BOOK 1:
Credentials:• Second generation Former Navy SEAL
• DIRE’s top agent
Enhancements:
• Teleportation
• Invisibility
Raised in the art of warfare, Former Navy SEAL, Tristan Jacobs,
has always been a force to reckon with. Now that D.I.R.E. has successfully
implemented his scientific enhancements, he’s a walking weapon. Unstoppable, as
long as he stays focused. No relationships.
When ex-BUD/S teammate, Aidan Monroe, interrupts his
long-awaited sabbatical to call in a favor, Tristan reluctantly fills the
simple request: take out his sister’s fiancé.
One problem: Rachel Monroe - smokin’ hot, kind-hearted, and in
desperate need of a protector. After the best sex of his life, Tristan’s afraid
unstoppable is just a memory. Knowing Aidan’s temper, Tristan could be, too.
Rachel Monroe had a plan to help her mother. Her brother ruined
everything when his gorgeous, super-agent friend teleported her to some
forsaken island - and his bed. She’s drawn to him despite the fact he’s a
professional agent, much like the people suspected of killing her father.
Now, his enemies have come to her small town, looking for
vengeance.
Have they found more than they bargained for? Or, does the past
have its own retribution in mind?
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AGENT I1: TRISTAN,
BOOK 1
EXCERPT
Being invisible had definite advantages - slipping in and
out of rebel compounds, stealing enemy technology and weapons, and listening in
on private conversations, to name a few. But none, not one, was more
beneficial, more gratifying, more freaking hot,
than watching Rachel Monroe dress in this church, undetected.
Tristan Jacobs ducked around the full-length mirror to get
a better angle. His conscience told him he should be shot for standing there
ogling Aidan’s sister. His former BUD/S teammate and swim buddy, Aidan Monroe,
had saved his life once upon a time, and Tristan owed him.
Or, had owed him
- until last night.
Living with the ability to see himself but not be seen by
others had made Tristan’s job so much easier. He could honestly say this was
the first time he had used his ability for personal,
unscrupulous gain. The ability to teleport from one place to another with the
scan of a thumbprint on his armband, had given him a whole new spin on time
management.
His lower body hummed as he stared at the bare flesh
highlighted in the sunrays shining through the skylight. Rachel was a goddess.
Not in the supermodel, movie starlet sense. Those women did nothing for him.
She came off more as the small town, girl next door,
they-know-how-to-grow-‘em-down-on-the-farm-type goddess. And damn, was she
blessed.
The push-up bra she wore urged him to text his broker and
buy stock in women’s lingerie. If Rachel walked into the Stock Exchange wearing
that thing, she could single-handedly revive Wall Street and the nation’s
economy.
Tristan stifled a groan as she slowly rolled up an ivory
silk stocking and hooked it to her garter. The woman’s legs were all kinds of
long, her stomach flat and smooth. Her skin held the hint of a tan – even the
cheeks peeking out of her ivory lace panties were tanned.
He took a steadying breath. Don’t go there, Jacobs.
Aidan had known calling in that favor was the only way
Tristan would have left his long-awaited staycation in Trunk Bay. The hothead
all but ordered Tristan to help save his older sister, the saint.
Tristan whistled mentally as Rachel shimmied into her
fitted wedding gown. He had never seen a saint with curves like that.
Aidan could only blame himself for Tristan standing in the
bride’s room of an old, Victorian church in Podunk,
Texas, watching his sister don a wedding dress she wouldn’t use. He’d told
Tristan to meet him there.
Aidan was late.
“You’re doing the right thing,” Rachel told her reflection
as she smoothed the lace skirt over her hips. “This will fix everything for Mom.”
Tristan frowned. No,
you’re not doing the right thing. I
did the right thing for you.
He’d crashed Cody Brewster’s bachelor party last night. Of
course, no one had seen him there but Aidan. Tristan had seen first-hand what
an arrogant ass Rachel’s fiancé could be. According to Aidan, Brewster and his
father, Jock, owned nearly the entire town. Tristan had seen evidence of that
in the way the men sucked up to them at the party. Gifts and drinks were
expected from everyone and, other than Aidan, they had delivered.
“Hi, Mom.”
Rachel’s deep sigh and soft voice brought Tristan out of
his reverie. Damn, he hadn’t heard Kate Monroe enter the room. Ogling his only
friend’s sister while her mother stood by, well… even a corrupt mercenary like
Tristan had his limits. He needed to get out of there.
