I’ve been invited by the lovely Christy Newton, author and friend, to participate in this Meet My Character Blog Tour. I want to thank Jane Hunt for providing the platform for this post as well as Christy Newton’s character blog for Remy Rosetto from A Guide to Love. Please check on the links provided to learn more about Remy and Christy’s awesome book.
Now, it’s my turn to introduce you to FBI Special Agent Jason Spark, the hero in my recently released novel, On His Watch.
Jason was injured in the line of duty, and after he left the hospital, he chose to go back home to recuperate. While he was there, his older brother, the sheriff of Larosa, got hitched. The man who was supposed to fill in for him couldn’t, so, bored and wanting to help his brother out, Jason agreed to step in for the honeymoon. That decision may have saved lives, but it cost him many sleepless nights.
At 6’3”, well-toned and almost back to his old self. Jason has collar-length, sandy blond hair and the most beautiful blue-gray eyes. His nose is a bit large, but suits his face perfectly and he has dimples, rarely seen because of his serious nature. He has a few small scars here and there, thanks to his job, and always sports a five o’clock shadow by four. He’s rugged and good looking, not Hollywood handsome, but if he came looking for me, I wouldn’t run away.
Jason’s learned the hard way that he doesn’t always play well with others, especially those of the opposite sex. He’s been burned a time or two and plans to go solo for the rest of his life. He doesn’t always play by the book, and sometimes jumps to conclusions that comeback and bite him on the ass. He leads with his gut and unfortunately, it’s gotten him into hot water a time or two. His job with the FBI isn’t to analyse and solve crimes, but to serve and protect those in danger. This case is personal and he vows no one else is going to die on his watch.
What starts as a quiet evening alone watching football turns into the night from hell for FBI agent Jason Spark, who is covering sheriff duties for his honeymooning brother. He thought the 911 call was a butt dial but instead stepped into a bloodbath, complete with writing on the wall. It’s a scene straight out of a slasher movie—a dead physician, his son, and his wife so badly beaten, it’ll be a miracle if Nikki Hart survives.
When Nikki Hart awakes from a coma, she’s terrified. She doesn’t know her name, recognize her face, or remember anything about herself and her past. She clings to the memory of the angel who comforted her in her darkest moments, but no one in the world she wakes up in resembles the good guy.
Evidence in the case leads Jason to The Butcher, a hired assassin usually contracted by the Sicilian mob, a man who doesn’t quit until the job’s done. News of Nikki’s recovery puts her in the killer’s sights again. Jason will do whatever it takes to protect the woman he’s learning to love. But can he save her from a vicious killer intent on earning his million dollar fee and his employer bent on revenge?
And when the smoke clears, can Nikki ever forgive the secret role he played in her injuries?
Excerpt from On His Watch:
“Run, damn it, run!” Jason Spark shouted at the Oakland Raider receiver racing down the field. “Yes!” He jumped up as the football player slammed the ball into the turf after scoring a touchdown. “It’s about time.” With eleven minutes left in the second quarter, the game was tied.
He drained his can of beer just as a commercial came on the screen and headed into the kitchen to nuke a bag of popcorn. Commercials were great—just long enough to replenish the snacks and not miss any of the action.
He was on his way out of the kitchen when his cell phone rang. Damn! He checked this watch—9:15—who the hell would call when the game was tied? Why couldn’t they wait for halftime? He pulled the phone out of his pocket, checked the number, and sighed. Maybe he should let it go. He wasn’t on duty tonight. His brother, Rick, would be back in a couple of hours to resume his role as sheriff of Larosa. Yeah, but I did agree to cover for him, even if this isn’t my gig. He answered the call, before it could go to voicemail.
“Yeah, Molly, what’s up?”
“Sorry to bother you, Jason. Is Rick back yet?”
“Nope. I don’t expect him back until after midnight. The man’s on his way home from his honeymoon; let’s not take him away from his bride their first night back.” He chuckled. “What have you got?”
“I need someone to check out a nine-one-one call. No one’s talking, but according to the operator, someone’s getting tortured over there. She’s probably exaggerating, but the line’s still open. We’ve got an address.”
“Probably nothing but a butt dial while some kid’s watching a slasher movie.” Butt dials were a pain and happened far too often. In the five months he’d been in Larosa, he’d seen Rick deal with a dozen or more.
Jason sighed. “I’m assuming you called me because Buck was busy, not to ruin my night off?”
“Now, Jason, would I do that?” She laughed. “Buck’s over at the Purple Grape dealing with a bar fight. Pete’s still on vacation, and Lisa’s on dinner break. You know how cranky she gets if she doesn’t eat.”
He laughed good-naturedly. Lisa might be able to wrestle a grizzly in that mood, and he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of her tongue lashings if he interrupted her meal. He’d made that mistake once.
“You guys need to convince Rick to hire a part-time deputy. Okay. What’s the address? If I don’t get the phone turned off, it’ll tie up the line all night.”
“Sixty-five Vintner Drive. That’s at the far end of town near the lake. It’s Dr. Hart’s home, just a couple of blocks away from the new clinic.”
“I know where the clinic is. I’ve been there a few times. This shouldn’t take too long. Tell the operator someone’s on the way to check it out.”