, and she was used to hanging upside down and using her body like a hammock to sleep. In this position and decked out in designer camouflage, Bulu looked almost exactly like the purse in the window.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone you’re a knockoff.” Delfina started walking, trying to look casual and blend into the crowd.
Another flash of foresight made her wince. Now that she was not going to show up at her gate, the probable future had her pursuers searching the whole spaceport for her. With their credentials, they could gain access anywhere they wanted, including the security office. She didn’t have much time.
Delfina headed for the nearest exit, with half her attention on the plans of the pair stalking her. She didn’t notice the man who stepped into her path until she collided with his hard body and bounced off. He steadied her with one hand under her elbow.
“Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t see you.”
Now that she did see him, though, she did a double take. High cheekbones, a chiseled jaw, and intense violet eyes made for a sexy package. The man’s hair was dark and thick, and he wore it in a short, no-nonsense style. They locked gazes, and his expression turned unreadable except for a slight parting of his lips. Delfina’s mind went completely blank, which almost never happened.
Then he firmed that intriguing mouth of his, along with his grip on her arm. “Going somewhere, Miss Perry?”
Her breath locked in her throat. Had she miscalculated? Was there a three-person team after her?
Talent (Book 2)
Andromeda is still trying to get used to her prosthetic arm and leg after a terrorist bombing left her injured. Through her work with the Sentinel Agency, she’s determined to stop the bad guys and keep innocent people from getting hurt.
Luka Stiles used to be the top supermodel in town. When the advertisers drop him and his film career fizzles, he’s left drowning his sorrows at the bar. He coasts along on his former fame, which happens to score him an invitation to an exclusive charity auction.
Andromeda must team up with Luka to get into that auction and hack the computers. She believes the foundation hosting it may be funneling money to terrorists, as well as trafficking in protected wildlife.
Together, Andromeda and Luka will face the rich and famous, high-tech security, evil science experiments, and government agents who aren’t at all what they appear.
Content: m/f romance, love scene, fight scene, reference to terrorist bombing
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Excerpt from Talent
Luka was on his third shot of whiskey—or was it his fourth?—when he noticed the auburn-haired woman enter the bar. Unlike the rest of the female patrons, she only wore minimal makeup and didn’t bother with a slinky dress. She had on silver pants and a simple black top that flattered her trim figure. He might not have given her a second look, except her swagger dialed up her appeal from merely pretty to captivating.
He thought his luck was finally turning when she sat on the barstool next to him. “Hey there, lovely lady. Can I buy you a drink?”
She arched one slim eyebrow. “Seltzer with lime.”
“That’s not a real drink,” he protested when the bartender brought it over.
“Looks real enough to me,” she retorted. “You should try it, Luka. You need to hydrate.”
He was buzzed enough that it took him a moment to realize she knew his name. “Are you a fan?”
“Not at the moment.” She flicked her gaze over him.
He sat up straighter. Although he might not have been as fit as he’d been in his younger years, he hadn’t gone completely soft. His stomach was still flat, and he tried to work out, in case he got a call to audition for a part.
“Hey, you were in here the other night.” He had a vague recollection of talking to her.
“That was at another bar,” she said drily.
“Are you stalking me?”
“You’re not hard to find,” she told him. “I’m surprised you remember me at all. I arrived late, and you were too sloshed to hold a conversation.”
Luka racked his brain for what they might have talked about. He had hit the booze harder than usual after an especially bad day. That morning, he’d been beaten out for a role on a soap opera.
He downed the rest of his shot and ordered another. “Why don’t we continue that discussion now?”
She waited until the bartender had served him before she squared her shoulders. “I’m here to offer you a job.”
“A modeling job?” He threw back the next shot and set the empty glass on the bar. “Haven’t you heard? I’m all used up. I don’t even have a manager anymore.”
“I need a partner for an undercover assignment,” she said in a lower voice.
Luka gave her another once-over. “You’re cute; I’ll give you that. But I haven’t sunk quite that low yet. Find yourself another gigolo to hire.”
