• Second generation Former Navy SEAL
• DIRE’s top agent
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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I will admit, when I first saw the cover for this book, I knew I had to read it. Honestly, I didn’t even read the blurb before I had decided that, but I can say that I was completely satisfied with the book once I had started it!
I did enjoy this book quite a bit, but I was also confused a bit as well. With this being the first book in the series, I was left with questions about the agency in general and was left wondering how it started and where they learned to do what they did. The overall idea of the series though, I did completely enjoy. I think that the author did a great job writing a series that is nothing like the new hit books, and having her books stand out from everything else on the market.
My one main complaint about the book would be at times it was confusing as to who was talking and what was happening in certain places. It felt to me like the author had an amazing story to tell and just got ahead of herself a bit. I thought that the characters were really well written, with Rachel though, I kinda feel like she just jumped into things with Tristan and I was hoping for a little more resistance on her part. But even taking that into consideration, I
still thought that the story went along quite well.
Overall, I did enjoy this book and I can’t wait to start the next one! (Which I do recommend you have the second book handy because you will really want to know what’s going to happen next!)
She laid her cheek on his chest. His heart beat strong and loud against her ear. “Are you in danger a lot?”
OK, you just told him you didn’t want to know, so why are you asking?
He lay silent for several moments. “Immediate danger, no. I try to avoid that. But, most situations I walk into can turn at any moment.”
She really didn’t want to know that. “Do you ever get scared?” Just shut it, Monroe.
His voice was low, resigned. “I tell myself fear is a decision. But, yeah, I’ve been scared.”
A disquieting sense of need came over her. She wanted to fix that fear. She wanted to take it away from Tristan and assure him he’d never have to fear again.
She clutched his hand in hers. “For instance…?”
Taking a deep breath, Tristan’s voice rumbled at her ear.
“Once, someone assigned me to watch over a woman. She wasn’t with me long before I made her cry and I-“
She popped him on the chest. “Not funny, Jacobs.”
“It’s the truth.”
Rachel pulled up to look at him. “Me crying scared you?”
His eyes held a devilish twinkle. “Terrified me.”
“Are you really that big of a wuss?”
Tristan burst out laughing. The next thing she knew, she lay flat on her back in the grass and stared up into his sparkling blue eyes.
She loved the view from this angle.
Her gaze dropped to his mouth. That gorgeous, stubble-trimmed mouth that spouted promises she’d only heard in her dreams. It made perfect sense that her emotions, her hormones, were totally freaking out tonight, right? That after the day and evening she’d had, Tristan Jacobs, a virtual stranger, made her body want for things she’d done with only two men on earth? That in Scotland, under the full moon, with no one around to remind her she was an idiot, Rachel wanted to make love with him in the grass of Dunnottar Castle?
“You’re not very bright, insulting a man that has you halfway across the world, barefoot, with no money or phone.”
Spreading her palms out over his chest, she trailed them up his shoulders. “Well then, I may have to use whatever means necessary to ensure I get home.”
He stilled above her. “Aidan would kill me.”
“Then it’s a good thing Aidan isn’t here.”
AGENT E2: AIDAN (Book 2)
• Second generation Former Navy SEAL
• DIRE’s latest SEAL acquisition
• 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?
After finishing book 1, I couldn’t wait to start Aiden’s story. And I can say that I wasn’t completely disappointed with his story once I started it!
I think that the author did another amazing job with this story line because she added details and twists that I couldn’t see coming. All of those just added to the story on an amazing level. I did enjoy how with the main characters in this book, Aiden and Cassandra, we had already met them in the previous book. We were just able to spend a bit more time with them and get to know them better.
I did like that there was more sci-fi in this book, which is funny because I’m not normally a sci-fi reader! But those parts in this book were done extremely well, to the point where I didn’t get lost or even want to skip any pages because I was so confused. I think that the author did a great job with those parts of the story.
My serious complaint about this book would be how quickly Cassandra switched sides. While I do understand the whole “instant attraction” thing, I was confused a bit as to why she would do that, with what seemed like, so little concern about everything else. My real concern would be all the drama that was taking place in the book.
There were certain times that it felt like the drama was overtaking everything else that was happening in the story.
I did like that the author gave each man a different power. That was really awesome in my opinion because we weren’t reading the same stories over and over in regards to what they could do.
Overall, I did enjoy this second book in the series and I can’t wait to read more!
“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.
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.
AGENT T3: D’ARTAGNAN
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?