“Rachel, you’re absolutely beautiful.” Kate rushed forward
to give her daughter a hug.
The woman was the splitting image of Aidan, with her copper
hair and green eyes. Rachel must’ve gotten her chocolate waves from her deceased
father.
The heavy, oak door swung open. Aidan stuck in his head and
looked around. “Anyone come by searching for me?”
“No.” Kate pinned
Rachel’s veil to the crown of her head. She looked over at her son. “Who would
be looking for you?”
Dismissing them without an answer, Aidan pulled the door
halfway shut and left.
Good boy.
With sincere regret, Tristan left behind Rachel and the
hottest fifteen minutes he’d experienced in a long time. He tiptoed around the
faded, olive-colored sofa, steering clear of the glass lamp on the end table.
Invisibility didn’t mean he could move through objects.
BOOK 2 :
Credentials:• Second generation Former Navy SEAL
• DIRE’s latest SEAL acquisition
Enhancements:
• Electrical Conductor
Former Navy SEAL, Aidan Monroe, embraces risk. Show him a hint
of danger – or a beautiful woman - and he’s all over it. The only commitments
in his life: his new D.I.R.E. enhancements and finding his father’s killers.
Cassandra Naylor, daughter of D.I.R.E.’s greatest foe, has one
goal in mind: save her father and twin brother. However, she didn’t bank on
D.I.R.E.’s superpowers, or Aidan Monroe’s irresistible appeal.
Cassandra can’t ignore the scorching electricity between her and
Aidan. When their passion is unleashed after a night of dangerous,
life-changing events, Cassandra knows there’s no going back. Yet, giving in to
her feelings guarantees her father’s vengeful wrath.
While they fight their attraction for one another, traitors from
the past, and death-defying circumstances force shocking revelations to the
surface.
Can their love overcome history and betrayal? Or, will the past
rob them of any future they have together?
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In order to be a true super-agent, a man needed a pair of
breasts and a push up bra.
Cassandra Naylor zipped up her black jacket as she stepped
over the unconscious D.I.R.E. agent lying in the hospital’s fourth floor
corridor. Men were such predictable animals. Flash them some perky cleavage and
they were distracted like an ADD child at an amusement park.
Slipping off her high heel pumps, Cassandra shoved them
into her tote and jogged down the hall barefoot. It hadn’t taken much to hack
into the hospital’s computer network and find her father’s name on the patient
roster. What had scared the manure out of her was his location: Fourth Floor
ICU.
According to the hospital’s map, ICU was on the second
floor.
Finding a door marked ICU, Cassandra pushed it open and
peeked around the corner. She gasped. Big, rugged Robert Naylor lay pale and
unconscious, a myriad of tubes and wires connecting him to an intimidating
group of machines. An oxygen mask covered his face, a ventilator at his
bedside.
Letting the door swish shut behind her, Cassandra stepped
over to the bed. Taking his limp hand in hers, she squeezed it, hoping to
elicit some type of response. Her tears increased with her grip until she held
his hand in a white-knuckled hold.
“What happened, Father? Who did this?”
You know who did it.
Mitchell Jacobs and his D.I.R.E. Agency.
The hospital records showed a gunshot wound to the chest.
Thank God, he’d survived. She couldn’t imagine life without him. He, Dar and
Naylor Interests were her life. If he died, her entire world died with him.
Leaning over, Cassandra gave him a feather-light kiss on
the forehead. His skin felt cool against her lips, her body heated from the
post-midnight excursion into the hospital. She’d never attempted anything like
this alone. That had always been Dar’s specialty.
“Where’s Dar, Father?” She stroked back the hair from his
forehead. “What have they done with him?”
Her twin could be free, in a local jail, or well on his way
to D.I.R.E. Headquarters. Mitchell Jacobs would like nothing more than to
interrogate Robert Naylor’s son – then kill him.
The elevator dinged down the hall. She heard male voices,
then running footsteps.
Guess they found her unconscious agent.
She had to get out of there.
Pulling up her blonde waves into a ponytail, Cass shoved
her feet into a pair of ballet slippers and donned her glasses. Her father
wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. She had to find Dar so they could decide
what to do. How would they get her father out of D.I.R.E. custody like this?
What should she do about the gun deal that was supposed to take place tomorrow
night?
She had never been involved in that side of the business.
Her father and Dar had purposely kept her away from the danger. Yet, now she
found herself in charge and in doubt of what to do.
Inadequacy weighed on her shoulders like concrete.
Opening the door a slit, she peeked down the hall.