She swore under her breath. “Anyone ever tell you you’re an obnoxious drunk? Listen, you idiot, there’s an auction this weekend being held by the Excelsior Foundation. You have an invitation, and I need you to take me as your plus-one. That’s it.”
He felt strangely disappointed. “So you want me to get you into a party? For a minute there, I thought you were interesting.”
“I’m trying to be patient,” she gritted out, “but I’m not known for my people skills. Try to get this through your head this time. My name is Andromeda. I work for the Sentinel Agency. I need to get to that auction because we have reason to believe the Excelsior Foundation is funding the Crusaders for Divine Order.”
He frowned. “What do you care if they give money to some religious charity?”
“The Crusaders are a terrorist organization, you ignorant wretch.”
“Oh yeah. I knew that.” He took another sip to numb the sting of embarrassment. She thought he was stupid, just like everybody else did. Then he considered exactly what she’d said. “Wait. You’re saying the Excelsior Foundation is supporting terrorists? That doesn’t make sense. They fund medical research, or is it starving orphans? I know it’s some worthy cause.”
“Then I won’t find anything incriminating when you take me to the auction, will I?” she countered.
“So now you’re a spy?” He sniffed and shook his head. “Everybody in this town is such a drama queen.”
When he heard a low growl, he thought at first the sound came from her slim throat. Then he looked down to see a big robotic dog standing next to her. The bot didn’t have to bare its fangs, because there wasn’t anything covering its metal skeleton.
“Nice pet.” He kept his tone purposefully bored, but she was starting to intrigue him.
Whatever Andromeda was, she wasn’t ordinary. The metal canine was bad-ass, and he didn’t think the dog was just an accessory.
“Who do you work for again?” he asked.
She appeared to draw on the last of her patience. “The Sentinel Agency. We’re a security and investigation firm that takes on special assignments. I was sent here by my bosses to enlist your help.”
“To get into the auction,” he summed up.
“You have an invitation.”
“I get a lot of invitations,” he mumbled. “I’m a very trendy minority.”
More often than not, his ability to change his coloring was treated as a party trick.
“I made sure you sent an RSVP for the auction,” she said. “They know you’ll be attending with a date.”
“Ah, so now we’re dating.” He gave her a grin that seemed to peeve her. “How do I know you are who you say you are?”
Luka wasn’t as trusting as he used to be. He had no intention of being played for a fool. Not again.
“Because I know exactly who you are,” she retorted.
Excerpt from Talent
Luka was on his third shot of whiskey—or was it his fourth?—when he noticed the auburn-haired woman enter the bar. Unlike the rest of the female patrons, she only wore minimal makeup and didn’t bother with a slinky dress. She had on silver pants and a simple black top that flattered her trim figure. He might not have given her a second look, except her swagger dialed up her appeal from merely pretty to captivating.
He thought his luck was finally turning when she sat on the barstool next to him. “Hey there, lovely lady. Can I buy you a drink?”
She arched one slim eyebrow. “Seltzer with lime.”
“That’s not a real drink,” he protested when the bartender brought it over.
“Looks real enough to me,” she retorted. “You should try it, Luka. You need to hydrate.”
He was buzzed enough that it took him a moment to realize she knew his name. “Are you a fan?”
“Not at the moment.” She flicked her gaze over him.
He sat up straighter. Although he might not have been as fit as he’d been in his younger years, he hadn’t gone completely soft. His stomach was still flat, and he tried to work out, in case he got a call to audition for a part.
“Hey, you were in here the other night.” He had a vague recollection of talking to her.
“That was at another bar,” she said drily.
“Are you stalking me?”
“You’re not hard to find,” she told him. “I’m surprised you remember me at all. I arrived late, and you were too sloshed to hold a conversation.”
Luka racked his brain for what they might have talked about. He had hit the booze harder than usual after an especially bad day. That morning, he’d been beaten out for a role on a soap opera.
He downed the rest of his shot and ordered another. “Why don’t we continue that discussion now?”
She waited until the bartender had served him before she squared her shoulders. “I’m here to offer you a job.”
