Cover Reveal for The Spy Ring by Elizabeth Lynx
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vacation in Vegas. The careful, single mom decided to let loose and took a risk
for once, allowing a man to buy her a whiskey sour. Regretting it the moment
she woke up alone in a stranger’s bed the next day. Naked. It only got worse,
when she tried to sneak out and discovered something he left on the table. His
never failed to deliver when he was working undercover as a spy for the
government. Women found him sexy and mysterious, which the loner preferred. He
was happy to take risks bringing down notorious criminals but never with his
heart. Until one night in Vegas, after a lot of drinks and a beautiful woman
too sweet to resist, suddenly risking his heart to say ‘I do’ didn’t seem like
a bad idea.
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lit up next to me on the couch and I grabbed it, answering in a rush.
what’s wrong?” My heart raced so fast I thought it might explode out of my
this Tiffany?” a man’s voice I didn’t recognize responded.
Jagger here who needs to speak to you. Hold one second.”
which had settled down the moment I realized David wasn’t on the phone, began
to pick up the pace again. Why would Jagger be calling me? He made it clear he
wanted nothing to do with us on Saturday.
to keep that information from David until the next day. I wanted him to enjoy
his birthday. He was hurt but loved the Ninja Boy comics Jagger bought him for
his birthday gift.
I cried a bit. Like a dork, I put the candy bracelet he got me under my pillow.
It kept making weird crunching noises when I moved so I ended up cradling it
next to my chest. Succumbing to the sugary smell, I chewed half of it. I fell
asleep with bits of candy stuck to my lips and chin. When I woke in the
morning, I realized it was too tempting having the thing in my bed.
on my dresser like a broken dream.
loud scraping noises and a boom before I heard Jagger’s voice.
Benson. I got it.” There was a pause before he started to speak again, “It’s
not Benson, then what’s your name? Leo? I’ve been calling you Benson the whole
started to laugh. I wondered if he realized I was still on the phone.
Oh, sweet Tiffany. It’s so good to hear your voice.”
hear from you. Is there something you needed?”
need to tell you something. But not here. This place is too grimy,” Jagger said
and I heard some yelling in the background. “Sorry, Benson. Right, I mean Leo.”
and forth had to stop. It was hard to say goodbye to him. I admit the warmth in
my body upon hearing his voice made me a little eager but was this just another
goodbye? Did he need to have me sign another document only to walk away again?
over,” Jagger said.
really not necessary. Can’t you—”
went into the bathroom, inspecting my appearance. Running my fingers through my
hair, I wondered if I should put it up. Maybe a little makeup or a skirt?
hands on the gray marble countertop, I sighed. What was I doing? Jagger’s job
was everything to him. It was selfish to expect him to risk so much for me.
was quick,” I mumbled to myself.
last once-over before leaving the bathroom and headed to the front door.
Pressing the call button, I said, “Hello?”
Tiffany.” I heard Jagger with clarity and trepidation.
inside the building, I waited. My hands fumbled with my fingers. My hair chose
that moment to settle stray strands onto my cheek, then my nose, and every
second I was pushing away another ticklish wisp.
do something so I went to my cabinet of delight in the kitchen and grabbed a
lollipop. It was cherry and I could barely taste it thanks to my nerves.
there came a knock on my door.
deep breath and a hard suck, I made my way to the door and opened it. Jagger
stood there, with his hands bracing the doorframe and his head hanging forward.
When he lifted it, I noticed the normally disheveled brown hair was in even
red T-shirt had stains on it. There was a laziness to his eyes and when he let
go of the doorframe, he stumbled forward, into me.
sorry,” Jagger said as he clumsily worked himself out of our embrace.
I smelled him.
drunk?” I asked.
straight, but swayed. He brought his finger and thumb together in front of us
to pinch the air. “A lot. I’m a whole lotta drunk.”
Now I have to deal with a drunk man in my home.
Elizabeth Lynx writes romantic comedy with steam. She’s a recovering comedian. Wife and mother of the male species. Believer in love & laughter. Her life consists of preventing small catastrophes and wondering if a day will exist when she doesn’t have to fold laundry.