Witches Protection Program by Michael Okon Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Wes Rockville, a disgraced law-enforcement agent, gets one last chance to prove himself and save his career when he’s reassigned to a 232-year-old secret government organization. The Witches Protection Program. His first assignment: uncover a billion-dollar cosmetics company’s diabolical plan to use witchcraft for global domination, while protecting its heiress Morgan Pendragon from her aunt’s evil deeds. Reluctantly paired with veteran witch protector, Alastair Verne, Wes must learn to believe in witches…and believe in himself. Filled with adventure and suspense, Michael Okon creates a rousing, tongue-in-cheek alternate reality where witches cast spells and wreak havoc in modern-day New York City. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo
Michael Okon is an award-winning and best-selling author of multiple genres including paranormal, thriller, horror, action/adventure and self-help. He graduated from Long Island University with a degree in English, and then later received his MBA in business and finance. Coming from a family of writers, he has storytelling in his DNA. Michael has been writing from as far back as he can remember, his inspiration being his love for films and their impact on his life. From the time he saw The Goonies, he was hooked on the idea of entertaining people through unforgettable characters. Michael is a lifelong movie buff, a music playlist aficionado, and a sucker for self-help books. He lives on the North Shore of Long Island with his wife and children. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads
“Follow me, kid.” She led him down a gray hallway with mulberry-colored carpet, more plush
than anything he’d ever seen in a governmental office. The place had to be a city block wide,
with corridors branching off to other conduits. Here and there, a doorway opened. Wes saw that
many were filled with groups of people sitting at polished conference tables. Some rooms were
dark, with shades drawn, the light of a presentation on screens peeking through the slats of the
blinds. Staff walked through the hallways, nodding to each other. Some were in pairs. All had a
badge hanging on a chain or attached to a pocket. He squinted, but he couldn’t make out the
impression on the shield. Forget about attempting to read it. He shrugged; while it looked
official, it was unfamiliar. For a person who grew up with an entire family in law enforcement, he
found it odd that he’d never seen it before.
“What is this place?” he asked.
“This is where the magic happens,” she told him cryptically.
She opened the door, whispering, “Prepare to be amazed.” Then, with a giant pop of her gum,
she disappeared.
“Where…” Wes turned, looking for the woman, but couldn’t see her anywhere. “Where is…”
“Oh, she’s gone. Come in already,” a male voice ordered impatiently.
Wes spun to the speaker, his eyes settling on a small man seated at a glass desk. He was in a
neat gray suit but wore a black turtleneck, which made him look like some odd, eccentric
leftover from the beatnik generation. He was older than Wes’s father, Wes guessed somewhere
north of sixty, with the thickening middle of a sedentary life, a tanned complexion, and silver
hair. His chubby face sported a neatly trimmed goatee. Wes wondered where his beret might
be. The man studied Wes with interested black eyes that glowed with merriment.
“What kind of department is this?”
“Mr. Wesley Paul Rockville. Son of Harris and Melinda, brother to Lauren and Andrew. Tough
act to follow. Runt of the litter?”
Wes bristled, wondering where this pint-size dude got off calling him a runt. At six foot three, he
was hardly considered small. “I fail to see what this has got to do with my reassignment,” he
said icily.
The older man ignored him. “The young gun who had his free will sucked right out of him.”
“No one took my free will!” Wes shouted, his face hot.
“I think Miss Genevieve Fox did a pretty nice number on you.”
“What are you talking about?”
Alastair cocked his head, a smile playing on his lips.
“I don’t think this is funny, um…Alastair. I’m getting out of here.” Wes had had enough. He was
pissed and hungry.
“Sit down, Agent Rockville. It’s time you learned about your new assignment.”
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