Jenn’s love of writing started the year
she received her first diary and Nancy Drew novel. Throughout her teenage
years, she kept a diary of her personal thoughts and feelings but graduated
from Nancy Drew to other mystery suspense novels.
Jenn often adds a thriller and suspense
element to anything she writes be it Romance, Science Fiction, or Fantasy. When
not writing, she spends her time reading, observing pop culture, playing with
her two dogs, and working on various charitable projects in her home state of
New Jersey.
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Lucky's Break
After almost losing her Uncle Phen during
the investigation of her mother’s murder, Felicia “Lucky” Fascino cut all ties
and ran away, hoping her family would move on and forget the promises they
made. Putting the past behind her has never been easy, but Lucky knows the job is
slowly destroying her already fractured psyche. Staying away, especially now
that her family is in danger, is the only way to keep everyone safe.
Kenji Zinn, determined to locate his
ex-lover, tracks Lucky to a small island with her family’s help, and finds her
in a miserable and self-destructive condition. His connection to her is
strained after months apart but his feelings haven’t change, and he attempts to
persuade her to come home, to protect her family and keep her promise. Despite
her obvious mental fatigue, only Phen is able to convince her that the way to
get closure is finding an elusive man named Quimby and take him out
permanently.
Once home, Lucky breaks it off with
Kenji, and agrees to go back to work if Phen promises to let her go when it’s
done. While her family continues to track their target, Lucky returns to work
for the network—struggling through each job, aware that pushing her family away
won’t bring anyone the peace they deserve. As she begins to repair her
shattered relationships, her true feelings for Kenji are tested when she almost
loses him completely. Before it’s too late, Lucky realizes he’s her best ally
to help her finish what she started and find Quimby before he strikes again.
Excerpt
Kenji is at ‘the compound’
recovering…
Kenji jerked up, waking the instant the doors
shut. Looking over, he saw her walk in. His heart thumped. His stomach churned,
causing the wound to throb. It felt like he was dying a slow, poisonous death.
Wearing a sports bra and tight spandex shorts,
Felicia moved to the mat and stretched. The thick, curly locks pulled back to
reveal her stunning face and bright golden, catlike eyes. She appeared
healthier, vibrant again. Filled out, with the curves he loved to trace.
Kenji shuddered,
attempting to ignore his natural response to her as he stood up. Noticing
immediately, she spun around and gawked at him.
“Didn’t know anyone
was here.” She turned, picked up her towel, and went for the door.
“Felicia,” he said and
crossed the room, forcing his body to move faster than it liked. He winced near
the treadmill, paused, and grabbed the rail. She lurched forward.
“Easy,” she chided and
bit her lip.
“I am fine,” he said.
“I will be leaving shortly.”
“Okay,” she said while
hanging her head. “As long as you’re well enough.”
“Irrelevant. I have
stayed too long.
“Don’t let me being
here stop you from getting better. You won’t see me again.” Her tone turned
tight, sharp.
He bridged the
distance slowly, nearing the weight bench. “Until you sneak into my room
again.” Felicia whipped around, storming toward the exit. “How long will you
ignore what you feel for me?”
“What?” She seemed
genuinely shocked by his question but didn’t miss a beat with her retort: “I
don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Why did you come to
my room?” He followed her to the exit.
“To say good-bye,” she
said.
“Every word you speak
is a lie. You do not want me to leave anymore than I want to go.”
“Keep telling yourself
that, maybe you’ll believe it one day“Is it so hard to admit you care?” She paused
at the door and stared at him, emotionless. “No, you are too stubborn. You will realize you want me, and
it will be too late. I hope you are willing to live with your choice.”
“I am,” she said.
“Go. All you do is run
away.” He wave at hand to the door and shook his head
“Fuck you."
“Do you fear what I make you feel that much?”
“Listen, I just wanted to tell you my side,
okay? That’s all. I know what I did was wrong. I tried to make that perfectly
clear. It was despicable and hurtful. The drinking wasn’t an excuse; it’s just
an explanation. I wasn’t myself. I don’t expect you to accept my apology. I
just wanted you to have it because it’s the right thing to do. Gives us both a
clean break.”
Kenji wasn’t getting
through; Felicia ignored everything he said. He didn’t care about that anymore.
He wanted her to admit the truth. Confess what he saw in her eyes. Want him to
stay. “You think a few words etched on a sheet of paper are a proper apology?
Why not tell me to my face?”
Her pitch rose. “You
didn’t want me to know you were here. Why would I think you’d want to see me?”
“You were on
assignment. I know you did not need another disruption.” He looked knowingly into her
eyes; she glanced away. “I said I would never trouble you again, and I have
stayed true to my word. You approached me.”
“You barged in on my
family!”
“They offered help if
I ever needed it. I left you alone,” he said, the anger seething like an
overcooked broth, rising to the rim. “If not for you, this injury would not be
here!"
“Oh, so it’s my fault
you did a shitty job?” She placed both hands on her hips in defiance. His blood
boiled, but he didn’t dare move closer. Then she laughed. Kenji almost snapped.
“It’s all over your face; you fucked up all on your own, fella.”
“You know that is a
lie. Have you been flawless these last few months?”
“I’m fine,” she said,
slapping her thighs.
“You have wanted to
tell me how sorry you are, for this long, and I am supposed to believe
you are fine? The shame must have been torture for you; a confession only helps
so much."
“It was an explanation.”
“How long have you wallowed in your
suffering?” When she glared at him, he smirked. He had ammunition to use as
well. “I know you, Felicia.”
“You used to.” She
crossed her arms over her chest.
“I see through your
armor, remember?”
Felicia tilted her
chin higher, eyes narrowing. “I’m bulletproof now.”
“I waste my words on
you,” he said and approached. The slight trembles in her body told him the
truth. Yet she stood there, resistant as ever. He looked down at her before
passing. “Sayōnara, Felicia.”
Thank you for having me!
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