Storm Front: Memoirs of a Secret Agent by Jazzmyn Storm
Release date: April 8, 2019
Subgenre: Spy thriller, Romantic suspense
About Storm Front:
When a spy loses her memory, she doesn't know who to trust...or what to believe.
I felt myself flying through the air, and I was strangely calm for a moment as the reality of the situation faded away. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. I’d wake up any moment and realize it was all a bad dream.
Then, I hit the water.
What happens, when the people you thought you could trust betray you? That’s bad enough in any relationship…but when you’re a spy, it can be deadly.
I felt myself flying through the air, and I was strangely calm for a moment as the reality of the situation faded away. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. I’d wake up any moment and realize it was all a bad dream.
Then, I hit the water.
What happens, when the people you thought you could trust betray you? That’s bad enough in any relationship…but when you’re a spy, it can be deadly.
Excerpt:
I felt myself flying
through the air, and I was strangely calm for a moment as the reality of the
situation faded away. This wasn’t
happening. It couldn’t be
happening. I’d wake up any moment and
realize it was all a bad dream.
Then, I hit the water.
Washington DC, September13,
2018
I looked up at the
lights, then closed my eyes. Still in
the hospital bed, not in the water. I
let out a breath and opened my eyes, then slowly sat up. A nurse hurried over, but she looked more
annoyed than concerned.
“You know you’re supposed
to lie down,” she said, shaking her head.
“You won’t get better if you don’t get some sleep.” She paused for a moment, then asked, “Were
you having a dream?”
I shook my head, not
sure why I didn’t trust her. “I just
forgot where I was.”
That was ironic, since
I didn’t have much memory of anything.
At least, not the past few weeks.
All I remembered was being sent on a mission in August, then waking up
in this hospital bed two days ago.
“Try to rest,” she
said, turning and walking back over to the desk. I was in a ward, not a private room, which
seemed rather odd. Or maybe not. The other beds were mainly empty, and no one
was close enough to talk to…even if I felt like it, which I did not.
I lied back on the
pillows and closed my eyes. Maybe, if I
really concentrated, I would remember something. Anything.
Because if I didn’t, they’d never send me on another mission. Not only would I have wasted months of
training, but deep down, I had the feeling that it was important for me to go
back. I just wasn’t sure why.
As much as I wanted to
remember, a small part of me didn’t. I
could sense it just before I fell asleep.
There was something dangerous about remembering and that’s what bothered
me the most. I’d never turned away from
danger and now, my mind was doing it for me.
I exhaled in
frustration and waited for sleep. Maybe,
my dreams would give me some clue I couldn’t remember, when I was awake.
His voice was what I
noticed first. It was deep and rather
sexy with a slight accent I couldn’t place.
He was talking to a shop owner I’d gone to meet in Old Town. I was early, and the shop owner was trying to
convince the man to buy something.
“I don’t think it’s
quite my style,” the man said in that deep voice. “Maybe you have something more…urbane?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” the
shop owner replied. “This is the most
sophisticated jacket I carry.”
The man looked over
and saw me as I pretended to browse through the racks of dresses. “What do you think?” he asked. “Is it my style?”
I smiled and raised an
eyebrow. “It’s very nice,” I replied.
The man laughed. “Very well, I will take it,” he told the
man. “Can you have it delivered to my
hotel? I’m staying at the Grande Plaza.”
The shop owner
nodded. “I’ll send it right over,” he
replied, running the man’s card. “Can I
get you anything else?” he added, hopefully.
The man glanced back
over at me and smiled. “I think that’s
enough for today.”
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