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BLOG TOUR: Agent Zero by Janet Walden-West

Hello, all! I am super excited to introduce you to AGENT ZERO, the first installment of Janet Walden-West's debut paranormal series, Region Two. It just released yesterday and I can't wait to get my hands on it. Check out the blurb below as well as an exclusive excerpt. There's even a little giveaway to sweeten the deal, but you've gotta read to the end ;)

Agent Zero by Janet Walden-West

He owns the spotlight, she lives in the shadows.

VEE:My only purpose? Keep lethal cryptids in check, and our Company existence secret.

Sometimes a girl needs a night of karaoke and tequila though. Instead, after a vicious new cryptid species crashes the party, I end up saving and carting home a way arrogant, way hot chef. With Bruce Kantor now a temporary roommate it seems like the perfect time to indulge my forbidden civilian fascination—especially the friends-with-benefits part. But the feelings he ignites threaten my oath and mission.

BRUCE:Damn right I’m the bad boy of the culinary world.

I live for the limelight, and the legions of #BruceTheBastard fans love my temper as much as my food. After stomping out of one high-profile gig, all I’m looking for are directions to my next. What I get is a giant Komodo Dragon-wannabe, and Vee Ramirez, the most infuriatingly irresistible woman to ever hit my radar.

Even if we survive the relentless monster on my trail, our future is toast unless I can convince Vee there’s more to life than the Company.

Welcome to Region Two.

Print Length: 282 pages

Publication date: June 1, 2021


ISBN: 1737219018

Language: English

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Chapter 1 Bruce

His laugh bounced back to him from the shop fronts. “I’ll keep that in mind, Miss Sass-Mouth. What are you and Sass-Mouth Junior up to?”

“A time out. I only told the baby sitter that her frappe was full of chemicals and growth hormones and she probably wouldn’t make cheer squad if she kept drinking it.”

“You were right.”

“I know. Here, tell mom, okay? Loveyoubyeee.”

The last sentence ran together. A five-year-old had just played him.

“Love you more,” he raised his voice over the static of the phone getting passed off to its rightful owner.

“She’s going to rule the world.” He tried for stern as his sister took the phone but the amusement leaked into his voice.

“Assuming she can stay out of timeouts long enough,” came Marissa’s tart reply.

“Your niece is also leading her younger sister down the same path. They were literally tag-teaming the sitter. What four-year-old asks if the coffee is free-trade?”

“The kid was right. No teenager, hell, no sentient anything, should drink that fructose-laden, factory dairy shit. Mandy was educating this unqualified nanny on responsible consumption. Give the kid a letter of pardon so she can get on with planning her eventual run for president.”

“Does going on to tell this poor teen that her frappe was also definitely the reason she had acne and didn’t make homecoming court educational? She sounded exactly like you.”

Since he didn’t see any damn problem with that, he changed topics. “Did they like the care package?”

“We need to discuss why you think a snowboard is appropriate for a child.”

“She asked for one.”

“She already has a set of skies for this winter.”

“Skiing is boring. Snowboarding isn’t.”

“Is that really Chloe Kim’s signature on the board?”


“How in the world did you manage that from Oregon?”

Shit. “It was from Vail, where she has the training camp. She came in with her

coaches for my tasting menu.” Aaand, in three, two, one—

“Vail? You were in Portland.”

“Yeah, well.”

He gritted his teeth at her disappointed sigh, and stayed quiet, juggling the phone to pull off his glasses and clean them on his shirt in an effort to get rid of the smudgy halo around everything. Probably a gift of stale cigarette smoke from the bar, fucking the lenses up.

His sister caved first. “Fine. Mandy found something for you. Send me your Vail address.”

“Give me a week or so, and I will as soon as I have a new address.”

There was a beat of silence and then, “You were fired again? You can’t have been there four months yet.”

Two months in Vail, one here, and sure as hell no need to give his sister that ammunition. “Chefs move from position to position. I was there to revamp a failing menu, I did, and I left.”

He couldn’t get her, or his brother and parents, to understand that he was rarely fired since he was the one doing the firing or quitting. “I go where I can be creative.”


Janet Walden-West lives in the Southeast with a pack of show dogs, a couple of kids, and a husband who didn’t read the fine print. A member of the East Tennessee Creative Writers Alliance, she is also a founding member of The Million Words craft blog. She pens inclusive Contemporary Romance and Urban Fantasy. As a two-time Pitch Wars alum turned Pitch Wars 2019 Mentor, Sherrilyn Kenyon scholarship recipient, and Golden Heart® finalist, she believes in paying it forward by supporting burgeoning Southern writers.

She is represented by Eva Scalzo of Speilburg Literary Agency.

Find more about her at or on social media.

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