So I have completely mixed feelings about this book…. Don’t get me wrong, I did enjoy it, but I felt like there was a lot of drama taking place in this book and that overshadowed everything else that was happening.
d’Artagnan was mentioned in the other books in the series as the bad guy, so I was a bit confused as to how quickly he jumped that ship and became a good guy. But I did like him as the good guy!!! We are more introduced to Jocelyn in this story; she is one of the main characters of the story. I personally thought by adding her character with her backstory was an awesome move on the authors part. I really enjoyed how they found out they weren’t the only ones with certain powers.
I did enjoy how they figured out how to give d’Artagnan his powers, and combining the others to help make him stronger and better at it. And I also enjoyed the major blast from the past that had happened during the book on a few occasions. But like I said earlier, I personally felt that all the drama that had happened in this book was just too intense and over took a lot of what was happening. There were quite a few scenes that were about everything else, that I actually lost track of what d’Artagnan and Jocelyn were dealing with.
Overall, I did enjoy the series as a whole and I will keep an eye out for this author in the future to see what else they bring us to read!
The sound of running water woke her. Sitting up in bed, she cocked her head.
It came from her lavatory.
Someone was in her bathroom.
Looking around, she needed to find a gun. Something to use as a weapon.
Spotting a leather bag on her table, she reached over and pulled it into her lap. Rummaging around inside, she found a gun and checked the chamber.
No bullets. Rats.
It would have to do.
Sitting up on the side of the bed, her head swam. Bracing herself on the mattress, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Weakness would not hinder her. She had to stay alert.
Standing up, her legs wobbled slightly, the floor frigid beneath her bare feet. Approaching the bathroom with careful movements, her heart pounded against her ribs in staccato beats. She darted into the doorway, the gun pointed in front of her.
A huge, sun-kissed man stood half naked at her lavatory, his eyes wide with surprise. He had large, bare feet and solid, well-developed calves. A white towel rode low on his hips, covering him from knee to navel. His abdomen and chest looked chiseled in stone, with ridges like a turtle shell. His muscular arms were massive, his wide, bulky shoulders filling the tiny room.
Shaving cream covered his right cheek, his aqua eyes framed in long eyelashes. He had a dreamy, white smile and long, dark hair that clung to his nape in wet strands.
A movement at his hips drew her gaze. Her face filled with fire.
“It’s just me. You can put down the gun.”
She remembered his deep, soothing voice, remembered him sitting beside her on the bed and holding her hand. A sense of calm washed over her, a feeling of trust.
Was he important to her? A boyfriend or husband, perhaps?
If he didn’t play either role, she had to be a complete fool. The man gave new meaning to the term gorgeous.
She lowered the gun. “I, I’m sorry. I’m a little… confused right now.”
Nodding, he turned off the water and wiped his face clean of shaving cream. “I know, Jocelyn.”
Her gaze shot to his face. “Is that my name?”
“Yes. Your name is Jocelyn Chalmers.”
Hanging the towel on a rack, he closed in on her – or maybe it appeared that way in the small space. Her heart galloped out of control, her gaze two millimeters from the wall of dark hair on his glistening chest. He held a woodsy scent, with a hint of spearmint.
She inhaled deeply. He smiled. The total effect made her knees weak.
She braced herself against the door jam.
“If you give me a minute, I’ll get on some clothes, okay?”
Her head bobbled like a daft slinky toy.
Rubbing her temples, Jocelyn went to the window in her room. Her head ached and her face felt like someone had punched her – repeatedly. The doctor said a car hit her. It felt more like a tank.
Would the throbbing ever stop?
Jocelyn Chalmers. How could she not know her own name? How could she not remember one blasted thing about herself?
She stared at the radio tower in the distance. Nothing felt familiar – only him. His deep, baritone voice brought immediate comfort, the memory of his warm, strong hand on hers relaxing her shoulders.
At least she wasn’t alone. At least she had someone to help her find her memory and get home – wherever that was.
“Are you hungry?”
Jocelyn turned her back on the empty field outside her window. He stood in the bathroom doorway, looking far too appealing for her peace of mind. Faded denims clung to his narrow hips and thighs, a black t-shirt stretched tight across his wide shoulders.
Tingling started in her lower belly and sprouted throughout her body. She wanted to run to him, to throw her arms around his waist and beg him to tell her everything would be all right.
Caution held her back.
“I’m starved, but I’d really like something to drink.”
“What would you like? I’ll get it for you.”
Panic squeezed her chest, her breath hitching up a notch.
With a warm smile, he shook his head as he ushered her to the chair. “No, I’ll have someone deliver it.”
She lowered her brows. Why did she panic that way? Why did the thought of being alone terrify her?
“You name it – a soft drink, iced tea, latte, or something stiffer?” He grinned boyishly.
“What is a latte?”