Empty.
Opening the door further, she stuck out her head and looked
to her right.
The body had disappeared.
An agent ran toward her.
Blast.
Bolting out the door, Cassandra ran in the opposite
direction. Taking a right at the first crossroad, she ran toward the stairwell,
heavy male footsteps closing in on her. She hit the exit door and flew down the
stairs, her slippers floating over the hard concrete steps.
The door slammed opened behind her. Blast, blast. Strong footsteps followed, gaining more ground than
she could ever cover with her size eight feet. He jumped over the handrail and
landed behind her.
Cassandra’s heart leapt to her throat. She couldn’t afford
to get caught. She had to save her family.
“Stop. I just want to talk to you.”
Sure, you do. With a
little water and a towel over my face.
The first floor door came into sight. If she could make it
to the ground floor, she could lose him in the bustle of emergency room
activity.
He grabbed Cassandra’s arm from behind. A shock of
electricity shot through her. She convulsed violently, her body shaking and
quivering with abandon.
He dropped her arm. Cassandra collapsed on the landing, her
head bouncing off the plaster wall. Pain exploded at the back of her skull. Her
body hummed, every nerve ending charged and sizzling. Dizziness shrouded her
head, her brain groggy.
He dropped down beside her. She gazed up at him through
lazy eyes. Her heart stopped, any hope for breath lodging in her lungs.
She must have died and gone to the hot angel floor of
heaven.
Bright, emerald green eyes stared down at her beneath
furrowed brows, a lock of dark copper hair falling over his forehead.
“Are you okay?” He bent over her.
Yep. He was an angel all right, with a soft, deep voice
that made her body sizzle and her head spin all the more.
His full, gorgeous lips were by far his most appealing
feature, although his chiseled, smooth jaw came in a strong second. He even
wore intricately carved copper and gold armbands like archangels in paintings
of old.
The stories of heaven she’d always heard were way
underrated.
“You’re beautiful.”
He grinned with a dimpled smile that would render an
auctioneer speechless.
“I think you hit your head. Can you stand?”
Cassandra frowned. As a matter of fact, her head did hurt.
Reaching behind her, she felt around in her hair and found a knot the size of a
Ping-Pong ball.
She wasn’t dead?
Damn. That must mean this guy worked for D.I.R.E.
That just wouldn’t do.
Shutting her eyes, Cass took a mental inventory of her
body. Other than limbs like noodles and a nagging headache, she felt okay.
She had to lose him.
What a pity.
BOOK 3 :
Credentials:
• Rebel son of Former Navy SEAL
• Trained under his father
Enhancements:
• Time Travel
• Rebel son of Former Navy SEAL
• Trained under his father
Enhancements:
• Time Travel
d’Artagnan (Dar) Naylor: trained by the best, disciplined by the
toughest, and raised by the vilest - his father. He bought into Robert Naylor’s
life of crime, until he learned the reasons behind it.
Now, he possesses enhancements installed by The D.I.R.E. Agency
– an organization he once called enemy. He has to stop the traitors from the
past before they destroy the future. And, despite what they say, his decision
has nothing whatsoever to do with retro beauty, Jocelyn Chalmers.
Jocelyn wakes up in the future without a memory. All she’s
certain of is the fear in her gut and her blinding attraction to gorgeous,
protective D.I.R.E. agent, d’Artagnan Naylor.
When close quarters prove too much for their passionate hunger,
Dar knows his future is destined for hard decisions. Once Jocelyn’s memory
returns, she begs Dar to return to the year nineteen forty-four and save the
world.
Yet, to change the past, changed the future. How can they be
certain of the consequences of his actions? How can he return her to the past
where she belongs after all they’ve shared?
Turbulent times come to a head when the past sends its own
version of destruction to the future in the midst of long-awaited retribution.
Can Dar escape his past to save the future? Or, does fate have
its own reckoning in mind?
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Dar walked beside Tristan in the third floor corridor of
Creekmore General. Mitchell had stopped at the nurse’s station to ask of
Brentwood’s whereabouts while they went to find Jocelyn Chalmers.
“If Rachel and I have kids down the road, we’ll expect you
to be here for the deliveries. Get used to the place.”
“Kids? You mean we’ll have mini-teleporters running around?
Babysitting could get interesting if the kids turn invisible at will.”
Laughing, they came up on Jocelyn’s room. Kids. Damn. He
couldn’t imagine having children. He’d never met a woman-
Someone blindsided him in the doorway, knocking him into
Tristan.
