The Assassin
Alpha One Assassins

Professional Reviews

4.5 CHERRIES: "Being kidnapped, held at gunpoint, betrayed by someone she trusted and forced to give her blood to some unknown cause leaves Neeka in a really bad situation. It'll take the baddest of the bad to get her out of this, and that's where Gage Nyght comes in. This story is a really good length for a short read. It would fit perfectly into your average anthology for mass market, but what holds it apart from other stories this length is that it reads like a full length novel. I could easily compare it to some of my favorite mass market authors. I was able to follow the story without wondering if I had missed a couple of pages. There were plenty of hints to the back story to keep me informed of important build up for current happenings and the characters read as if they were friends I had known forever. Ms. Snow did a wonderful job with this story. I couldn't put it down and when I finished it, I immediately started wondering about any characters I thought might come next. If you like action and suspense added into a really hot and sexy romance then this title is the one for you." -- Fuchsia, Whipped Cream Reviews

"The Assassin is a spicy high speed thriller. Neeka is a tough as nails woman determined to take on these crazy people and their psychotic plan. Gage is a sexy hero out to protect what is his, and that now includes Neeka. Jenika Snow has created an irresistible story! Gage is every woman’s dream hero. He can protect me anytime! Gage and Neeka have explosive chemistry and the underlying mystery surrounding the experiments is intriguing. I absolutely need to know what happened after the last page, what a cliffhanger. The Assassin is dripping with sexual magnetism while protecting the world from evil doers. It doesn’t get better than that." -- Miranda, Joyfully Reviewed

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

Neeka breathed out as she rolled over and turned off the television. She had hoped to get a nap in, but the sound of the shower running wasn’t allowing that. She rolled onto her side and stared at the half-closed door, letting her lids close and breathing deeply. Just as her body started to relax, she was jarred awake by a low, male groan. She opened her eyes, sitting up slowly, straining to hear. A minute ticked by, and she brushed it off as her imagination, but no sooner had she thought that then she heard the noise again. Her body instantly reacted, her nipples beading up, her clit tingling with arousal. She slowly stood and walked toward the bathroom, not trusting what she was hearing.

She stood next to the door and listened, hearing the sound of falling water and hard, fast breathing. Her eyes grew wide, and a fresh stream of her moisture slipped out of her pussy. Oh my. Is Gage doing what I think he’s doing? Another low moan came from the other side of the door and had adrenalin pumping through her veins. She pushed the door open enough so that she could slip inside, steam saturating the small room and slightly suffocating her. She stayed close to the door, watching Gage’s body through the frosted shower curtain. She could see the outline of his muscular form, could even see his hand pumping up and down on his impossibly large cock. She clenched her fingers. She'd never been this daring, but she was somehow unable to help herself when it came to him.

It was an erotic show, and she could tell the exact moment Gage was about to come. His whole body tensed, and he sucked in a lungful of air, slamming his palm on the wall in front of him and throwing his head back. She was hyperventilating, doing everything in her power not to touch herself as she vaguely saw the jets of his semen shoot out of him. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe as she watched him shut off the water and stand there breathing hard for a several seconds. She should have turned around and left, but she was rooted to the spot, her eyes staring at the shower curtain, willing it to open. As if her wish had come true, the curtain parted, and Gage stared at her without even looking surprised.

He was reaching for a towel, his arm staying midair as they held each other’s gaze. He slowly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist, pushing the curtain fully open, his eyes never leaving hers. She should have said something, anything, but her mouth was incredibly dry, and her throat felt like it was closing off.

“I’m sorry.” She felt like an idiot as soon as the words left her lips, but she didn’t know what else to say. She had just been caught red-handed being a voyeur. He grabbed another towel, drying his upper body and hair off, not responding to her statement. She felt her face heating and turned to leave, gripping the doorknob just as he spoke.

“Neeka.”

She turned around slowly, loving the way his voice caught as he spoke her name. He stepped out of the shower and moved toward her. She pressed herself against the door with enough force that it slammed shut. He didn’t stop advancing on her until he was a foot away from her, his hair disheveled around his head, water droplets falling down his golden skin, his erection still evident through the towel.

“How long were you standing there?”

She licked her suddenly dry lips, wondering if she should lie. “Not long.” Not lying, but vague. She inhaled, smelling the soap and shampoo he used, but it wasn’t strong enough to mask his natural, woodsy scent. He placed his hands on the door, one on either side of her head as he leaned forward. She looked into his light green eyes, the color such a contrast to his sun-kissed skin and dark hair. She let her eyes travel down his thickly corded neck, over his rippling, hairless chest, and stop at his navel. A trail of dark hair started below his belly button, leading down and disappearing beneath the towel. His erection strained against the fabric, pointing toward her and causing a fresh gush of moisture to seep out of her.

“Did you like what you saw, Neeka?”

His voice was deep and gravely, so sexually laced that her whole body heated with awareness. Against her better judgment she nodded, licking her lips again and noticing how his gaze dropped down to her mouth. In the next instant, he crushed his lips against hers, speared his hand through her hair, and pulled her toward him. Her body molded to his, and she was very aware of how soft hers was compared to the hardness of his. She tilted her head and opened her mouth, moaning when his tongue slid inside and tangled with hers. The bathroom was humid, the moisture in the air causing beads of sweat to dot her body as her arousal spiked.

He ground his shaft into her, his cock like steel, monstrous and ready to take her. She spread her legs wider, Gage using the opportunity to move closer and press his erection against her mound. He broke away from her mouth, breathing heavily as he kissed a trail down her throat.

“Oh, Neeka. What you do to me.”

She let her head fall back against the door and closed her eyes, loving the feel of his tongue dancing along her flesh. His other hand gripped her waist, clenching and unclenching as he slowly moved it up. She thrust her breasts out, needing him to touch her, aching for him to caress her throbbing nipples. He took the hint, cupping the heavy mound and running his thumb over the engorged tip. She should have been embarrassed at how the nubs stabbed through the material of her shirt, as if seeking Gage’s mouth, needing that hot cavern or they wouldn’t be satisfied.

His took his other hand and reached around, cupping her ass and lifting her slightly. She teetered on her toes, gasping as his cock nudged her clit. He slid his hand over the globes of her bottom, slipping between her cheeks, and running his fingers up and down the center of her body.

“I can feel how wet and hot you are for me, Neeka.” He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, and she shivered. “Tell me we need to stop. Tell me right now, and this will end.”

She had no intention of doing any such thing, not when her body was more alive than it ever had been. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see him staring at her, his expression fierce and serious.

“No, I want this just as much as you do.”