About The Agency: Marek & Tyrone and Vanya & Lance
Written by J.J. Massa
152 pages / 525000 words
ISBN: 1-934166-71-5, 978-1-934166-71-0
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Held together and directed by the strength of one person, known only as The Old Man, The Agency acts as the world’s anti-terrorist organization. Regardless of race, creed, or sociopolitical backgrounds, talented young people are gathered, trained, and their skills put to good use, making the world a safer place. Every agent has a tale to tell, every Agency employee comes with a story.
This double novella features Tyrone and Marek. Tyrone is a cook, Marek a crack agent also known as "the Shadow", whose love may surprise everyone. The second story pairs Agency operative Lancelot and biochemist Vanya, who team up to stop a major terrorist operation. See what stories The Old Man finds most entertaining. Join The Agency today!
Review
James Hogue, author of Vinculum, writes: “The Agency” is a compilation of two stories involving a multinational counter terrorism agency. The first story revolves around Tyrone and Marek. Tyrone is a cook (though I doubt a person who makes quail stuffed ravioli in a parmesan cream sauce could be called anything less than a chef) in the Agency cafeteria and Marek is a top Agency operative referred to as “the Shadow”. What develops is a charming love story with a surprise ending.
The second story is about Lancelot and Vanya. Lancelot is another operative in the Agency who is partnered with Vanya, a naïve but brilliant Agency biochemist, in order to stop an evil scientist who is working for a major terrorist organization. The love story that arises between the two is both captivating and endearing.
J.J. Massa has given us two well-written suspenseful romances that are reminiscent of the 1960’s television series “The Man from U.N.C.L.E.” (one of my favorites by the way). The characters, both major and minor, are so fully developed that you have a sense that you truly know them. The heroes are both strong and vulnerable at the same time, and the sex is hot and romantic. I look forward to more stories about the “The Agency”.
Sample
The very idea of touching and being touched by the stranger in the picture terrified him, even sickened him. Conversely, leaning against Lancelot Morgan’s broad chest and having the agent’s muscular arm around him–that felt better than anything ever had in his entire life. He felt safe and he was reluctant to give that up.
“I do not know how,” he confessed in a whisper, face pressed to the starched white shirt of the older man.
“You don’t… What? You’re afraid that….” Vanya felt Lancelot take a deep breath. “Okay,” the larger man shifted around and tilted Vanya’s face up with one hand. “How about this?” he began, “You’ve kissed someone before haven’t you?”
“Ni, no, no kiss, no um, how you say, mitsno obiymaty, is embrace with arms, is hug. No,” he repeated becoming upset again. “My inadequacies will cause death, injury! I cannot do this! I cannot!”
He struggled to move from Lancelot’s tight embrace but the larger man held him fast. “Hush! Be still,” Lancelot admonished, both arms going around him now. “We are partners on this case, Vanya. We’ll figure this out together.” Vanya struggled halfheartedly one last time. “Together, Vanya,” Lancelot repeated, giving him a hard squeeze.
“I am having hug now, yes?” Vanya wheezed, causing Lancelot to laugh and loosen his hold slightly.
“Yes, little professor, and if you put your arms around me, we’ll both be having a hug,” Vanya could hear the smile in Lancelot’s voice.
Slowly, shyly, Vanya eased first one arm and then the other around Lancelot’s ribs until his hands clutched at the smooth muscles of the other man’s back. They sat silently for a minute and Vanya reveled in the warm closeness of his first hug.
When he felt Lancelot shift slightly, he drew back and looked up at him. “You will show me how, yes?” he asked, so grateful for the other man’s presence. “You will teach me?”
Lancelot looked down into the pleading eyes of the little chemist and was lost. Vanya didn’t need perfect English to make himself clear. Lance understood that the man in his arms had never made love with anybody, ever, and he wanted Lancelot to teach him how to seduce someone.
While Lancelot doubted that this innocent little man could ever purposely seduce anyone, Dr. Havalon would expect Vanya to be experienced with men. If not, their hand would be tipped. Besides, he reasoned, it wasn’t right that the young man’s first sexual experience be a job.
Sliding one hand up to cup the back of Vanya’s tilted head, Lancelot sunk his fingers into the gilded silk of his hair and lowered his lips to caress the pounding pulse at his temple.
“I’ll teach you,” he agreed, moving to kiss first the left eye, then the right, and ending with a kiss on his nose.
“I feel odd,” Vanya whispered. “My heart, it beats fast and I feel both cold and hot. My limbs shake. Perhaps I am ill?”
“No, Professor,” Lancelot murmured warmly, brushing his lips across a smooth cheek. “You aren’t ill, you’re excited. And maybe you’re attracted to me just a little?”
Vanya tilted his head and Lancelot fought a smile as the studious young man analyzed that statement.
“I have long admired your looks. You are tall and muscular. Strong with dark hair and dark eyes. If only I were more….”
Lancelot cut him off by dropping a light kiss on Vanya’s startled mouth. “Not one more word,” he growled. “You are a very attractive man, Vanya. I thought so this morning and I think so now.”
Saying the words and looking into Vanya’s innocent and open face, Lancelot knew he was telling the truth. The minute he’d seen that mischievous twinkle in those intelligent and slightly exotic eyes, his blood had pooled and heated in his groin. It had surged again when he’d seen that disheveled, sun kissed mop in The Old Man’s office.
For Lancelot, teaching Dr. Vanya Ambrozak about the pleasures of the flesh would not be a hardship--not at all.