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 thought 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 grew up in south Alabama, where she’s happy to still reside. She’s an engineer by day and a writer by night—too bad she could never do one without the other.
Camping, fishing… she loves the outdoors and the warm Alabama weather. For years she thought up stories to write and finally started putting them on paperback in 2006. If you hear her talking with no one to answer, don’t think she’s crazy. Since talking through her stories works best, a library is her worst place to write… even though it’s her favorite!
C.C. loves to mix sci-fi and paranormal—throw in a little romance and adventure and you’ve got her kind of story. She’s written a dozen books including the Leftover Girl series, The Agency series, and The Fear Chronicles.
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