“A modeling job?” He threw back the next shot and set the empty glass on the bar. “Haven’t you heard? I’m all used up. I don’t even have a manager anymore.”
“I need a partner for an undercover assignment,” she said in a lower voice.
Luka gave her another once-over. “You’re cute; I’ll give you that. But I haven’t sunk quite that low yet. Find yourself another gigolo to hire.”
She swore under her breath. “Anyone ever tell you you’re an obnoxious drunk? Listen, you idiot, there’s an auction this weekend being held by the Excelsior Foundation. You have an invitation, and I need you to take me as your plus-one. That’s it.”
He felt strangely disappointed. “So you want me to get you into a party? For a minute there, I thought you were interesting.”
“I’m trying to be patient,” she gritted out, “but I’m not known for my people skills. Try to get this through your head this time. My name is Andromeda. I work for the Sentinel Agency. I need to get to that auction because we have reason to believe the Excelsior Foundation is funding the Crusaders for Divine Order.”
He frowned. “What do you care if they give money to some religious charity?”
“The Crusaders are a terrorist organization, you ignorant wretch.”
“Oh yeah. I knew that.” He took another sip to numb the sting of embarrassment. She thought he was stupid, just like everybody else did. Then he considered exactly what she’d said. “Wait. You’re saying the Excelsior Foundation is supporting terrorists? That doesn’t make sense. They fund medical research, or is it starving orphans? I know it’s some worthy cause.”
“Then I won’t find anything incriminating when you take me to the auction, will I?” she countered.
“So now you’re a spy?” He sniffed and shook his head. “Everybody in this town is such a drama queen.”
When he heard a low growl, he thought at first the sound came from her slim throat. Then he looked down to see a big robotic dog standing next to her. The bot didn’t have to bare its fangs, because there wasn’t anything covering its metal skeleton.
“Nice pet.” He kept his tone purposefully bored, but she was starting to intrigue him.
Whatever Andromeda was, she wasn’t ordinary. The metal canine was bad-ass, and he didn’t think the dog was just an accessory.
“Who do you work for again?” he asked.
She appeared to draw on the last of her patience. “The Sentinel Agency. We’re a security and investigation firm that takes on special assignments. I was sent here by my bosses to enlist your help.”
“To get into the auction,” he summed up.
“You have an invitation.”
“I get a lot of invitations,” he mumbled. “I’m a very trendy minority.”
More often than not, his ability to change his coloring was treated as a party trick.
“I made sure you sent an RSVP for the auction,” she said. “They know you’ll be attending with a date.”
“Ah, so now we’re dating.” He gave her a grin that seemed to peeve her. “How do I know you are who you say you are?”
Luka wasn’t as trusting as he used to be. He had no intention of being played for a fool. Not again.
“Because I know exactly who you are,” she retorted.
Strategy (Book 3)
Casey has always been able to depend on Ryland. As a trans woman with a psychic ability to heal, she isn’t accepted by everyone. When her medical knowledge is needed for an undercover mission with Ryland, she doesn’t hesitate. She’ll do whatever it takes to stop the bad guys from deploying a biogenetic weapon that could kill everyone she loves.
With a dangerous operative plotting an attack and a black ops organization stalking the members of the Sentinel Agency, the stakes have never been higher. These star-crossed lovers will have to come together to save the universe.
Content: m/f romance, love scene, trans woman
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Excerpt from Strategy
Ryland was such a good man. Not for the first time, she wondered why Tripp couldn’t have been more like his cousin.
Setting aside her fretting, Casey finally took a proper look out the window at the city around her. Racolta was the capital and a major tourist destination. There were people everywhere, and most of the locals appeared to drive scooters or take the minibuses. The streets were narrow, and the buildings were an architectural hodgepodge. Art deco structures were next to domed edifices and stores topped with decorative cupolas. Everything was painted in primary colors, and solids were juxtaposed with checkers and stripes.
