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Series: Tether #1
Published by Sourcebooks Casablanca on April 4th 2017
Genres: Action & Adventure, Fiction, Paranormal, Romance, Science Fiction
Purchase Links: Amazon | iBooks | IndieBound
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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 sprouts in the most inconvenient places...
Rogue scientist • technologically enhanced • deliciously attractiveHeron 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 markMari 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...
Author Vivien Jackson builds an inventive and exciting new world in the Wanted and Wired, the first installment in her new Tether series. This new Earth includes technologically enhanced humans, mechanical clones, fae lights, snipers, and cowboys — and Vivien Jackson fills her imaginative locale with exceptional, complex characters who exhibit honest emotion.
The action, adventure, and mystery surrounding the Texas-born gun-for-hire Mari Vallejo and her handler Heron, a technologically enhanced scientist, would be enough to sustain any novel. The combination of paranormal and sci-fi balances perfectly with the gritty action sequences. Old-fashioned car chases are amped up by the crazy capabilities of new technology. Heron is a 100% GoodGuy McHottiePants who may harbor as many secrets as he does embedded tech parts — and he’s got
This new Earth includes technologically enhanced humans, mechanical clones, fae lights, snipers, and cowboys — and Vivien Jackson fills her imaginative locale with exceptional, complex characters who exhibit honest emotion. The action, adventure, and mystery surrounding the Texas-born gun-for-hire Mari Vallejo and her handler Heron, a technologically enhanced scientist, would be enough to sustain any novel. The combination of paranormal and sci-fi balances perfectly with the gritty action sequences. Old-fashioned car chases are amped up by the crazy capabilities of new technology.
Heron is a 100% GoodGuy McHottiePants who may harbor as many secrets as he does embedded tech parts — and he’s got a lot of tech! There’s nothing nefarious about his secrets, in fact his mysterious life outside of his missions with Mari help her to explore his depths. Mari has lusted after Heron for quite a while but the more she learns about the man underneath all the implanted gadgets, the more she (and the reader) fall in love. Mari is tough as nails and very honest about her sexual needs. She’s unapologetic about who she is, and who she is is a total BADASS.
Yet under the technology and badassery, there are two people who need each other with a passionate, emotional complexity. The romantic connection between Heron and Mari is where author Vivien Jackson elevates Wanted and Wired to an even more satisfying tale. Action, adventure, artificial intelligence, and amour all combine under Vivien Jackson’s deft writing skills to create an exciting and impressive experience.
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 fuck her raw when what he really needed to concentrate on was getting her out of here, keeping her whole. Keeping her safe. Keeping her asshole 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, fuck 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…pussy?”
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.