Secret Spy Diaries #Wattys2016

Secret Spy Diaries #Wattys2016

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"Our boss disappeared. Normally people celebrate moments like these,," said Amy. "I guess we aren't normal.." said Vanessa. Meet Vanessa. Meet Amy. If you talk to anyone who claims to 'know them', they will probably tell you that these girls work at a bookstore and a boutique respectively. But only a few people know their true identity - as spies. So when one of these people who know their little secret, disappears, both of them have to be hot on their heels. Thing turn personal when they run into people from their pasts. The lands are foreign, The stakes are high. Will they be able to do it??
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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