Product Description

Some men tip their bartenders heavily. Some men count on the benevolence of a personal secretary or mechanic. Aaron Trimmer is ever on the lookout for a good gadget maker. In his line of work, an exploding button or a razor hidden in his Cross® pen are the difference between life and death. Zeki al-Filastini is very good at his job, no matter where he's from. That's the only reason that Aaron has begun seeking him out when he's at headquarters. Looks and personality have nothing to do with it.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #1750051 in Books
• Published on: 2006-06-01
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 116 pages

Customer Reviews

Zeki and Aaron (The Agency 1) by J.J. Massa
All right, the first enstalment on the Agency series has many points in common with another novel by J.J. Massa, Knights and Cookies.

Zeki is iraqi where Vanko was ukrainan, but Zeki is a lot more experienced than Vanko. But still they are both scientist. And Zeki has to suffer some nasty episodes of racial hate like Vanko. Apart this aspect, the novel is smooth and enjoyable.

Aaron is a lone wolf, an agent who prefers to work alone. And he is quite unsatisfied by the gadgets that the Agency's lab gives him, until arrives Zeki, an iraqi scientist who happens to be also a very young and attractive man.

After the initial friendship Aaron remains ever more committed to this young man, and can easily declares his love, but they have to unveiled an internal betrayal before openly lives their love.

Zeki and Aaron are more simple and less trouble characters than Marek and Tyrone, the main characters of another novel in the Agency series, and so the story has a more quiet narrative rhythm, but is still quite interesting.

Cover Blurb and Exerpt (from the author)
Back Cover:

Some men tip their bartenders heavily. Some men count on the benevolence of a personal secretary or mechanic. Aaron Trimmer is ever on the lookout for a good gadget maker. In his line of work, an exploding button or a razor hidden in his Cross® pen are the difference between life and death. Zeki al-Filastini is very good at his job, no matter where he's from. That's the only reason that Aaron has begun seeking him out when he's at headquarters. Looks and personality have nothing to do with it.

Short excerpt:
Aaron held the buttons in the palm of his hand as if they were combustible. They unfortunately were not.
"These are worthless," he gritted.
The disinterested man he was addressing looked up. "Did they hold your shirt together?" he asked blandly. Aaron nodded reluctantly. "All right then, I don't have time to listen to your complaints, Trimmer."
Aaron clenched his jaw. "Listen, Chum, when you provide equipment and say it works, I expect it to do what you've said.." Aaron couldn't figure this section head out. Although had never been easy to get along with, and certainly not a genius by anyone's standards, his promotion a year ago had inflated his ego and ruined the department. Aaron tried to pay attention again.
"Funny thing, Trimmer, but this stuff always works for everyone else. You're the only one that comes in here to bitch about how things don't measure up."
"I find that difficult to believe," Aaron clipped out. His English accent became more pronounced, the angrier he got.
"Well, go moan somewhere else. The Old Man's got me buried down here and I don't have time to fool with you." The man jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Go see the new guy." He sneered. "The rag-head. I'm sure he'll set you right up. Maybe give you something that will shut you up." He muttered something unflattering about The Old Man hiring an enemy right into the heart of The Agency and then turned back to his project, essentially writing Aaron off as unimportant.
Aaron didn't appreciate being dismissed, not at all. Still, he knew when to give up. He wouldn't get anything further out of Randall Philco without direct orders. He considered shooting the arse-hole, but decided that would be more trouble than satisfaction...just barely.
Back out in the hall, he noticed a new nameplate on the lab next door. Scanning the embossed letters, he read: Zeki al-Filastini, Ph.D. So this was Philco's rag-head.
Aaron glanced through the window and saw someone hunched intently over a microscope. All he could see was dark hair and denim jeans under a white lab coat.
Aaron pushed the door open. "Excuse me?" he said to garner the young man's attention.
The man looked up and Aaron found himself lost for a minute in a dark chocolate gaze, wholly fixed on him.
"Yes?" the scientist asked, a confused frown on his very sweet-looking face.
Not the most promising of starts, but Aaron pressed on. "I'm looking for Dr. al-Filastini."
"That is me."
Aaron's eyes widened. This pretty little guy didn't look old enough to have a Ph.D. Still, he was hardly going to argue the point. Aaron held out the buttons. "I have a complaint."
The young man eyed the buttons and looked Aaron up and down. "I don't sew buttons," he said finally, turning away.
Aaron snorted. "Good thing. These buttons are explosives," he paused.

The Agency: Zeki and Aaron
This book was well written. A wonderful story that immediately engaged the reader. I couldn't put it down.