The Accidental Assassin From the series: The Assassins #1
by Nichole Chase
(Website, Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads)Publication Date: December 4th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Suspense, Young Adult
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Ava McKenzie is a creature of habit. Life is passing her by and she has nothing to show for it. She’s had the same job since she started college, she orders the same dish every time she goes to her favorite restaurant, and only reads books from authors she knows. There is nothing new or surprising in her life… until her best friend marries a man from London. When her newlywed friend asks her to house-sit while she honeymoons, Ava jumps at the chance. She thinks this could be the very thing she needs to shake up her life. Ava throws herself head first into her new lifestyle; she wants to try everything, go everywhere, and never get stuck in a rut again. Of course, offing a man in a car garage hadn’t been one of the things on her list to try.
Owen Walker spends every day in a new place with a new case. As one of the most renowned assassins in the world, he has his choice of marks—and he’s never failed in a mission. When a new hit takes him back to his hometown, he looks forward to spending time somewhere familiar. What he isn’t expecting is to help an attractive, confused American woman find out how she’s ended up on a hit man’s list.
As Ava and Owen dodge bullets, will they be able to escape their undeniable attraction to each other? Or will all of that chemistry blow up in a shower of hot and dangerous sparks?
I sat down on a large stuffed chair and ran my fingers over the arms. “They got married in the States and barely stopped in London before going on their honeymoon. They’re going to be gone for a month, so Tess asked me to house sit—take care of their plants. I think she just wanted to give me an escape. She felt bad for leaving me.”
“Escape from what?” Owen set the laptop down and flipped through his folders.
“Life.” I shrugged uncomfortably when he looked up at me. “I’m twenty-three and was living like a cat woman. Minus the cat.”
“Cat woman?” He smirked.
“I never did anything interesting or spontaneous. I wasn’t even using my art degree because I was comfortable in the boring job I had been doing for the last three years. I was just…existing.” I tucked my feet up under me and picked at the jeans. The knees were wearing thin, like they had been someone’s favorite pair. “I thought London would give me the chance to break out of my routine.”
“Well, I think it’s fair to say you accomplished that.” He smiled before looking down at his computer.
“More like blew it to smithereens.” I propped my chin on my knee and watched him as he typed. “What are you doing?”
“Checking email, trying to see if there are any rumors online. Hints as to what’s going on.” His voice drifted as he searched. “I knew there was something wrong with this hit from the beginning.”
“So is there an assassin chat room? Online support group? A top secret forum?” I leaned forward to try and peek at the computer screen.
“Something like that.” His eyebrows drew together and he frowned. A familiar blue light lit his features and I gasped.
“Oh my God. Are you on Facebook?” I laughed when he turned the computer away from my prying eyes.
“No. I am not on Facebook. What kind of self-respecting assassin would have a Facebook group?”
“Let me see your profile picture.” I reached for the computer and he moved it further away. “Don’t tell me. You’re holding a gun, Bond style.”
“Bond wishes he was as cool as I am.” Laughter lit his eyes as he looked up at me.