“Help me, please.
They’re coming.”
A tiny, petite woman shook him. Her dark, nearly black eyes
were wide with fright, her hands shaking where they clutched his biceps. Dark
bruises covered the left side of her face and circled her eye, with a mishmash
of scratches marring her forehead and nose. She had a split upper lip and a
chin scraped and dotted with blood.
The injuries disgusted Dar, anger pumping through his veins
like a hydrant. Yet, even disfigured, her beauty stunned him. The woman was
freaking hot.
Shoving her behind him, he looked inside the room.
Empty.
Holding his arm in a vice grip, she peeked around him, her
breath coming in short spurts. “Are they here?”
Looking over his shoulder, he met her fearful gaze. “No,
you’re safe.”
She shook her head vigorously. “No. I’m not. They’re coming.”
“Who? Who’s after you?”
Stilling, her eyes searched his face with frantic movements
– before she passed out.
“Shit.”
Catching her, Dar lifted her into his arms. The woman
weighed no more than a pillow. He carried her to the hospital bed.
“Jocelyn Chalmers, I assume?”
Tristan followed him inside. “Yes. Damn, that car really
did some damage.” He went to the opposite side of the bed.
Dar pulled up the covers to her chin. “She’s terrified of someone, isn’t she?”
“Hell Naylor, we saw them hold a gun to her head that night
in the electronics store. When Monroe time traveled to the past, she asked him
to bring her back.”
“She rode in that time machine with those bastards?”
Tristan nodded with a cocked brow. “Yeah. Ballsy, huh?”
A fierce, protective streak filled Dar. He wanted Tristan
to teleport him back to D.I.R.E. so he could help Mitchell interrogate the spy
they’d captured last night. He’d show the guy some freaking fear.
Mitchell strode into the room and motioned for them to step
away from the bed.
He lowered his voice. “Brentwood said she has hysterical
amnesia. She has no memories before the hospital. She doesn’t even know her own
name.”
“Her subconscious remembers,” Dar said. “A minute ago, she
tore out of the room, terrified.”
Mitchell stared at her still form. “Other than her
concussion, she’s got a boatload of cuts and bruises, and a sprained elbow.
She’s a tough cookie.”
Jocelyn didn’t look so tough to him. Right now, she looked
completely vulnerable, like a little girl lying in a bed too big for her.
“So, are you transferring her to D.I.R.E?” Dar really
didn’t want her near that spy.
“No, I’ll leave her here for now and send down a couple of
agents to guard the room.”
Dar crossed his arms in front of him. “I’ll stay.”
Tristan’s gaze shot to him. “You just said you hated this
place.”
He frowned at his brother. “I’m not leaving her alone.”
“She wouldn’t be alone, Naylor,” Mitchell said. “Did you
miss the part about the two agents?”
“No. I’m not
leaving her alone.”
Tristan smothered a grin.
Mitchell shook his head. “Don’t even go there, Naylor.”
He flipped out a hand, palm up. “Where?”
Mitchell pointed at Jocelyn. “There. Way too many complications.”
Jocelyn sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. Her dark,
wild gaze searched the room before zeroing in on Dar. Twin tears trailed down
her flush cheeks. “Help me.”
Dar rushed to the bed, his gut clenched in a tight knot.
Dammit, the woman was petrified.
He helped her lay back. “I’m here. You’re safe. Go back to
sleep.” He pulled up the covers again and sat beside her.
Teardrops hung on her long lashes. “You won’t leave?”
His heart constricted like a stress ball. “No. Now sleep.
I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
She fell fast asleep, snoring lightly.
Why had she fixated on him? Why, in her nightmarish state,
had she turned to him, the only
criminal in the room, for safety?
Did it matter? If he could help this beautiful, confused
woman from the past, he’d do it. The idea that she needed him appealed to Dar
on a level he’d never traversed before.
He looked back at Mitchell. “I’m already there, Mitchell, and have nowhere else
to go.
AUTHOR BIO:
By day, Joni Hahn keeps her secret decoder ring hidden while she
works as a mild-mannered HR manager and accounting generalist. She believes the
world can never have too many superheroes, and anxiously waits for the call
when one will need help saving the world… or getting into his costume. Joni was
born with a hopelessly tender heart and believes there is nothing more
exhilarating than falling in love (Other than the rear shot of Chris Evans in
The Avengers - that was pretty darn exhilarating). A native Texan, she thinks
cowboys are the epitome of masculinity, and that country music is the other
soul music.
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