Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Read an Excerpt from Wanted & Wired (Tether, Book 1) by Vivien Jackson & Enter the #Giveaway @Vivien_Jackson


Book Details:

Title: Wanted and Wired

Author: Vivien Jackson

Series: Tether, #1

ISBN: 9781492648161

Pubdate: April 4, 2017

Genre: Science Fiction Romance

A rip-roarin’ new snarky, sexy sci-fi paranormal romance series with the perfect balance of humor, heat, and heart. Now that Texas has seceded and the world is spiraling into chaos, good guys come in unlikely packages and love ignites in the most inconvenient places…

About the Book:

Rogue scientist • technologically enhanced • deliciously attractive

Heron Farad should be dead. But technology has made him the man he is today. Now he heads a crew of uniquely skilled outsiders who fight to salvage what’s left of humanity: art, artifacts, books, ideas—sometimes even people. People like Mari Vallejo.

Gun for hire • Texan rebel • always hits her mark

Mari has been lusting after her mysterious handler for months. But when a by-the-book hit goes horribly sideways, she and Heron land on the universal most wanted list. Someone set them up.

Desperate and on the run, they must trust each other to survive, while hiding devastating secrets. As their explosive chemistry heats up, it’s the perfect storm…

Read an Excerpt:

Heron had to look away from her. Mari. On the bed. Mostly naked. Twenty-seven degrees warmer than ambient temperature and dew-damp from her shower. She would taste like salt and hot cinnamon, and his mouth filled with want of her.

She had no idea how cruel this teasing was. Nor how much control it took not to shove her down into the cheap arco bed and **** her raw when what he really needed to concentrate on was getting her out of here, keeping her whole. Keeping her safe. Keeping her ******* father as far away from her as possible.

He put the counter between his body and hers, flexed his fingers against the cool surface, and opened the data flow in through his palm sensors. Flash log. Info flood. Surge. Steady. This was the sort of input he understood, could interpret and handle.

Not the temptation reclining on his bed. Couldn’t handle that one bloody second longer.

He breathed, regulated his pulse, parsed incoming data. Beyond these walls, out in the information cloud, law enforcement was still scrambling. Good.

But…no, something wasn’t right. Something with the elevator. Something out of balance. Hoist cables flinched; knurled rollers groaned. A sense-tipped finger pressed the button for this floor. A finger with no ID informatics embedded. Not a resident, not a citizen, not a member of law enforcement. But coming this way just the same.

Someone off-grid coming to his floor precisely when Mari was here and her image and vital statistics were flashing all over law enforcement bulletins? Statistically not coincidental.

Enemies had found them. Here. In the Pentarc. In his sanctuary. His. Fury sliced up his veins, but he settled it instantly. Soothed it. Shhh.

With a swipe of his thumb on the counter, he accessed security camera footage from the landing. Two nonresidents exited the spire lift. Big, rough-looking, and with lumps beneath their clothes that could indicate weapons. They headed left, toward his unit.

Heron ran counterweight logs from the elevator car. These weren’t unaltered humans, and weight indicated metal alterations, not on-trend cosmetic biohacks. These intruders weren’t meant to be pretty; they were meant to break things. Mercenaries, then. Trouble.

The kind of trouble that wouldn’t waste time arresting Mari if they found her.

“Oh, **** that. Not here you don’t.” Heron straightened, detached his palms from the info stream, and held out a hand. “We need to go. Right now.”

In an instant, she slipped into her professional mode. Gone was the lazy, languorous glint, the come-hither half grin and deliberate peek up her thigh. Her feet hit the floor, and she blew past him, retrieving her duffel by the door, putting her body between him and the danger outside.

She didn’t need to. But she did.

And he loved her for that. For a long time he had.

Heron stopped her with one hand on the door. He knew what she had in that bag, and it wouldn’t be enough.

He leaned into the galley-style kitchenette and slid a drawer out. Raised it up from its rails and felt for the clip on the back wall. Yes. Right there. He withdrew the petite hunk of metal and death and slid the drawer back.

He handed the gun to Mari. She looked down at it, then back up at him. Her grin was savage. Hot. God, even in danger, even on the run—hot. He regulated blood flow, blocked vasodilation and tumescence. She wouldn’t see her effect on him. Ever.

Her eyebrows perked. “You keep a Taurus .38 snubby in your oven mitt drawer? Isn’t that kind of…****?”

He didn’t want to think about what hearing that word in her voice was doing to his autonomic suppression. “You’re the muscle, querida.”

“Right on.” Her grin slipped to serious. “What kind of load you…”

But she didn’t get to finish that sentence. The passkey box fired, fried, and intruders pushed the door aside, wrenching the deadbolt as if it were made of butter.

Heron knew what was coming but didn’t quite have time to pull Mari back before the door crashed in. It hit her behind the left temple with enough force to knock her off her feet.

She didn’t fall down, though. Heron caught her below her arms, holding her up. The sensors in his palms flared, searching for data transfer points. But there weren’t any, of course.

Without looking down, he saw the gun disappear into the sleeve of the bathrobe, and he swallowed a grin.

That’s my girl.

You can read the uncensored excerpt at this link on my steamy blog:  
http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2017/04/read-excerpt-from-wanted-wired-tether.html

Meet the Author:

VIVIEN JACKSON is still waiting for her Hogwarts letter. In the meantime, she writes, mostly fantastical or futuristic or kissing-related stories. When she isn’t writing, she’s performing a sacred duty nurturing the next generation of Whovian Browncoat Sindarin Jedi gamers, and their little dogs too. With her similarly geeky partner, she lives in Austin, Texas, and watches a lot of football.

Social Networking Links

Website: http://www.vivienjackson.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/VivienJacksonWriter/

Twitter: @Vivien_Jackson

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6517244.Vivien_Jackson

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