January 14, 2014

Blog Tour~ The D.I.R.E. Agency By Joni Hahn

BOOK 1 BLURB:

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 fiancĂ©.
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?


EXCERPT 
AGENT I1: TRISTAN, BOOK 1

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 fiancĂ© 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.

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BOOK 2 BLURB:
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?
EXCERPT 
AGENT E2: AIDAN, BOOK 2

“Aidan Monroe, is that you?”
He knew that voice. Knew it too damned well. He’d heard it in the laughter of youth, the throes of passion, the anger of breakup the night she’d humiliated him.
“Hey, Sandy.” He leaned down to look into the car. His high school sweetheart was still pretty, though the lines around her mouth and eyes made her look beyond her age.
She tossed her brown hair over her shoulder. “I heard you were mixed up in all of the stuff going on around here.” Her eyes bounced to Cassandra cuffed next to him.
Cassandra reached into the car and offered her hand for a shake. “I’m Cassandra.” She nodded toward the cuffs. “Aidan likes to get a little kinky, if you know what I mean.”
A suggestive blush stole over Sandy’s face. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
Aidan stretched out his arm in front of Cassandra, backing her away. “Okay, time to go.” Obviously, the woman thrived on making trouble.
“Give Trent and I a call before you leave town. Maybe the four of us can do… something.” Wiggling her fingers at them, Sandra pulled away.
“Yeah, when hell freezes over.” Aidan tugged on Cassandra’s cuffed arm and starting walking again.
“A heartbreaker, huh?”
A career-breaker, yes. Heartbreaker, no. “Nope.”
The breeze lifted Cassandra’s hair from her shoulders. The smell of grapefruit filled his nostrils.
“What do I wear to… something with Sandy and Trent? Cocktail, casual…?”
Aidan glared at her. “You won’t be doing much socializing where you’re going.”
She purred under her breath. “Mmm, sounds intriguing. Where are you taking me?” Hugging his arm, she gazed up at him under heavy-lidded eyes.
Look away, Monroe. Eyes ahead.
He kept walking. She would not get to him.
“How are your gonads?”
Aidan stopped short. Cassandra stopped a second later. Talk about gonads. The woman had them. He couldn’t believe she brought that up.
Men had their pride. Didn’t she know that?
She gave him a raised brow and another cheeky grin.
Of course she did.
Leaning in close, Aidan lowered his voice as he inhaled the grapefruit scent of her hair. “My gonads are like steel, baby. Want a feel?”
Cassandra swallowed hard, a blush blossoming up her cheeks. She shook her head.
Aidan kept walking. “How’s the head?”
She cleared her throat. “Still has a knot on it. I may have to press charges.”
“Now you have one in the front to match.”
Rubbing at her forehead, she frowned. “Blast it. Now, I probably look like the Elephant Man, right?” She stopped to let him stare at her.
Taking in her ridiculous high-heeled tennis shoes, up her unfairly perfect legs, past her tiny waist and lingering on her full breasts way too long, his gaze met hers.
Hands planted on her hips, she cocked an eyebrow. “You didn’t even look at my forehead.”
Mmm, nope. “Why would I do that? I’ve already seen it.”
A fierce, red blush stole up her face and neck. She started walking again. “You’re so typical.”
“You said I was beautiful.”
She stopped again. At this point, they may get to the hospital by nightfall.
“I was delirious from electrocution.”
“The truth tends to come out during times of duress.”
“Hah.” She started walking again. “Don’t kid yourself.”
Chuckling to himself, Aidan thought it interesting that Cassandra Naylor had a prideful streak a mile wide.
“I heard it with my own ears. You can’t deny it.”
“I will deny it to my dying day, Mr... shoot, I don’t even know you’re name.”
“Aidan. Aidan Monroe.”
She stopped to stare at him, her eyes round in her ashen face. “Monroe? As in Jim Monroe?”
It all came crashing in on Aidan. Cassandra Naylor and her family were probably responsible for his father’s death. Her father and brother had kidnapped Rachel and held her at gunpoint. Her brother had tried to shoot his mother. How could he stand here and flirt with her like this?
“Yes, Jim Monroe, the man your father had killed, was my father.” 
Her eyes widened.
“Your father deserves to burn in hell. I wish he would’ve just died yesterday and saved us all a lot of trouble.”

The sting to his cheek cut like a newly-sharpened blade. Considering Cassandra had delivered it, he was surprised it hadn’t been a chop to the throat.


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BOOK 3 BLURB:
Credentials:

• 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?
EXCERPT 
AGENT T3: D'ARTAGNAN (Book 3)

“I thought I’d seen the last of this damned hospital.”
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.

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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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