The residents were dressed just as colorfully and came in all different skin tones, though most had at least a dark tan from being out in the hot sun. Retail was definitely big business around here. Casey saw one boutique filled with hundreds of handbags and as many different styles of shoes. Another store sold metal lamps and decorative dinner plates next door to a salon hawking skincare balms. She could smell the spices from an outdoor display. A dozen bins overflowed with dried edibles, while bowls held mounds of black, pink, and red powder. Behind them were beige and turquoise chunks of what looked like mineral rocks the size of her fists. A wagon rolled past them selling fresh fruit and juice.
Finally, they turned past a large department store and pulled up to their hotel.
Compared to the rest of the city, the hotel was sedate. The colonial-era building was four stories high—white with a sienna roof—and it was right on the beach.
Their driver said something in his own language, and they waited for the translation. Ryland then pulled out some funny-looking pieces of paper. He handed them to the driver as payment.
“Good thing I made an exchange at the spaceport,” he remarked. “I was warned a lot of businesses only accept local cash.”
“At least paper is light,” Casey remarked. “I seem to recall your brother got paid in palladium ingots during his last assignment.”
They got out of the car, and Casey was shocked all over again by how hot it was here. She was used to the warm but temperate climate on Orbis II. The heat here would have been intolerable if not for the ocean breeze.
Their driver helped them unload their luggage and then took off, probably headed back to the spaceport for more passengers. They stepped through the front doors into the hotel lobby. The space resembled an upscale living room. Potted orchids sat on the tables, and overstuffed chairs and sofas were arranged to make a nice conversation area. The floors were honey brown, while the furniture, trim, and staircase were made of a darker wood.
“Good evening,” Ryland told the desk clerk. “Reservation for Dr. and Mr. Hayward.”
The woman didn’t need a translator. “Welcome to the Racolta Grand Legend Hotel. Your room is ready for you. Do you need assistance with your luggage?”
“No, thank you,” Ryland said. “We’ve got it.”
“Very good, sir. When you are ready for dinner, I recommend the verandah. Our restaurant is very good and has an excellent view of the sea.”
Casey thanked the woman this time, and they headed up the stairs to their room. When they got inside, she discovered it was simple and clean, with a king-sized bed, two night stands, and a desk.
“Only one bed?” she asked, surprised at the accommodations. Then her brain caught up. “Oh right. We’re supposed to be married. We’re expected to share a bed.”
She cleared her throat and hoped she wasn’t blushing. A grown woman with a child shouldn’t blush just because she was sharing a bedroom with a man. Of course, the big man in question was going to take up a lot of the mattress.
Ryland’s expression was unreadable, but she noticed he didn’t take his eyes off her. “I thought we’d enjoy a nice dinner together.”
“I’d love that,” she agreed.
The meals on the trip here hadn’t been bad for shuttle food, but they weren’t great.
“Give me about forty minutes to shower and change clothes,” she added. “By then the sun will be going down, so it should be cooler outside.”
She didn’t relish the idea of sweating through dinner.
“Go on,” Ryland told her. “I’ll clean up when you’re done. In the meantime, I’ll call Andromeda and let her know we’ve arrived.”
Casey took her bag into the bathroom, which had a soaker tub as well as a shower. She enjoyed a nice, cool shower and washed away some of the fatigue from traveling. When she was done cleaning up, she dug through her bag.
Packing had been a challenge. Khusuba, where the Biomed United volunteers would stop first, was an urban city. The hospital there simply didn’t have enough doctors and nurses to cover the tens of thousands of people who depended on it. She could dress in her usual work attire of maxi dresses or slacks and blouses. Her white coat would identify her as a doctor, not a nurse. That was something she’d had to become more conscious of since she’d become overtly female, though not all people made those assumptions. She wasn’t familiar with the cultural norms here.
Biomed United’s next stop would then be Mbanza, which was a much more rural and impoverished town. Once they got there, she would switch to chinos and t-shirts. She still needed to look professional, but she wanted to be freer to move. Now that she’d experienced the heat in this region, she was very glad she’d selected light-weight fabrics.
