In the Double Agent's Service
a fantasy novel by Annie Douglass Lima
Book
Description:
Erik would give his life to protect King Jaymin. However, when an old enemy shows up with new schemes, that may not be enough.
Anya longs
to be noticed by the king’s handsome bodyguard. But as she finally gains Erik’s
attention, the notorious spy and double agent Dannel blackmails her into
fulfilling a favor she has owed him for years. Anya is forced into a terrible
choice: save Erik’s life, or protect her homeland.
Can Erik
and Anya thwart an assassin and prevent a war before Dannel destroys everything
that matters to them and to the kingdom?
In the Double Agent's Service is
the final book in the Annals of Alasia. Here's a
glimpse of the rest of the series!
An orphaned prince and his young
bodyguard must disguise themselves and go into hiding after the kingdom of
Alasia is overrun by invaders. Can Prince Jaymin save his kingdom - and
himself?
Enslaved by invaders, Anya spies on
the enemy to help her captive people – but when her own father is implicated in
the betrayal that led to the Invasion, can she save him?
Can Prince Korram
recruit an army from among the elusive Mountain Folk and claim his rightful
throne before power-hungry Regent Rampus crushes them all?
The lone survivor of a brutal attack,
can teen warrior Tarvic reclaim his honor and find a way to fight for his
crippled kingdom under enemy occupation?
Pursued by
assassins, can Princess Kalendria help her brother reclaim his throne and
prevent a war - and catch the handsome neighboring king’s attention while she’s
at it?
An orphaned
prince. A devious double agent. A well-meaning merchant who may have just
doomed his kingdom. Meet the citizens of Alasia and Malorn and prepare to be
drawn into a tangled web of war and intrigue.
With the first
six books ALL free or discounted, this is the perfect time to grab the whole
series! Click
here to see the Annals of Alasia series on
Amazon.
Meanwhile,
here is the first scene from In the Double Agent's Service!
Pain.
Cold.
The smell of dry dirt.
A hard, gritty surface beneath his cheek.
Erik mentally catalogued the sensations in order
of their intensity. He opened his eyes, blinked, and added another to the list.
Darkness.
Where am I? He
struggled to sit up, and his pulse spiked at the realization that he couldn’t
use his hands or feet. His ankles were bound together, and his wrists were tied
behind his back.
What’s going on? Erik
forced himself to a sitting position, noting the dirt floor beneath him, a
rough wall at his back. Brushing his fingers over what he could reach of it, he
discovered that the wall seemed to be made of the same hard-packed earth as the
floor.
Am I underground? Though
not completely smooth, the surfaces were too flat to be natural. Not a cave,
then, but perhaps a cellar of some sort.
Or a cell.
He held his breath, straining his ears for any
sound in the darkness. “Hello?” he whispered.
There was no response.
“Hello?” he said, a little louder. The acoustics
hinted that he was in a small room. His head, already sore, throbbed anew at
the sound of his own voice.
Erik leaned against the wall behind him, trying
to keep calm. What happened? And where’s Jaymin?
Jaymin. Erik’s
pulse started racing again. Had something happened to Jaymin?
Calm down, he
ordered himself. He couldn’t afford to give in to panic. Instead, he would
investigate his surroundings. Perhaps Jaymin was lying unconscious nearby.
Erik struggled to his feet and promptly smacked
his head on a low ceiling. Dropping to his knees with a grunt of pain, he drew
in a deep breath while a wave of dizziness rolled over him. When it passed, he
shifted to a sitting position, bound legs in front of him. Moving slowly
because every movement set his head throbbing, he began to crawl crab-like on
his backside, feet, and hands. Keeping one shoulder against the wall, he
scooted forward.
It didn’t take long to discover he was in a
circular room, the walls curving back around toward where he had started. After
eight steps, if he could call them that, his toes bumped something hard.
Feeling with his feet, he discovered a stair in front of him, perhaps eight
inches high. Shifting his weight, he leaned forward and took a little crouching
jump into it. Another stair lay above it, and another. When he jumped onto the
third stair, he winced as his injured head bumped the ceiling again.
Craning his neck and brushing an uninjured part
of his forehead lightly back and forth against it, Erik discovered that the
ceiling was made of wooden boards. Ducking lower with every hop so as not to
bump it again, he made his way up the rest of the stairs until they ended at
the wall. Twisting around, he hunched over awkwardly and ran his elbow back and
forth across the low ceiling. As he had expected, a rectangular trapdoor lay
just above him. He could feel the seams where its edges didn’t quite meet the
surrounding boards. The hinges must be on the other side, but he thought he
could detect a keyhole at one end. Nothing happened when he pushed up against
the door with one shoulder, not that he had expected it to open for him.
Descending the steps again, Erik felt his way
around the rest of the room. Eleven shuffling steps took him all the way around
its circumference and back to the stairs. Criss-crossing the middle several
times, he discovered it was completely empty.
If Jaymin wasn’t in here, where was he? Erik sat
down and leaned against the wall, his head pounding from the exertion. Bending
to brush it gently against his raised knees, he could feel a lump on his right
temple. In addition, his upper lip was swollen and tasted like blood. It felt
as though he had some bruises on his arms and torso, as well.
Erik closed his eyes — not that it made any
difference in the complete darkness that surrounded him — and strained to recall
what had happened. Had he and Jaymin been on a trip? He thought he remembered
something about embarking on a journey. Where were they going? Was there an
ambush? What happened to the palace guards who always accompanied the royal
carriage?
Surely Jaymin couldn’t be dead. No one would kill
the king but take his bodyguard captive. Would they?
And why would anyone take a bodyguard captive in
the first place?
About the
Author
Annie
Douglass Lima considers herself fortunate to have traveled in twenty different
countries and lived in four of them. A fifth-grade teacher in her “other” life,
she loves reading to her students and sparking their imaginations. Her books
include science fiction, fantasy, YA action and adventure novels, a puppet script, anthologies of her students’
poetry, Bible verse coloring and activity books, and
a fantasy-themed cookbook. When she
isn’t teaching or writing, Annie can often be found sipping spiced chai or
pomegranate green tea in exotic locations, some of which exist in this world.
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