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Title: Run Don’t Think (The Agency Book 1)
Author: C.C. Bolick
Genre: YA Paranormal/Adventure
One hundred thousand dollars. A government agency on their trail. Two teens are about to learn their world will never be safe again. In this thrill ride, Angel and Skip go on the run after learning her dad works for a government agency. One of his deadliest enemies is out for blood and Angel could be his next victim. The teens must fight to stay alive as their road trip finds them running from cops and dodging undercover agents. No one is safe from the man with glowing eyes that only Angel can see. Angel has no idea her dad's agency monitors people with special powers or that she's been on their list for years...
She definitely never imagined vampires could be real.
“Move, move…” Skip hit the brakes enough to let the man pass before flooring it again. “That was close.”
I almost lost everything I’d eaten on the floor of the car. “I can’t do this. Skip!”
He swerved around a woman walking a dog. “They need a bike lane or walking lane or something.”
Ahead of us, traffic stopped for another red light. Skip glanced in the mirror. I swung my head around, the seatbelt cutting into my neck. The SUV was still behind us.
“I wonder if it’s your dad. I can’t tell.”
“If Dad was with them, he would have come inside the restaurant instead of Agent Payne. Besides, I’ve never seen Dad drive like that.”
“Two days ago you thought he was a janitor.”
I groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
Skip slowed the car to a stop behind a limousine. “That’s what I’m talking about. What do you think about renting one of those for prom?”
“You’re asking me to prom? While we’re being chased by government agents?”
He gave me a grin that usually made me warm inside. “They’re getting closer.”
Again, I turned around. The SUV stopped several feet back and Agent Payne stepped out, a gun in his hand.
Fear twisted in my stomach. “What are we going to do?”
“Wait for it…”
I looked at Skip. What was he doing?
“He’s almost to my door. The light’s changing. Hold on tight.”
Before I could say a word, our tires squealed as Skip sped toward the cars. I put my hands out and closed my eyes. The car jerked to the side and I knew we’d turned right.
“Left him in a cloud of dust.”
“You’re gonna get us killed.”
Skip mumbled something I couldn’t understand. A car pulled out in front of us. I gripped the door handle and looked over at Skip. His eyes were blank as he stared straight ahead.
“Skip… what are you…”
My head hit the ceiling as we bounced over the curb. He had the car on the sidewalk; people rushed to either side, leaving us a narrow path. We flew over another curb and landed back on the street. I tried to catch my breath as the car fishtailed. Skip put us back between the lines like he did this every day, missing an oncoming car by inches.
I couldn’t think. My nerves were shot. I grabbed Skip’s arm, but he wouldn’t look my way. His eyes were on the road and nothing else.
We were going to die. Tires screeched to my right as a trash truck came at my door. It stopped, but the grill was close enough for me to reach out of my window and touch it. I glanced in the mirror to my side. The SUV was keeping pace with us, despite Skip’s super-charged driving.
“This isn’t one of your video games,” I screamed.
Skip answered by hitting the brakes and turning in front of traffic. We cut down a one-way street, but the signs… they were backward. We were going the wrong way. Up ahead a car headed straight for us. As the car got closer, the top of the car began to flash with blue and red lights. “Stop, Skip. It’s a cop.”
Closer, we were on a collision course with this car and neither the cop nor Skip was backing down. Skip hit the gas. I closed my eyes when we topped one hundred, sure this would probably be the last breath I took.
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C.C. Bolick is the author of nine young adult books, including the Leftover Girl series and The Agency series. She grew up in a small Alabama town where she learned the best roads were always the muddiest. An engineer by day and author by night, C.C. loves to mix teenage drama with her favorite genres—romance, sci-fi, and paranormal. She writes complex stories about seemingly normal teens who learn they're anything but normal. C.C. likes her characters with big hearts, room to grow, and the strength to fight for what they believe in. If you enjoy page-turning drama, family secrets, epic love stories, and a special power or two, her books might be for you.
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Title: Love Don’t Wait (The Agency Book 2)
Author: C.C. Bolick
Genre: YA Paranormal/Adventure
For Angel Lockhart, forever is really forever… After learning the truth about her parents, Angel fears being locked away in an underground room of the agency. She’s been selfish in her relationship with Skip, but now only her powers can keep him alive. The agency wants to use these powers to save innocent lives. Angel can’t help but wish for her old life back. When she visits an old friend, her view of the agency begins to change. Maybe becoming an agent is the best plan if her powers can take down the agency’s deadliest threats. Life is tough at seventeen, but working for a secret government agency? Angel might even learn what love really means… if she doesn't run out of time.
“Is the water real?” I asked.
Hannah stopped beside me. “Touch it and find out.”
“Not sure if I want to know.”
She waved to two white beach chairs that faced the ocean. “Thought we’d have our session in a more comfortable place today.”
I stretched out on one of the chairs and shook the sand from my feet. Hannah took the other, laying her head back with her elbows rested on the arms of the chair. “You go first,” she said.
Some part of me felt sadness at the shift in her voice. Time for business. “You borrowed my powers.”
She groaned and closed her eyes. “Not for long since it was more than I could handle.”
“I wish everyone would quit saying how powerful I am. It’s getting old.” As soon as the words were out, I put a hand over my mouth.
Hannah opened her eyes and turned to me. “You’re more powerful than I realized.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“You apologizing is what’s getting old. Say what you mean and stick with it.”
Instead of meeting her eyes, I stared at the water. “Do you think Bishop was right? Will they lock me away?”
“Why do you fear being locked away? Do the white walls of the isolation floor haunt your dreams?”
“Maybe it’s the outfits. I’ve told Sylvia the doctors could do a better job at finding appropriate clothes for the patients.”
“Patients?” I asked. “You mean prisoners.”
She gave a small shrug. “I like to believe all people can be reformed. Might be false hope on my part.”
“It’s the thought of being locked away from everyone.”