Tonight she pulled out a dark bronze sheath dress. Its presence in her luggage didn’t have a simple explanation, though she could argue that it hadn’t taken up much space. Casey could tell herself that she had packed it in case she needed to attend some kind of orientation dinner at the inn in Fauxbourg. If she was honest, though, she had wanted to look good for Ryland. The last time they’d gone on an undercover assignment together, she’d been tromping around in boots, posing as a veterinarian for a group of smugglers out in the wilderness.
The bronze dress hugged her bosom and accentuated her trim waist. She pulled back her hair and applied a little makeup before she stepped out.
Ryland was finishing some work on his tablet at the desk. He stood up and turned her way. Then he froze when he saw her. He stared so long she started to fidget.
Excerpt from Strategy
Ryland was such a good man. Not for the first time, she wondered why Tripp couldn’t have been more like his cousin.
Setting aside her fretting, Casey finally took a proper look out the window at the city around her. Racolta was the capital and a major tourist destination. There were people everywhere, and most of the locals appeared to drive scooters or take the minibuses. The streets were narrow, and the buildings were an architectural hodgepodge. Art deco structures were next to domed edifices and stores topped with decorative cupolas. Everything was painted in primary colors, and solids were juxtaposed with checkers and stripes.
The residents were dressed just as colorfully and came in all different skin tones, though most had at least a dark tan from being out in the hot sun. Retail was definitely big business around here. Casey saw one boutique filled with hundreds of handbags and as many different styles of shoes. Another store sold metal lamps and decorative dinner plates next door to a salon hawking skincare balms. She could smell the spices from an outdoor display. A dozen bins overflowed with dried edibles, while bowls held mounds of black, pink, and red powder. Behind them were beige and turquoise chunks of what looked like mineral rocks the size of her fists. A wagon rolled past them selling fresh fruit and juice.
Finally, they turned past a large department store and pulled up to their hotel.
Compared to the rest of the city, the hotel was sedate. The colonial-era building was four stories high—white with a sienna roof—and it was right on the beach.
Their driver said something in his own language, and they waited for the translation. Ryland then pulled out some funny-looking pieces of paper. He handed them to the driver as payment.
“Good thing I made an exchange at the spaceport,” he remarked. “I was warned a lot of businesses only accept local cash.”
“At least paper is light,” Casey remarked. “I seem to recall your brother got paid in palladium ingots during his last assignment.”
They got out of the car, and Casey was shocked all over again by how hot it was here. She was used to the warm but temperate climate on Orbis II. The heat here would have been intolerable if not for the ocean breeze.
Their driver helped them unload their luggage and then took off, probably headed back to the spaceport for more passengers. They stepped through the front doors into the hotel lobby. The space resembled an upscale living room. Potted orchids sat on the tables, and overstuffed chairs and sofas were arranged to make a nice conversation area. The floors were honey brown, while the furniture, trim, and staircase were made of a darker wood.
“Good evening,” Ryland told the desk clerk. “Reservation for Dr. and Mr. Hayward.”
The woman didn’t need a translator. “Welcome to the Racolta Grand Legend Hotel. Your room is ready for you. Do you need assistance with your luggage?”
“No, thank you,” Ryland said. “We’ve got it.”
“Very good, sir. When you are ready for dinner, I recommend the verandah. Our restaurant is very good and has an excellent view of the sea.”
Casey thanked the woman this time, and they headed up the stairs to their room. When they got inside, she discovered it was simple and clean, with a king-sized bed, two night stands, and a desk.
“Only one bed?” she asked, surprised at the accommodations. Then her brain caught up. “Oh right. We’re supposed to be married. We’re expected to share a bed.”
She cleared her throat and hoped she wasn’t blushing. A grown woman with a child shouldn’t blush just because she was sharing a bedroom with a man. Of course, the big man in question was going to take up a lot of the mattress.
Ryland’s expression was unreadable, but she noticed he didn’t take his eyes off her. “I thought we’d enjoy a nice dinner together.”
“I’d love that,” she agreed.
The meals on the trip here hadn’t been bad for shuttle food, but they weren’t great.
“Give me about forty minutes to shower and change clothes,” she added. “By then the sun will be going down, so it should be cooler outside.”
She didn’t relish the idea of sweating through dinner.
“Go on,” Ryland told her. “I’ll clean up when you’re done. In the meantime, I’ll call Andromeda and let her know we’ve arrived.”
Casey took her bag into the bathroom, which had a soaker tub as well as a shower. She enjoyed a nice, cool shower and washed away some of the fatigue from traveling. When she was done cleaning up, she dug through her bag.
Packing had been a challenge. Khusuba, where the Biomed United volunteers would stop first, was an urban city. The hospital there simply didn’t have enough doctors and nurses to cover the tens of thousands of people who depended on it. She could dress in her usual work attire of maxi dresses or slacks and blouses. Her white coat would identify her as a doctor, not a nurse. That was something she’d had to become more conscious of since she’d become overtly female, though not all people made those assumptions. She wasn’t familiar with the cultural norms here.
Biomed United’s next stop would then be Mbanza, which was a much more rural and impoverished town. Once they got there, she would switch to chinos and t-shirts. She still needed to look professional, but she wanted to be freer to move. Now that she’d experienced the heat in this region, she was very glad she’d selected light-weight fabrics.
Tonight she pulled out a dark bronze sheath dress. Its presence in her luggage didn’t have a simple explanation, though she could argue that it hadn’t taken up much space. Casey could tell herself that she had packed it in case she needed to attend some kind of orientation dinner at the inn in Fauxbourg. If she was honest, though, she had wanted to look good for Ryland. The last time they’d gone on an undercover assignment together, she’d been tromping around in boots, posing as a veterinarian for a group of smugglers out in the wilderness.
The bronze dress hugged her bosom and accentuated her trim waist. She pulled back her hair and applied a little makeup before she stepped out.
Ryland was finishing some work on his tablet at the desk. He stood up and turned her way. Then he froze when he saw her. He stared so long she started to fidget.
The Sentinel Agency Trilogy (Books 1-3)
Get all three books of The Sentinel Agency trilogy in one volume:
DESTINY: Undercover operatives have discovered Delfina has the power of foresight, and they want to capture and use her. Accompanied by her emotional support animal, Delfina uses her ability to stay ahead of her pursuers. The one thing she doesn’t foresee is Rave. The Imperian male claims she’s his genetic match, but he has so many aliases that she’s not sure if he’s the good guy or the bad. Attraction ignites as they are thrown together by mysterious government agents, a wildlife trafficking syndicate, and a covert agency that recruits people with unique talents. Secrets, passion, and intrigue collide in this sci-fi romance.
TALENT: Andromeda is still trying to get used to her prosthetic arm and leg after a terrorist bombing left her injured. Through her work with the Sentinel Agency, she’s determined to stop the bad guys and keep innocent people from getting hurt.
Luka Stiles used to be the top supermodel in town. When the advertisers drop him and his film career fizzles, he’s left drowning his sorrows at the bar. He coasts along on his former fame, which happens to score him an invitation to an exclusive charity auction.
Andromeda must team up with Luka to get into that auction and hack the computers. She believes the foundation hosting it may be funneling money to terrorists, as well as trafficking in protected wildlife.
Together, Andromeda and Luka will face the rich and famous, high-tech security, evil science experiments, and government agents who aren’t at all what they appear.
STRATEGY: For years, Ryland Ward has known Dr. Casey Haven is his soulmate, but he hasn’t been able to claim her. His own cousin abandoned her and their son, leaving her with a broken heart. Ryland has waited for her to heal so he can prove he’s much more than a friend.
Casey has always been able to depend on Ryland. As a trans woman with a psychic ability to heal, she isn’t accepted by everyone. When her medical knowledge is needed for an undercover mission with Ryland, she doesn’t hesitate. She’ll do whatever it takes to stop the bad guys from deploying a biogenetic weapon that could kill everyone she loves.
With a dangerous operative plotting an attack and a black ops organization stalking the members of the Sentinel Agency, the stakes have never been higher. These star-crossed lovers will have to come together to save the universe.
Content: m/f romance, love scenes, fight scenes, trans woman, reference to terrorist bombing
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